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When Mercedes woke up it was in the early hours of the morning. She woke up in Sam's arms in his bed, and she felt herself blush. She wasn't this free and hadn't been since she was a teenager, she was always calculated and always thought about the pros and cons of a situation. However, Sam was very convincing and she felt herself getting lost. She removed his massive muscular arm from her frame and walked to the kitchen in nothing but his shirt that she found on the floor. When she made it to the kitchen she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, she was about to head back to the room when she heard a phone ring.

She noticed the phone on the counter and recognized the number instantly. She wasn't one to answer calls that weren't from her phone, but this number, assuming it was right, meant something was wrong. Something was up, and to top it off she had just slept with this one. Before leaving her bearings and before the phone went off she grabbed it and answered it.

"Hello, Evans are you there?" Deion spoke. Mercedes hung up the phone and threw the phone on the counter as she rushed to grab her clothes but Sam blocked her way from moving to the room.

"Do you make it a habit to answer other people's phones?" Sam joked but his smile faded when he saw Mercedes's face masked with anger and horror.

"Do you work for him?" Mercedes asked lowly.

"Mercedes I-,"

"DO YOU WORK FOR HIM? Do not lie to me, do not try and manipulate me into thinking I am insane, because I am far from it, do you work for him?"

"Mercedes I work under the President of the United States, I am the head of the Counterintelligence Division, that is my life and if you are referring to him, him being the president then yes," Sam answered.

"You are lying, you know who I am talking about, and this whole time has been some form of a manipulative situation, you know what I have to go, move." Mercedes insisted as she tried to walk past him but Sam stayed firm in his stance.

"Look can we just talk about this please?" Sam tried.

"No we can't now move," Mercedes hissed Sam grabbed her arms gently yet firmly and walked her backward.

"Mercedes you are under hysteria, ok we need to talk about this," Sam insisted. Not having anything else to say Mercedes started to fight Sam back, she tapped into some form of strength and was able to break away from Sam however, what she didn't notice is that the wine glasses on the small table had been knocked over to form a puddle of glass. So as she broke away from the grasp she tripped over the small landing and hit her head on the wooden floor and the broken glass.

She started hyperventilating when she reached back, felt her head, and saw the blood on her fingers. She saw Sam looking at her and calling her name frantically before she faded out of consciousness.

Sean was going over multiple different statements and briefings in his office when Kurt entered his office. Kurt was his right-hand man, and while he did overstep numerous boundaries he knew that at the end of the day, he was looking out for him. That is why he wasn't pissed off when he called Mercedes to come and visit him. Mercedes was his first love, and he did treat her shitty, but he thought he was doing the best thing for him at that moment in time. If he knew he was going to be losing her he never would have said anything or done anything.

"Mercedes is in the hospital," Kurt announced as he walked in. Sean stood up and was confused.

"Excuse me?"

"She was just admitted in, a nurse who I know came in and let me know, and now I am telling you that Mercedes Jones is in the hospital. If you want I can have the guys bring the car around, but I can't promise you that this information won't hit the tabloids. When I say the information I mean you visiting the hospital to see your rumored ex-girlfriend." Kurt explained.

Sean put on his coat jacket as he headed out of the office with Kurt at his side, "All that matters right now is her safety, all of that other bullshit is none of my concern right now."

"I have been calling her cell for the past fifteen minutes, I have sent emails, texts, I even went on social media, but I can't get anything from her." Santana huffed out as she came from her office into the main office. It was Santana, Harris, and Artie in the building and they were all worried that Mercedes was not in the office. She typically beat them here, and she was nowhere to be found.

"Maybe she is sick or something," Harris suggested.

"No, even then she would send a text message." Santana insisted.

"There was a man here, Sam Evans, he came and invited her to her place for the night, and I think she went, he might have something to do with it," Artie announced.

"Artie, can you ping her phone?" Santana questioned.

"Yeah, I can do that." Artie insisted as they all walked to his office. He clicked away on his keyboard as the monitor started to pick up her phone and then he received the location.

"Her phone is at Washington Hospital," Artie said, before anyone could say anything Santana received a news alert on her phone.

"This Just in, President Sean Groster's motorcade has made its way to visit Washington Hospital, the president hasn't planned a formal visit to the facility, so it is at best speculation that there is someone close to the president is currently under their care. More to this story later." Santana read the article.

When Mercedes came to she noticed the I.V. in her arms, she recognized the hotel bed and the and hospital dress on her body. Slowly her memories started to come back and she made work to sit up, when the door opened she scooted as far back as she could to the bed when Sam Evans came in the room.

"I am not going to hurt you Mercedes, I just came to tell you what happened and how you ended up here." Sam insisted.

"I fell on glass, after I found out that this whole thing between you and I was calculated and planned." Mercedes hissed.

"No you tripped and fell after having a bit too much drink, and you insisted that you could leave, but I told you no, and you fell trying to prove your point. That is all there is to it." Sam replied.

"How long have you been stalking me?"

"All of our meetings have been purely coincidentally."

"What was your mission?"

"I work under President Groster, Mercedes I do not go on missions."

"Get out."

"Mercedes-"

"If you are going to sit here and lie, then you can get the hell out!" Mercedes shouted. Sam sighed and left the hospital room as he walked to an elevator he received a phone call, and in one swift motion, he answered.

"Yes."

"Did you sleep with her?" Command questioned.

"I am confused about how I should answer that," Sam replied.

"The mission was to follow her, and keep watch of her not to sleep with her Agent Evans." Command insisted.

"Don't tell me how to complete my job, when all you do is hand out a task, you never said how to go out and complete it," Sam spoke as he hung up the phone.

Sean had walked out of the elevator and slipped into Mercedes's hospital room and found her holding herself in the fetal position away from the door. He shut the door quietly behind him, and went and sat on the bed.

"Cedes," He whispered she turned around and scoffed as she kept her eyes trained forward.

"Cedes please look at me," He begged as he tried to touch her.

"Don't touch me, Sean," Mercedes stated as her voice crack, "I don't want you here, you shouldn't be here."

"Cedes, baby, how did you end up here?" Sean asked.

"I fell and hurt myself." Sean looked at Mercedes she looked broken and tired and he wanted nothing more than to make her feel better.

"I still love you," Sean whispered as he kissed her forehead, Mercedes stilled and didn't say a word, as she looked at him as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"And I know I hurt you, but please don't shut me out." Sean insisted he leaned in and kissed her on her lips and Mercedes returned the kiss because as much as she wanted to let go, she knew she couldn't. Sean was home for her, he was familiar there was nothing that she didn't already know about him and vice versa, and right now all she wanted was a sense of familiarity. She leaned in and gripped his hair in her hands as she kissed him harder.

Santana, Harris, and Artie had all made it to the hospital and found Mercedes's hotel room when they walked in Sean jumped away from Mercedes and stood from the bed like he had done something wrong.

"I um, I have to go." He replied as he walked out followed by Artie and Harrison. Santana walked over to Mercedes and sat on the bed taking the seat Sean had abandoned.

"How'd you end up here."

"I had sex with this guy who I am pretty sure works for my dad, and when I called him out on it, we had a slight scuffle and I fell on glass and wood and hurt my head. Sean came to visit me, and he kissed me and I let him. I don't know Santana it is like I am so good at helping others fix their lives, ut when it comes to my own life, I can't even begin to fix it. It's always so hard." Mercedes explained. Santana leaned in and wrapped Mercedes into a hug.

"It isn't hard, nothing will ever be too hard for you Mercedes Jones.