Hi everyone! Here's a story I couldn't help but post here. I would love if you could leave a review and tell me what you think, I would greatly appreciate it :)

This is, of course, a TM story, though with a twist. There's many stories written that depict someone obsessed with Michelle, which is reasonable because she is gorgeous, but I've decided to turn the tables.

Oh, and by the way, I don't own twenty-four...yet.

Lindsey Peters

Bomb. Chaos. Death. Destruction. You know the one. The one that blasted CTU, killing thirty agents, trying to rip apart the agency, but they stood steadfast and resolute. The survivors brushed themselves off, healed their wounds and tried to move on as best they could. They saved the day once again, keeping the American people out of harm's way and receiving no end of gratitude for their accomplishments.
Four months had gone by. Time had passed steadily onward with the reconstruction of the facility and people were reassigned to CTU Los Angeles to fill the places of the taken personnel.
Our story begins when one such post needed to be filled and a young woman arrived through the entrance, finding herself in the worst dilemma she would have to face while working in that very office.

Tony Almeida, the new director of CTU, strode toward Lindsey Peters who shyly waited at security, watching the hustle and bustle of the Counter Terrorist Unite. People walked about with folders wearing composed faces, no time for jokes. They were all a sea of dark starched suits, they're faces illuminated by the eerie purple of their monitors.
"Tony Almeida, I'm special agent in charge," he said, extending a hand in greeting. Lindsey studied his face closely and noticed that he was very handsome with gentle Hispanic features and warm liquid eyes. She eagerly gave him her hand and found that it was warm and soft.
"Lindsey Peters," she said, trying hard not to drool openly when he gave her a crooked smile.
"Hi. If you can fallow me, I'll introduce you to your department head and you can get situated. Chapelle highly regarded you in your interview at Divison, which if you don't know Ryan, is very rare. I can't wait to have you on the team," he said, heading up the stairs to the second level.
"Chloe, this is Lindsey Peters, she's your new analyst," Tony said to a mousy haired woman typing away at her computer.
"Hi," she said without looking away from her screen.
"If you have any questions, Chloe will be more than willing to answer them," he said to Lindsey though looking at Chloe. She saw the other woman slightly roll her eyes.
"Let me show you to your station," Tony said, giving another one of his crooked smiles.
He led her to a small desk that had one of the newest computer systems, a phone, a small lamp and a swivel chair.
"Here you go. You can personalize your desk but remember that we deal with a lot of information so most of us have stacks of paperwork on our desks, so make sure you have room."
"Okay."
"And also; don't worry about Chloe. As long as you keep your hands off her system, do your work well and efficiently, then you should get along fine," he had leaned in close to her so Chloe wouldn't be able to hear. His nearness made her heart flutter like a caged butterfly.
"Thanks," she managed to say.
"Barry will give you the full tour but I need to get back to work," he said, heading back toward the top of the stairs.

"Thank you..." she said, unsure of what to call him.

"Tony. Mr. Almeida makes me sound like an old man and an asshole," he said.
It made her laugh. "Thank you Tony."
He tipped his head and headed back to his office, which ended up being the glass fishbowl looking over the bullpen. Lindsey watched him go, still a little shocked that that was her boss.
"Forget about it," someone said behind her. She turned to see that it was Chloe who had spoken, even though her eyes were still on her computer.
"Forget about what?" Lindsey responded, feigning innocence.
"You know what. He's off limits," her eyes not even moving an inch away from her work.
"I wasn't-" she tried to say.
"Oh, come on, every woman in this building is thinking it. And besides, it's unprofessional to look at your superiors, or anyone in the office, that way. Remember, inter office relationships are not allowed," she said the 'not allowed' forcefully.
Lindsey was speechless. Chloe still hadn't looked at her, even as Lindsey turned away, back to her station to coddle her deflated hopes. She hadn't seen a wedding ring, so he couldn't be that off limits, could he?

Sorry, this chapter's short, it's more of an introduction. And I promise more TM fluff in the next chapter. I just needed to establish this character so everyone would know what was going on.