Return of the Trumpwife

Investigation

Earlier that day ...

Failing to locate Barron himself, Donald Trump searched the White House for his wife, figuring she'd found the First Son. He wandered the place calling Jeananne and Barron's names, when an alarm sounded and a band of Secret Service agents came rushing down the hall towards the president.
"What the hell is going on!?" Donald exclaimed.
"Mr. President!" one of the Secret Service men said, panicked, "The First Lady and Barron were just kidnapped!"
"What!?"
"We need to get you to safety while we work to locate them and their abductors," another agent said, laying his hands on the president and trying to push him back.
"To hell with that! I'm working with you to figure this out and save my wife and son, damn it!" The president forcefully removed the Secret Service agent's hands from his shoulders, and scurried to the briefing room with them. For the first time in his life, he felt fear and confusion.

Vice President Michael Pence and General James Mattis were brought into the briefing room to asses the situation. FBI Director James Comey arrived shortly after the relevant persons were seated.
"People, the First Lady and the First Son have been abducted," Comey said. He hurriedly slipped a video tape into a VCR which displayed the content on a widescreen television at the front of the room. "White House security cameras captured this footage from precisely 6:16 A.M. to 7:06 A.M. this morning."

The footage rolled. A bedroom door flew open, and Jeananne emerged garbed in a bathrobe, being playfully chased by Donald. The president stared with intent at the television with professionalism, ignoring the queer looks directed his way.
          "Fast forward, would you, Director Comey?" Donald said. Comey complied and skipped to a clip recorded by a different camera posted on the South Lawn, which captured Barron leaving the White House and wiping tears from his face with the sleeve of his pajamas. He disappeared off-camera, and Jeananne was captured exiting through the same doors moments later. Suddenly, a man in Secret Service attire ran up to the First Lady from behind, struck the back of her head with a night stick, and briskly carried her off.
          The briefing room was silent. Donald inhaled and exhaled deeply.
          "This was an inside job, then?" said the President to Director Comey.
          "I'm afraid so, Mr. President," replied James. "We don't need to see the writing on the wall for this one. Clearly, you have snakes in the White House."
          "Fucking liberal elitists," General Mattis hissed. "I thought Hillary's death would bring an end to this insanity."
          "What do you propose we do, Mr. President?" Comey asked.
          "What the fuck do you think I want to do!?" Donald said, slamming his fist on the hard table, "I want to find my wife and son! Do whatever it takes to find them and punish those responsible!"
          "Actually, Mr. President," Comey said, "an agent working for the FBI has informed me that the captors, more likely than not, are in the D.C. area. A camera captured a black van with a D.C. plate in which the First Lady and Barron were transported. We at least can say with certainty that they are in the vicinity."
          "There's no time to lose," Donald said. "We need to act quickly." With that, the President of the United States, Vice President Pence, General Mattis, and the FBI came together in a fervent mission to rescue the Trumpwife and First Son.