A/N: Ahh, alas, this lovely story I've been dying to write. Here is that first chapter that you guys wanted so bad, and I really think you're gonna like it. I know when it was presented to me, I fell in love with it immediately and I haven't started thinking about it since.

As some of you requested, you wanted to see a bit more of a dominant Alex, or a 'knight in shinning armor' if you will. Well, I think that this story will most definitely satisfy that. Anyhow, enough of this, let the story begin!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Law and Order Character, or any other character from any other show that I might stea-*cough* borrow for entertainment purposes.

Alex POV

I would be lying through my teeth if I tell anyone that I'm not nervous right now. I mean, sure my name has already been called, I've already received my credentials, and the director has already shaken my hand but for some odd reason, I am still shaking in my boots; and I do mean literally. Plus, my palms are sweaty, my throat is dry, and it feels like it's a thousand degrees in here. I don't know, maybe it's the fact that I am currently sitting in between two men who are probably ten feet taller than me.

Okay, maybe that last part was a bit of an exaggeration. I have been considered to be relatively tall for a woman. I am five foot nine inches. I've always been tall though. Even when I was in the second grade, I was always the tall awkward girl in my class. But compared to the guys I'm sitting next to, I may as well be three feet tall.

Anyway, a little about my self, is that I've pretty much always been the kid at the bottom. I was always ahead in school which basically ended up having me skip a few grades here and there. I did graduate a little early, but that gave me time to work on a few degrees that I had foreseen as goals in my life.

I had always had a passion for law enforcement and ever being determined to follow my dream, I became your typical cop when I was only twenty one, but as expected by the commissioner, I had advanced rather quickly. I really did enjoy my time as a cop, and if there is ever a job that will 'toughen you up' that's the one that will do it.

Being a police officer is obviously a job that is dominated by the male gender, but I was determined not to let that get the best of me, and being the one and only woman on my squad insured that I was going to prove myself to the rest of the guys.

Things were a little rough for me at first because I could tell all the guys on the squad thought I was 'just another woman who thought she could do a man's job'. One of them actually said that to me in a joking matter, but I could tell there was some underlying truth to his words and believe me when I say that it took everything I had not to shoot his balls off right then and there.

It took a little while for me to fit in, but after awhile, the guys finally realized that this girl was definitely 'not just a woman'. This quote unquote 'skinny blonde' could kick the ass off of any perp that she wanted to, and I made sure that the guys on the squad new that. So, we grew to be a family, and instead of just plain looking down on me in a skeptical manner, they looked at me as if I was their little sister; but they sure as hell realized that I could hold my own.

I grew to love my job, and after a while, I did advance and was promoted from a uniform to being a detective. Now that move did piss a lot of people off. You see, very few take the detective's test, but even fewer actually pass it, and even fewer than that are actually promoted. Some of the detective's I worked with resented me for a little while, especially my partner. He had fed me some half assed story about how it had taken him almost fifteen years to be promoted to detective, where as it literally took me three. He acted as if that was my problem.

Working as a detective was fine and everything, but probably after a year and a half, I realized that I wanted more. I wanted to go beyond my expectations from everyone else and I wanted to exceed the goal that I had first sought out to reach.

So all of that pretty much explains why I am sitting here sweating like a hoe in church at my own graduation ceremony. I never thought that I would get to where I am, but hey, miracles do happen right? Boy I wish those jerks back in fifth grade could see me now. Clumsy Cabot is gone, baby! Oh yes, I was taunted quite a bit back then, and I'd be here all day if I listed all of the nicknames I've been given in all of my twenty six years.

I take several deep breaths and I realize that the First Lady has almost finished her speech to all of us graduates. And yes, I do mean the First Lady as in the First Lady who is married to none other than the President of the United States.

A few of my colleagues had been joking around about how in the past the First Lady would actually attend our graduation ceremony and actually give us a 'motivational speech' if you will. I did believe them, but hell, I guess the jokes on me but here she is flashing her perfect white teeth at all of us nobodies who were looking for a way to be somebody.

As the First Lady concludes her speech with a big 'congratulations' to all of us, the room erupts into giant applause that is soon followed the ever growing murmur of people beginning begin to shuffle their way out the door. The veteran agents usher us all out of the side doors and into the courtyards where the social mingling to begin since the ceremony is officially over.

Can you believe it? It's over and everything is a done deal. I'm officially an agent for the United States Secret Service. Honestly, I'm probably going to say that sentence a million times in the next two hours, but hell, it's just so surreal. If I were actually standing here right now, and someone told me that this was actually happening to me right now, I wouldn't believe them. In fact, I would suggest that they go and see a shrink or something.

I squint against the sudden onslaught of sunlight as I make my way into the courtyard with my things clutched tightly in my hand. I won't be issued my service weapon until a little later on in the day but I don't mind waiting. I've carried a gun before.

I'm so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I don't repeatedly hear someone shouting my name. I blink myself back into reality before I spin on my heel and find myself face to face with a few of my colleagues from my old job.

"You too good to talk to us lowlife's now, Cabot?" Detective Elliot Stabler jokes as he slugs me in my shoulder. I match his smirk and slug him back which succeeds in earning a barely audible 'ouch'. People have always said that I pack a punch for a reason.

"I was too good for you back when I was at the precinct, Stabler." I retort smugly earning a satisfied 'oh' from the rest of my former colleagues. "I'm actually surprised that you guys actually made it."

"And miss you getting inducted into the secret service?" Olivia Benson questions with that signature smirk of hers. Olivia is probably the person on the squad that I could connect most with simply because we were both two women in a pond full of men. That and we both share the same interest in kicking ass. "We wouldn't miss it for the world. Not even chicken legs over here."

I smirk at the nickname that Olivia has oh so affectionately given to their ADA Abbie Carmichael. I've gotta admit, it's so much funny messing with Abbie and then some, but she is such an easy target. The thing about Abbie though, is that, if you dish it out, you sure as hell better be able to take it.

"I'm touched that you've graced me with your presence." I say smugly earning an eye roll from the attorney. I love pushing this woman's buttons. It was probably one of my favorite pass times back when I was at the precinct.

"You better be," Abbie states firmly but with a playful glare. "I don't just bend over backwards for anyone, you know."

"You had no problems bending over backwards for Liv that time after the Christmas party." Fin Tutuola says under his breath barely containing the chuckles for added reference. Pretty soon all of us are laughing our asses off with the exception of Abbie and Liv who are looking like scolded teenagers who have just been caught in the act.

I'm honestly going to miss times like this where we can all stand around and laugh. I mean, we were like a family at the precinct, even our hot tempered and sarcastic ADA. Not sure what I'm going to miss more, getting yelled at for not getting enough evidence, or waking Abbie up at four in the morning because we need a warrant. You know, no, I think it's going to be hiding her attaché with Liv whenever she comes to visit the squad room. Ah, good times will never change I guess.

We stand there and chat about everything and nothing for what seems like forever. But I guess forever can be enough because I soon realize that it's time for me to go, and them as well. In all honesty, I don't want to leave, but I knew the moment would come when I would half to.

I had promised myself that I wouldn't become an emotional wreck the day of the ceremony, but as I stand here being squeezed in death hugs by my former fellow officers, I actually let my emotions get the best of me a little. We were a family, and you can never break up family.

"You call us if you need anything, you hear, Blondie?" Elliot states preparing to playful punch me in the shoulder but slowly lowers his hand as I raise my fist ready to retaliate. Cabot: One. Panty waste Stabler: Zero.

As I say goodbye to basically pretty much all the family I have, I turn around and then find myself face to face with my mentor who is giving me a proud smile. "Hey you." I smile as she pulls me into a tight hug.

"Hey yourself." She responds as she pulls away looking at me proudly. "You look nervous."

Honestly, I probably wouldn't have made it through all of my training if it hadn't been for Kate Todd. She's a few years older than me, and she definitely knows what it is she's doing. She was one of my training agents for quite awhile when I first got here, and she's basically taken me under her wing ever since then.

"I think I would have to take an anxiety pill to even get to the nervous phase." I chuckle as we begin following the small crowd of newly recruited agents to one of the assigned buildings to receive our service weapons. "I kept having this recurring nightmare that I would get up there on the stage and drip and fall on the director or something. It's always awful."

"Ah, I remember the 'falling on stage' nightmare." She sighs in a reminiscing manner before chuckle. "Don't worry we all have it. The shock will wear off in a few hours."

"I sure hope you're right because I still feel like about a thousand butterflies have set up shop in my stomach. It's ridiculous. I think I'm more nervous about what office I'm going shipped off to."

"Actually, that's what I came to talk to you about." Kate begins as she stops and pulls me off to the side. "I've heard some talk and some rumors going around and your name has come up several times."

My eyes widen in fear and I pretty much feel my heart drop to my shoes. "W-what do you mean? Oh god, I haven't done anything. Am I in trouble?"

"No Alex, you're not in trouble. If there would be anyone to get in trouble it would most definitely not be you. You're like a saint. But as your mentor, I just wanted to be the first to tell you that you're going to be stationed at the White House."

My eyes widen once again to probably the twice the size they were before hand. I can't even begin to believe what she's just told me. Now this honestly has to be a dream, because this can't be happening. "T-the White House? Kate, that doesn't make sense. I heard it takes like at least three plus years to even be considered for a protective detail, let alone be placed directly in the same house as the president. You're at the White House and you're obviously more skilled than I am. I just…I don't understand."

Kate smiles again and shrugs her shoulders as we go and stand at the back of the line where I'll receive my new gun. "Well when you're good at what you do, people start to notice you, and when people at the top start to notice you, good things come from it." she says, pausing as she takes note of the look I'm giving here. "Don't give me that look Princess; this had nothing to do with me. Don't sell yourself short Alex, you're good at what you do and you show a lot of potential. Hell, the director knows your name personally. Not a lot of agents can say that. Like I said, you have shown a lot of potential and a lot of heart, and now it's going to pay off."

I swallow the thick lump brewing in the base of my throat. If I was a nervous wreck before, I can't even begin to explain how I'm feeling right now. In fact, I'm so in shock that I can't even speak anymore. Well I guess that saying has been proved to be true after all; miracles do happen.

Casey POV

Ugh, God, this is so fucking stupid. I stare out the window of this unnecessary limousine as I watch the city pretty much pass me by. What I would do and who I would kill to be in Boston right now. I would pretty much do anything to get out of being sent to where I'm going, but as usual, I am left with absolutely no chance at any sort of logical argument.

My dream? I have just successfully graduated college and am shining at the proud age of twenty four. Since I've graduated college, I would want nothing more than to be able to travel to Boston to study at Harvard to become a lawyer. And you know what's the fun thing about that? I've actually been accepted. I have been accepted to Harvard Law and I can be attending probably the most top notch law school in the country. But why am I so pissed off you ask?

Because I can't fucking go, that's why!

Why can't I go? Excellent question. I cannot go because my father feels like he basically runs my life. He thinks that he is pretty much the deciding party on literally anything and everything that I do.

There is something about my father that a lot of people can never fully understand. One; my father is the president. And no, I'm not saying he's the president of Harvard, or some big time electronic company or anything. No, my father, Darren William Novak III, is the fucking President of the United States. My mother, Carolyn Lillian Novak nee Flynn, just so happens to be the First Lady. What does all of that mean? Well, all of that makes me, Cassandra Michelle Novak, the first daughter. That is pretty much my life all of a sudden.

My father, when he was a senator, didn't want me going off to college at all. He felt the need to suggest that we hire the best private teachers than money could by. I of course refused the hell out of it because, who would want to pass up the chance to attend college? College is supposed to be one of the best parts of your life, and I was not going to miss it.

So after what seemed like a lifetime of arguing, my father finally allowed me to attend college like I wanted. It was a really great experience for me, I felt like I could actually live my life like I wanted to for once. But of course, my victory over my father has been short lived.

Just a few months ago, probably almost six months ago, my father has won the presidency which means that he, my mother and grandmother have taken up residence at the oh so glorious White House. Now what does that mean? It means that Daddy wants me to come live with them.

To be honest, I really can't deny Daddy because he's my father and I'll do anything that he tells me because he's given me everything and then some. But I was just really looking forward to this whole law school thing. I wanted to actually get something for myself. Make my own money and a career. Oh well, I guess that I can't have it all right?

I'm so focused on my own thoughts that I don't even notice that the limo has slowed down to a near stop. Moments later, we come to a complete halt, and I come to the realization that we are parked right in front of the legendary White House. Wow, it's even bigger up close.

The door on my left opens, and I'm soon engulfed in the light for the midday sun. A male hand is offered to me in assistance to getting out of the car. Well good, at least the agents here are chivalrous and I don't have to worry about anyone acting like an asshole as opposed to back in college.

I step out of the limo and gracefully drape my long, crimson red hair over my left shoulder. I flash the agent who helped me a smile and he nods his head sending me a silent 'you're welcome' in return to my gratitude.

"U-um, good afternoon Miss Novak."

A snap my head towards the speaking voice and notice a nervous looking blonde woman smiling at me. I push my sunglasses onto the top of my head and return her smile, restricting a laugh as I fully realize just how nervous she is. Huh, she must be new.

"Good afternoon," I respond as I begin walking towards the house with her keeping up my pace. Okay, and she is following me for what reason? "And who are you?"

We stop momentarily as she holds out her hand towards me, trying to initiate contact. "Special Agent Alex Cabot, ma'am. I-I was sent here to greet you and immediately take you to your father."

I glance down at her hand that is being offered to me, and casually dismiss it as I begin walking again. Nothing personal towards her or anything, but I really don't like shaking agent's hands. Don't ask me why, I just don't.

"I see," I say as I allow her to walk ahead a little bit and lead me to where ever my father is hiding. "How long have you been here? You don't seem as…confident as any of the agents that are entertaining themselves with transporting all of my luggage."

She blushes and ducks her head a little as she continues to lead me down a long corridor. "I've been here for maybe almost three months? I had just graduated when I was first placed here."

"I didn't ask you all that, but good to know." I murmur but loud enough to where I know she heard me. I'm not going to lie, in my bisexuality, I do find Alex to be very attractive, but there is just something about the way that she stares at me that's freaking me out. It's not like she gives me the creeps or anything. She's not creepy. She's just…super awkward and I've got all of this for being in her presence for just over five minutes.

"So, I hear that you just graduated college. Did you enjoy it?" Alex asks as we come to a small halt to let a few agents pass us by. Oh god, why does she think it's okay to talk to me.

"It was a nice experience, yes. I'm not saying that I would love to go back though." I pause before we start walking once again and I snort quietly. "Not that that would be something you know anything about I'm sure."

She blushes again but refrains from looking at me this time. "I—I went to college. You kind of have to go to college to even be considered for this job." She murmurs before continuing on. "But I went to college and it was…nice."

I made a comment, I didn't ask a question and I would really rather not hear about her life's story right now. Honestly, why can't some people just take the hint and shut up?

Thankfully I get my wish because we walk all the rest of the way to my father's office in silence. Even though we're walking in silence I can still feel Alex's eyes on me probably every few minutes.

She knocks on a white wooden door and waits for a moment before she opens it and motions for me to follow. "Sir, your daughter's here." she says as her eyes land on me once again. Weird much?

I step into the office that I now recognize as the oval office, but all of those thoughts have dissipated as soon as my eyes land on my father. "Daddy!" I squeal in excitement as I fling myself at him and he welcomes me with open arms.

"Hello sweetheart." He replies affectionately as he places a kiss to my forehead. "Did you have a safe trip?"

"It was good Daddy, because everyone loves plane rides right?" I giggle sarcastically as he leads me over to one of the couches in his office. Thankfully Alex has excused her self from the room to let us have our private family moment. I don't think I could take another moment of her staring at me like that.

My father chuckles as he places a stray hair behind my ear. "I know that it was such short notice, but I really did want you to come and stay here Casey. I feel like it would be best for our family, and your role as the first daughter."

I smile and refrain from rolling my eyes. And what role is that supposed to be? Because I don't want anything that's going to be strenuous. If I'm going to be here as the first daughter, I'm going to act like the first daughter, which means I'm going to act how I want to. I'm not a teenager; I'm a grown woman, and I'm going to act as such.

"So what do you think of Alex sweetheart?" Daddy asks me after I have just finished catching him up on how college was for me.

I frown and shake my head as I really don't understand what it is that he's asking me. "What do you mean, what do I think of her? I mean, I think she's really weird and super awkward, but I don't see why any of that would matter."

"It matters because she's your new personal protective detail."

My face falls upon hearing this and I feel like my father just told me that I was adopted or something. "What?" I say but feel like I need to repeat myself for added firmness. "What do you mean she's my 'personal protective detail'!? What's that, big fancy president talk for bodyguard?! Why not have one of the men do it?"

Daddy sighs quietly and places his hands on my shoulders to calm me down. I don't know why this works for him, but it just does. "Casey, please. I wasn't comfortable with having a man do this. I can have them protect me, but not you. I feel like you will be a lot more comfortable with Alex. She's good at what she does Casey, don't doubt that."

"Good at what she does?! She's so skinny I feel like I could take her! Hell, if anyone ever wanted to get to me, all they'd have to do is push her down! This is bullshit!"

"Cassandra Novak, do not raise your voice at me and do not speak to me with such profane language."

I huff and fold my arms before I calm down a little. "I'm sorry Daddy. I just…can't you get anyone else to do it?"

He wraps his arms around me before kissing my head once again. "I trust Alex sweetheart, and I trust that she'll take good care of you. One of my best agents wrote her a really good letter or recommendation to me personally. I trust her, and I think in time, you will to. Now go, get situated in your bedroom so you can meet Mother and your mother in the dining room for a late lunch. I had the chefs prepare your favorite."

I hug my father one last time before I make my move to leave his office. Well great, at least after this shit filled day I get my favorite food out of all of this. As soon as I step out of the office, Alex opens her mouth to speak to me, but I hold up my hand, promptly cutting her office.

"Don't. Do not speak to me right now. Just take me to my bedroom." I say as I begin walking ahead of her, not waiting for any kind of response. Great, she looks at me like a lost puppy and now she's going to be following me around like a lost puppy.

Damn, this sucks!

Okay, I'm guilty. I've kinda stolen Kate Todd again for my own selfish desires (oh my god, that sounded kinky didn't it?) but that's basically because I was really to lazy to come up with an original character. Besides, didn't Kate used to be secret service anyway? So see? It all works out lovely!

Yes, I did make Casey high maintenance, but she's in her twenties and she's the presidential daughter. She's GOING to be high maintenance people. Anyhow, leave your feedbacks!