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THREE WEEKS LATER
"Mmm, you know I have to go to work." Mercedes giggled as she tried to place on her earrings but Sam insisted on kissing her neck and rubbing his hands up and down her sides.
"You can spare me at least fifteen minutes," Sam spoke lowly as he continued his assault on her neck. They had grown very domestic over the course of these three weeks, they scheduled weekly date nights out, and weekly date nights in which they alternated whose place they stayed over. They had basically moved into each other's places without saying anything, Sam's clothes and hygiene essentials were at Mercedes's place, and vice versa. For Mercedes this was the first time in a long time she felt giddy and happy, and she wanted to hold onto the feeling forever.
Mercedes turned around after she finally got her earring in, she draped her arms around his neck and leaned in and kissed him longingly before pulling back.
"I promise that when I get back from work you can have me all to yourself, but you have to let me leave the house so I can actually make it to work," Mercedes replied. Sam rolled her eyes before placing another kiss on her lips.
"Fine, you want to me to pick you up at eight?" Sam asked.
"Do you think Command will give you a mission that will have you done by eight?" Mercedes questioned as he gently pushed Sam away to grab her shoes. It seemed as though ever since Sam had given Deion his truth about how things were going to be, Deion had been sending him on mission after a mission. Some nights Sam was nearly killed, and he would come home his face riddled with bruises, while his torso had unbelievable cuts to it. He told Mercedes he was fine and it was part of the job but Mercedes was beginning to get worried.
"Nothing will stop you from getting there at eight, I promise," Sam assured her as he placed on his jacket. He helped Mercedes up from the ottoman and passed her the tote bag she had for the week before they both walked out of the door and to the parking garage. Sam walked her to the car before giving her another kiss.
"Eight, I promise," He spoke again.
"I'll be waiting." She smiled as he walked away and headed to his car.
Kurt walked into the Oval Office ready to give Sean his briefings for the day, and he was astounded that Sean was in his suit from yesterday. he had bags under his eyes, and he was flipping through the pictures of Mercedes and Sam. Ever since three weeks ago, he kept getting new pictures every single day, and he was torturing himself by looking at them. Not only that but his professional life started to slip, he was missing meetings forcing others to reschedule around him, he was becoming short and tense, and if he didn't make a public appearance then his already low rates of re-elections were going to drop.
Kurt sighed, "You can not keep on torturing yourself like this, ok firing Evans from his jobs was one thing, but constantly looking through these pictures every single day and waiting for the next load is going to make you lose everything."
"Have you looked at these pictures, she looks happier, lighter, did she ever look this way with me? Did she smile this big, when I walked into a room, did I make her this happy?" Sean said completely ignoring Kurt.
"Look Sean, your rates are already down, now at some point people are going to start speaking about how you don't have the American people's best interest at heart and then you will not be re-elected, you will be called for impeachment on the grounds of mentally incapable of completing the job, and then once that happens you will forever be known in history as the president who lost his job over a girl." Kurt tried. Sean flipped through the photos ignoring Kurt as another secretary walked in.
"Mr. President is now officially in the red, if he cancels anything else he will not be re-elected, and I've got word that CNN is going to be doing a live report about this whole situation at seven o clock," Deborah spoke. Kurt rolled his head back as he looked over at Sean, he knew that there was only one person with a team who was going to be able to get him out of this, and now he didn't have a choice but to get Mercedes on the line and fix this mess.
"Get Mercedes Jones on the phone right now." Kurt hissed.
"I'm just saying," Harris spoke, "I have never seen you this happy before." He and Mercedes walked into the office side-by-side and said hello to Artie as he typed away on his computer.
"Well, Sam is making me happy and I am enjoying this," She replied honestly. She sat her things down in her office when her phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket and answered it.
"Mercedes Jones." She spoke happily.
"I need you here right now," Kurt spoke.
"I don't work for you anymore, Kurt, we have been through this." Mercedes sighed.
"Look, the president who we got into office is damn near close to a mental incapability impeachment, and he is going to be ridiculed, everything they can find on him to prove incompetence is going to be brought up, and his only chance of keeping the American people and Congress on his side is if you come here with your team and fix this. Mercedes please as your friend I am begging for you to help, he isn't doing good at all." Mercedes hated herself for her answer but she knew at the end of the day it was going to be good in the long run.
"Fine, my team will need their own office, in that office I need access to Ipads, computers, everything Artie is the computer wiz, and we need space, no one can hover, no one can ask us questions unless it deals with us needing help. Also, this isn't permanent a week at max, and next, when I get there I will be speaking to him. Are we clear?"
"Crystal thank you, Mercedes." Kurt hung up the phone. Mercedes went into the conference room and called for Harris, Santana, and Arite to come inside.
"We are going to the White House this week, is anyone opposed?" Mercedes asked. Everyone shook their heads and she smiled.
"Good, let's go."
Sam had walked into Command's office to get his new assignment, it had been interesting to see how the dynamic was now that he was dating his boss's daughter.
"Evans, I need you to extract information from this person, whether you kill them or not is up to you." Command tossed him a file and Sam recognized it as the guy he was supposed to be tracking for the past week. The man had a fiancee but he was cheating on her with her sister, and he had a sum of money from an inheritance other than that he rarely went out during the day he stayed put until the night.
"I have plans at eight, and this guy doesn't leave the house until seven forty-five." Sam pointed out.
"Sounds like a personal problem, you asked for better missions and you are getting them unless you want something else to happen to you." Command hissed.
"I'll handle it," Sam spoke, not wanting to hear the rest of Command's words. He shot Mercedes a text letting her know he would be late, and he was surprised to know that she would be at the White House anyway.
"If that bastard is going to seduce her, he better be smart about it," Sam grumbled when he thought about how Sean could have gotten her there.
Mercedes had made sure that her team was well taken care of before she made the familiar walk down to the Oval Office, she opened the door she saw Sean had bags under his eyes but he didn't look completely bad.
"I'm so glad you are here," Sean breathed out.
"Let's get something perfectly clear, I am here as a favor to Kurt and the hard work we did to make you president, I am not here to date you because as of now I am in a happily committed relationship. I am here to work, not be your guard, your booty call, your best friend, or anything that you probably could have called in for you. I am here to make you sure don't get impeached and lose votes, are we clear."
"I miss you," Sean admitted. Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"Well you are too late because-"
"Because you are with Sam I know, I know because I had P.I. follow you around and you look happy."
"You've been stalking me for God knows how long, and it is because you are jealous of Sam."
"Can you blame me, I had you first we were happy, and now I lost you to him."
"You didn't lose me to him, your choices are what lost me, you didn't choose him, and now because you see that I am happy and moved on now you want a change of heart. Bullshit."
"DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME WHEN I AM TRYING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU!" Sean boomed when Mercedes turned around to walk out. She stopped in her tracks when Sean raised his voice, because never has he had to raise his voice when they had a conversation or even when they got into arguments. This was a first, she turned around and looked at him.
"I am trying to speak with a person who I long-term relationship with, I am trying to speak with a woman who ran my campaign and got me into the position that I am in now. I don't want to speak about you and him, I want to talk about us." Sean insisted.
"First, there is no us, there hasn't been an us, in a long time. Everything between us is going to be strictly business, and that is final. If you need me, I will be down with my team working on trying to save your presidency." Mercedes said as she walked out of the room and back to her team's office. She dropped her bag on the chair and walked and sat at one of the chairs.
"Tell me what we know." Mercedes began.
Santana began, "Well his numbers are down by forty percent, and everyone has noticed his lack of not being in the public eye. He has canceled photographic moments, Congress meetings, and public appearances. The American people are starting to doubt his abilities."
"And they should, he hasn't said anything to anyone, people have gotten word that he doesn't even look at his files anymore, and if people were to reveal that then everyone would call for him to be replaced immediately," Harris added.
"I need a press conference in the next fifteen minutes, Artie sift through these emails and files and start giving him to him in matters of importance, Harris and Santana make sure he has a week lined up for photo-ops, and that he has a night interview with CNN tonight at seven o clock," Mercedes commanded. Everyone nodded their heads and got to work.
Mercedes stepped up to the podium feeling a wave of deja vu fill her as the flashing lights and big questions started hitting her all at once. She rolled her neck back and relaxed before beginning.
"I'd like to start off today's conference with a few questions, John go ahead." She spoke.
"Is it true that the president has canceled meetings because he doesn't want the job anymore?"
"No, the president had canceled because he has been dealing with mental health issues, he hasn't canceled simply because he has gotten bored with the job."
"What kind of mental health issues?"
"Anxiety, depression, but I can assure you that he is currently working through it with people who care about him at his side."
"I've gotten word that he and Penelope Whaller have been together, is this new girlfriend causing him these issues."
"No," Mercedes chuckled, "I can promise that if anything Ms. Whaller is helping Mr. President get through his tough times. Thank you all, for coming to this press conference." Mercedes left the podium as people shouted at her and she walked back to her office with Santana by her side.
"Poll numbers are starting to rise," Santana spoke.
"Good but that interview is going to have to sell it home, make sure he is prepped please," Mercedes asked.
Sam took the lifeless out of the back of his throwaway car and stashed it into the twelve feet hole he spent nearly three hours digging up. He grabbed the container of lye from the container and poured it all over the person, before starting to shovel all of the dirt back into the ground. He wished he could have gone through this without all the mess but he knew it was a part of the job. He was happy he got to complete it in the allotted amount of time, so he could still have time to go see Mercedes.
He took the car and drove it to some impound that Command had on payroll before calling a cab and grabbing his phone.
"It's done." He spoke in the receiver when Command answered the phone.
"Good, and all of this done at six, congratulations." Command hung up the phone and Sam rolled his eyes as the cab drove him to his place to take a shower.
After he had gotten all cleaned up he drove to the White House and bypassed the security, he walked around and saw Mercedes sitting in an office scrolling through her laptop and taking notes. He smiled watching her in her element before walking in and kissing her on the cheek, sitting down beside her, and pulling her onto his lap.
"How was your day?" Sam questioned.
"Long, and it still isn't over, I have to make sure that he nails this interview so he can gain some numbers so people don't lose hope in him," Mercedes answered.
"Well if he is doing all that you are telling him then you should be fine, where is everyone?" Sam asked.
"I had them go home, I can handle everything else by myself, and what doesn't get done can be finished tomorrow," Mercedes said as Sam kissed her gently.
He grinned, "So what I am hearing is we have this whole office to ourselves."
"No, no Sam we are not having sex here."
"Aww, why not, it could be fine, it would be sexy to have you spread out on this conference table for anyone to see," Sam whispered in her ear. Mercedes giggled before getting up and giving him a kiss on the lips.
"No, but I promise when we get alone, you can do whatever you want."
"I'll hold you to that, Ms. Jones."
Sean was walking down the hallway looking at the notes he was given by Santana when he stopped and saw Mercedes and Sam. She was standing up smiling at him while he stood himself and wrapped her in his arms and pressed kisses to her temple and swayed side to side with her.
"A beautiful sight isn't it," Kurt spoke up from his side.
"She's happy," Sean sighed.
"I told you that, already, now you are just sitting here trying to punish yourself by not letting go. Let go Sean she is gone." Kurt insisted.
"I'm sure I'll be telling you the same thing when Sebastian leaves you, but the difference will be I'm actually trying to get her back." Sean hissed as he walked away from the scene.
Mercedes and Sam had made it back to her apartment an hour after the interview was over, and it seemed to have done its job, but then again there was always tomorrow to see if something went wrong. She headed to the fridge and grabbed a beer for Sam and a bottle of wine for herself. She handed him the beer bottle, before grabbing herself a glass. Sam took a few sips before placing it down and walking to Mercedes.
"Now Mercedes I believed you promised me that I could do whatever I wanted," Sam spoke.
"I did, the question Sam, is if you are going to follow through with this plan of action of yours?" Mercedes whispered. Sam's eyes darkened as he walked towards her, he picked her up and sat her on the counter as he kissed her hard. He took her shirt off as Mercedes did his. She raked her nails across his chiseled body she kissed him back with the same amount of intensity. He unbuttoned her pants and swiped them smooth off before taking off his own pants. He grabbed her waist and pulled her forward before entering inside of her and they both let out sighs of pleasure as he started moving.
"Fuck," Mercedes breathed out as she pulled him in deeper with her legs. Sam looked at her deep into her eyes and took his hand and placed it on Mercedes's neck as he laid her down. Mercedes nearly exploded from the new sensations.
Sean was in bed drinking scotch as he looked over the new photos of Sam and Mercedes, it nearly killed him as he watched the stills of them having sex. He grew angry but when he heard the water in his bathroom go off he pushed the photos under his bed before turning towards the bathroom door. Penelope Whaller stepped out wearing one of his t-shirts as she flipped her hair to the side.
"Wish you could have joined me," She spoke as she got back in the bed and under the covers.
"Mmm, I bet I can make it up to you," Sean whispered as got on top of her.
Sam laid in bed with Mercedes sleeping peacefully on top of him. It was in bed that he realized that he was falling for Mercedes, and that he would kill anyone who dared tried to hurt her.