They didn't walk for very long, only a few minutes. When they finally arrived in the main library, the one visitors on tours were brought through, Chadwick continued moving and she followed.

"Normally, I'd have to flash my ID at a scanner and type in a number code on a key pad. However, I believe this way is more entertaining." He said as they weaved through the aisles of book shelves.

Chadwick stopped suddenly and Scarlett had to catch herself before she bumped into him.

"If you could find The Importance of being Earnest and pull it off of the shelf, please?"

She looked at him curiously and he waited, patiently. Finding the book wasn't a problem for her considering she'd read it close to twenty times and knew exactly what each cover looked like. Her hand grasped the spine and she pulled on it. The entire shelf shook, beginning to move slowly. Straight out of a fantasy story, the bookshelf was the magic door that moved to reveal some secret place. It was silent as it did so. Chadwick gestured for her to go inside and when she did… well, that was it.

He watched her with ease as she looked through the books. Her eyes lit up every time she touched something she must have read. Chadwick took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of a wooden chair before sitting down. He listened as she shouted out writings that she knew and mumbled about how amazing this place was. He pegged that they'd be in here for an hour or two and of course, he was right.

Chadwick didn't stay for dinner. He showed Scarlett to the dining hall and told her that he'd be back. Dinner would be just her and her father tonight, along with Libby who was getting a steak dinner, the royal treatment. Chadwick met his team in the control room on the other side of the White House. He shut the door and the men on his team looked up at him.

"What do we know?"

The debriefing lasted as long as dinner had and halfway through to dessert. So far, they had little to go on except for some encrypted e-mails on a laptop found thrown away in a trash can in the city. When he was finally able to see to Scarlett again, she had already been introduced to her room. Her bag was open and sitting on the bed and rather out of place in the extravagant room that hadn't changed much since Jackie Kennedy had designed it. Clearly, her room was an easy decision made. The bathroom door was closed, the light on, he could hear the water running. He sighed, ran his hand through his hair and dropped down into a chair by the sliding door leading out to a small balcony. He let his body sink into the cushioned chair and closed his eyes. He didn't intend to fall asleep. But he did.

Scarlett dried her closed with the blow dryer after she dried her hair. How long had she spent in the shower exactly? She didn't have much of anything for the night except whatever was in her bag. Seeing as she was going home tomorrow, she wasn't going to throw her one outfit into the laundry machine so she improvised, washed what she needed to in the sink and then blew everything dry. After getting dressed in the same yoga pants and shirt she was definitely comfortable enough to crawl into bed, a bed that she was told Jackie Kennedy had handpicked.

Chadwick's sleeping body was seemingly paralyzed in the cushioned chair. He had his head resting on his hand. She looked around for a clock…forgot she had her phone and ran for it to check the time. How the hell was it ten thirty? Should she wake him up? Wait… why was he here? She shook her head and walked over to the closet. Inside, she found a blanket, it felt comfortable, soft. She threw it over Chadwick gently and looked for the light switch. She didn't sleep well, even with Chadwick in the chair and Libby sprawled out on the floor.

The door being shut woke Scarlett up from her half-awake cloudy state. The engine to Chadwick's car revved as he pulled his seatbelt on. She lifted her eyes to the rearview mirror and watched as Eric and Mark both got into the SUV behind them. She pulled her seatbelt on and Chadwick rolled down the windows.

"Are you going to fall asleep on me?"

"No…" she said looking at him. "I woke up and you were nowhere to be found."

"I know. I'm sorry about that. It wasn't my intention to fall asleep."

"You were tired."

"Well, yes. However—"

"—no howevers. You fell asleep, you were tired, and it's not a big deal, Chadwick."

She'd never been in the parking garage before. Clearly, Chadwick had a motive here. He found a spot closest to the elevator and Eric and Mark pulled in beside him. He got out of his car and walked around to open her door.

"Here is what is going to happen. I will go upstairs and once the level is clear you will soon follow. Understand?"

Eric and Mark both nodded while Scarlett stood, waiting. Chadwick disappeared inside the elevator, the doors closed behind him.

"I looked for another apartment for you." Eric said.

"Why? This place… I've lived here for four years."

"Chadwick suggested we relocate you closer to the White House and the Secret Service Head Quarters and your father agreed."

"So, I'm going to be shipped off to a new home like cattle?"

"Scarlett—"

"—yeah, I know. It's for my own protection." She sighed.

"It's closer to the dog park and to your school. It's in a better location, it's bigger. You'll have a more spectacular view of the city and it's on the top floor. So, you actually have two levels…"

Scarlett turned red.

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"All clear." Mark said to Eric.

He leaned over, whispered a few words Scarlett could not make out and then pressed the button for the elevator.

"I can't afford an apartment like that!" Scarlett hissed angrily.

The door shut quietly. Eric and Mark stood on either side of her. They opened into the lobby. There was no talking because she was ushered into the next elevator. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts until she got to "Allen" and hit the phone icon.

"What are you doing?"

She slammed her hand against the "door open" button as soon as the elevator arrived at the 4th floor. The phone rang once, twice and then…

"Scarlett, is everything alright? Where is Chadwick? Is he with you?"

"I don't get to decide if I want to move or not?"

"Oh god, she called the President."

Scarlett fished for her keys but realized her apartment door was already open. She wanted nothing more than to slam the door in the faces of the two men hot on her heels.

"Scarlett, your safety is my number one concern. You have to move, especially if whoever is after you has figured out where you live."

She was clearly defeated.

"Okay."

She had nothing else to say so she hung up. She hung up on the President and that was that. Chadwick looked at her, cleared his throat and crossed his arms.

"Do you have something to say to me?" she asked him.

"Scarlett…"

Mark had boxes but she didn't need them. The plastic containers she'd used to move the first time were still stacked in her hall closet.

"I suppose you would like some help, right?"

She blew a breath out of her mouth that caused her hair to move.

"Please just… give me a second." She mumbled, sitting down on the floor.

It had been two days now. She'd missed classes, hadn't spoken to her best friend and now she was moving for her own safety. Okay. Her father was a rich man and also the goddamn President. Okay. Four.

It had turned out not to be as bad as Scarlett initially thought. The penthouse was… huge. It had taken four hours to unpack everything and put it all in its place. She still didn't understand how drastically her life had changed in just two days. Nothing made sense.

There were boxes everywhere, she had new keys and no idea what to do next. Things were still being shipped—all her furniture had to be moved in and, she still had things in storage. Since the penthouse had been bought, all she had was an electric bill and a water bill and that, she could afford. Thanks, Dad. All of a sudden her life was a lot richer, in every sense of the word. She figured this was Dad trying to fill in years he'd missed. There were a lot of years she'd missed.

Finally, Libby arrived courtesy of Eric. Chadwick was still installing the alarm system and she was… still trying to figure out what to do in this new place.

"Thank you for the help." Scarlett said to him.

"Of course," he smiled. "The place is nice."

"It is."

Scarlett sat down on her couch in the open living room and looked around. This place didn't feel like home yet. Eric sat down next to her and she looked at him, carefully.

"Why do I feel like I know you?"

"Because you do," he said as he pulled off his jacket. "Freshman year, poly-sci 101. At the time I was a bio-med major. But after that class everything changed. You see, my father is in the Senate and my mother is a brain surgeon. I had always admired doctors but… one day I saw, really saw what politics was like from the inside. I just had to find my niche."

"Okay, so we went to college together."

"Oh, and high school, middle school and probably elementary school as well."

Scarlett sat up so fast her legs almost buckled from underneath her. Eric looked up at her, ready to catch her if she fell. She took a step back and held her hand out toward him.

"What."

"Eric I told you this could wait." Chadwick snarled from behind her.

"I knew I recognized you, but I had no idea… you were… I… no," shaking my head. "This is crazy, you were, we PLAYED TOGETHER, you lived NEXT DOOR TO ME."

"Scarlett, I can explain if you'll let me."

"Explain what? That the kid that I called my best friend suddenly disappeared half way through freshmen political science class and I never ever heard from him again?! What is there to explain?"

"He was recruited."

"Excuse me?" she turned around. "Recruited for what? This?"

"There's a reason why it's called the secret service, Scarlett."

"I want you all to leave."

Mark looked at Eric, Eric looked at Mark, and they both, together, looked at Chadwick.

"If you won't leave then I will." She said as she grabbed her phone.

She climbed the spiral staircase up to the second floor and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door. She looked around. Same bed frame, same fluffy plush blanket, same fluffy pillows, everything else was different. Scarlett sat down on the end of her bed and laid back against it. The walls were white so she could decorate in whatever color she pleased. What was she going to do with this place?

Downstairs, she could hear the muffled voices of those three men. Libby barked, she couldn't figure out who had laughed and then she sighed. The only person she wanted to talk to couldn't be told anything yet. She had no one to turn to. So, she got up, grabbed her laptop and turned it on. If she couldn't talk to anyone she'd shop, which always made her feel better.

Scarlett logged onto her bank's online account system, signed herself in and gasped. The air left her body for a second before she felt herself choking and exhaled. The amount in her bank account had risen significantly from the last time she'd checked which was not too long ago. She looked down at her phone, debating calling her father and then decided not to. It was him doing all the good deeds with his money, it had to have been him.

"Holy shit," she let a breath out. "Okay, okay. So, two good things have come from today so far. One, I am in a bigger, and much more beautiful apartment with two floors, shiny new appliances and very minimal rent to pay thanks to a father who still wants me to have responsibility. Two, said father has added a substantial amount of money to my bank account giving me ample opportunity to buy whatever I want whenever I want."

Two hours had gone by before she heard footsteps walking up the stairs to the second floor. She looked toward her door, moved her laptop off of her lap and got up.

Knock knock.

"Scarlett? Are you alright?"

Chadwick.

She sat back down on her bed and ran her hand through her hair.

"May I come in?"

"It's open." She said.

He opened the door slowly and before actually taking a step inside, he leaned against the doorframe, looking at her.

"I just called for Chinese takeout, Mark took your dog out for a walk and will be back shortly and Eric is out surveying the area and will not be back until tomorrow afternoon. Once Mark brings Libby back, he too will be leaving for night. I'll be taking residence on your couch, if that is alright with you."

"The couch? You're staying here?"

"Twenty four hour service."

Scarlett put her head in her hands, frustrated, exasperated, tired. She heard him move from the doorframe and within seconds he was sitting beside her.

"I can't imagine how you must feel. I have no idea what any of this is like for you but I do know that having your life uprooted in the most abrupt way is never settling. I can tell you that… it will become much better than you think it will. Right now, everything is an unsolved puzzle of confusion but soon, it won't be."

She looked at him and beneath his rough exterior she saw him crack a small soft smile.

"How do you know?" she asked him.

"When I was ten my father and mother decided that we've move to Dubai. My father being the ambassador had to because of his job and my mother figured… why not. I didn't want to go. I didn't have a choice. I was a ten year old living in one of the richest cities of the world, learning how to speak a new language, Arabic is not an easy language to learn. I spent two years being homeschooled, took up pickpocketing, became a very skilled thief and by age thirteen my life was uprooted again. We moved to Spain this time.

"Spain was a lot more of my style, the women, the language, being able to obtain anything that I wanted. Of course, again, I was a confused, lost child and instead of pickpocketing I decided to take up archery and people were my targets, though, I never did hit anyone. Scarlett, what I'm trying to say is, a move so abrupt can seem very unpleasing… but… we learn to adapt. Your father is a great man, and all it takes is a little willingness to get to know him. Trust me, everything will be okay."

She didn't have much to go on with Chadwick. In fact, this was the only piece of information that she actually knew about him that revealed hidden characteristics that she… wanted to know more about. Deciding she'd listen to him, she smiled, nodded a little and he stood up in response and held out of his hand.

"Come on, takeout should be here fairly shortly."

Looking up at him, she realized he was definitely a good pick. Grabbing his hand, he pulled her up and she followed him back downstairs. He left her alone to go down to the Lobby to get the food he'd ordered. There were going to be a lot of changes, weren't there.