White House, Conrad, 2014

"Jessica," I point my head toward my private office after leaving watching Henry's eyes fill with devastation and fear. There is one person I know I can still trust. I have to get rid of Elizabeth, all of the proof lies with her, she's the only eye witness. She follows me into the small room.

"Do you love him?" I ask her alluding to Henry.

"Yes, with everything I have." I look into her eyes and see exactly what I was hoping for. Not love, but a delusional perversion of it. If she loved him the way she says she does, she wouldn't do what I need her do.

"Good, then you will do anything to secure his loyalty to you, forever?" She nods back at me.

"Of course."

"Then get rid of her. Let him lead you to her." She nods at me fully understanding my orders. And fully prepared to execute them. We walk out of the office to see Henry sitting at the table with a blank expression.

White House, Henry, 2014

I almost collapse back into the chair. I've run out of options. I don't know what to do next. I have all the faith in the world that Elizabeth has a plan. But I'm scared for her. I don't know if I will make it if something happens to her. But I know I will protect the kids, it's all I can do. It's what Elizabeth wants me to do.

"Honey?" I pulled out of my thoughts when Jessica squats in front of me. Her voice is gentle and loving. I hate it, I hate her. I hate everything our marriage is.

"He's letting us get our kids, and take them to a hotel." I look at her, I don't know what to think or what to do. But then I remember Conrad's voice on that tape threatening my kids. And I know what I must do. It's not like I have a choice anyway.

The Watergate Hotel, Stevie, 2014

There's a tension in the air that can't be broken. My dad looks exhausted. My Stepmom is looking at him, with concern, like me. Jason is trying to act normal by playing on his phone, but he is looking up every ten seconds or so, waiting on someone to talk. Allison finally gave way to exhaustion and is asleep on the couch as the twins are napping in one of the bedrooms.

"Dad?" He looks over at me and tries to form a smile, the graces his face as a grimace.

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" His eyes flick over to Jess, almost as if accessing her reaction to my question. When I see her nod, I realize it was for permission. We go into one of the bedrooms in this suite.

"What's wrong?"

"Is mom alive?" I expect him to look at me with sadness and say, no. To ask me why I would even ask such a question, but I know better.

"Yes." He whispers. I feel my eyes fill with tears at the fact that my mom's alive. But also at the weird night I've had. I am slowly trying to put all of the puzzle pieces together.

"Is she in danger?"

"Yes." A single word answer again.

"Are we in danger?" I ask, already knowing what the answer will be.

"Yes, but I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I promise, everything's going to be okay." He pulls me in for a quick hug.

When we exit the room I see my step moms gaze on him and I realize how close the danger is.

Capitol Building; Elizabeth, 2014

I clench my fists to provide myself with some semblance of strength and decorum as I walk into the People's House.

"Agent McCord?" I'm met at the entrance by a young man. He is as clean cut as they come, completely put together in his three piece suit and not a single hair out of place. I wonder how he looks so presentable at five in the morning.

"Yes, Mister…" I trail off, asking the young stranger for his name.

"Moran, Blake Moran. Executive Assistant to Speaker Holt." His tight smile is neurotically crafted, but it's warm too. He extends his hand and I meet it.

"It's nice to meet you Blake." I tell him. And it is, meeting him means I am one step closer to my goal.

"The Speaker is waiting for you in her office. I will take you there now." I nod following Blake to the last phase of my journey.

"Agent McCord." I'm greeted by Speaker Holt upon my entrance to her office.

"Madam Speaker." I nod and extend my hand in greeting. "Blake, please get us all some coffee." Blake smiles and nods as he shuts the door behind him on his way out. Speaker Holt leads me to sit down in a chair opposite of a small couch that Carlos Morejon is sitting in. I can almost feel the walls closing in on me, the shut door and the small size of the room triggering my PTSD.

"Agent McCord," I look up, trying to hide the startle created at the sound of my name. It's the third time I've been called that today it almost feels wrong. I've been in hiding for far too long. Carlos Morejon looks at me with a level of pity I would not have pegged him of being capable of.

"Elizabeth, please." My voice comes out raspy, and timid.

"Elizabeth, I want to make sure you are aware of what you are getting yourself into. I want to take him down, but I want you to be prepared." I nod at him.

"Senator, Madam Speaker, I have dreamed of this day every night for the past three thousand five hundred and sixty one days. I know what I have to do. I know that it will not be easy and I know it will be dangerous. It has already been dangerous. I want my life back, I just need your help to get it."

Speaker Holt nods and shares a look with Morejon.

"First," She starts, "I will announce to the House that I am opening an Investigation Committee concerning all of the new documents released to the public. Then I will need you to testify before that committee. The committee will vote to bring articles of impeachment to the house floor."

"Once approved," Morejon interjects, "I will lead the prosecution in the Senate."

"Will you be good to testify today?" Holt asks. I nod, but there is something I have to do first.

"I need to tell my kids first." I'm met with two understanding nods.