Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine ... except the idea behind the story & the
story itself...

This story is my own little 1st season resolution... From Abbey Bartlet's POV.


My Secret Service agent just knocked on my hotel door. I open my eyes and
glanced at the clock, its well after midnight. I sit up in bed and turn on
the lamp, "Come in."

The agent walks in and I know something's wrong.

"What's happened?"

The agent looks uncomfortable for one fleeting moment, "There's been an
incident, ma'am."

"An incident?"

"Yes, ma'am. Shots were fired at the President's town hall meeting."

My God. "Was anyone hurt?"

Again my agent looks uncomfortable, "All the details aren't known at this
moment ma'am."

I know better than that. My agent knows something, but doesn't want to be the
one to tell me.

"We need to fly back to the White House then," I say, slipping out of my bed
and into my robe.

"No ma'am, we've been told to escort you to the hospital."

I freeze and stare at the agent. Someone I love has been hurt, my God...
Zoey. My baby girl. She was there, Zoey was going to the meeting with her
father ... her father-

Jed.

"All right, let me get dressed and I'll be ready."

"Yes, ma'am." My agent slips out the door and leaves me alone in the silence.


TBC...