Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just my storyline.
Nobody slept that night as hundreds of FBI, CIA and Secret Service agents combed over every inch of the city, looking for answers. We were being moved from the Driskill to a undisclosed location, somewhere secluded, surrounded by trees. I shuddered, unable to shake the feeling that something or someone dark was watching us.
David had remained silent throughout the ride, staring straight out the window. He was scared, there was no doubt. I wanted more than anything to just hold him, to let him cry or scream or whatever it took for him to get his emotions out in the open. But that would not be appropriate. But no matter how much I reminded myself of that, it didn't make the longing go away. Nothing could make that longing go away...
"Sam." I heard Colin call me, snapping out of the trance I had fallen into while staring at David. "We're here."
I let out a heavy sigh. I was so tired. Not in a physical sense, but emotionally. I didn't want to run anymore. From these people who were after us, from my feelings for David, from the rumbling of feelings I had become to feel for Colin, from my feelings about my past and the huge mess I had created with the "I'm going to take painkillers and be all crazy". God, looking back that was so stupid. What was I hoping to achieve?
I looked around the house we just entered and was taken aback by its fanciness. I looked out the window. It became more apparent that we were out at a sort of mansion on a hill. I was still able to see downtown from the windows. Helicopters were flying around, search lights shining everywhere. Looking for a trace...
David's POV
I watched Sam looking out the window of the mansion, her face growing darker as her thoughts took her places mine had already been. I was almost physically sick at the thought of what could be happening to my mother. I heard someone flop down on the couch across from me and saw it was my dad, wiping his face with his hand. It was his nervous tick.
He paused when his hand was at his chin and looked at me, forcing a weak smile. "I'm sure she's going to be just fine son. You know your mother's a fighter." He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself as well as me.
A suit walked up to us. "Would either of you like to head up to bed? We'll go up and do a sweep and find someone to station at the door."
"I'll just have some coffee if its all the same to you."
"Yes sir." he replied before heading off to the kitchen.
Minutes passed, followed by hours, but still no news. I would get up and pace to keep myself awake, waiting for something to happen. Sam was fighting sleep, her eyelids getting heavy. "Maybe you should get some sleep." I said to her gently.
She smiled sweetly. "I'll be fine. I want to know everything will be alright. Then I'll get some sleep."
No one was around anymore, having gone to the parlor to drink, smoke, and take their minds off the problem at hand. She was staring out the crack she had made in the blinds, deep in thought. I wanted to tell her more than anything that I had made a huge mistake, letting her walk out of my life when she left the center. That letting her go cut deeper than any razor blade could. But what would be the point? What about Colin?
The thought of her with someone else made me feel even more ill. My head started spinning and I had to sit down.
I was trying to steady my breathing when I heard a voice. "24 hours" it said. "24 hours to give me what I want or your country's precious "first lady" will meet her end in a very gruesome manner. My dogs are rather hungry after all." The voice was followed up by a laugh and what sounded like muffled screams.
I ran towards the noise to the parlor, where the tape had been played by some members of the Secret Service, their faces looking solemn. I ducked behind the door. I was hyper aware of Sam behind me, her amazing smell surrounding me.
"Well, what do they want?" I heard my father ask.
"They want two million dollars, ten nuclear missiles and for us to pull forces out of Iraq."
"THAT IS RIDICULOUS!" I heard my dad roar. I looked around the door at the moment he flipped the coffee table in front of him over. He rubbed his face, stopping over his mouth, trying to calm himself down. "We will not" he started, keeping his voice calm "give into the demands of these dogs. No matter who or what they have dangling over us. That is an order."
I was enraged. I turned quickly and ran up the stairs, blowing past Sam's little friend who had come to check on everyone following the crash of the coffee table.
"David." I heard Sam call out to me, her voice desperate. Normally it would have been enough to stop me in my tracks. But not this time.