Alex Chapter 1, a west wing fanfic

His voice was calm and steady as he responded to her telephone greeting. A very short conversation, "I need you, please come!" She asked no questions, she only said yes. He told her of the car that was on the way and the chartered plane that was waiting at the airport. He always knew where she was recently. This was going to be interesting to say the least. Alex was the only one who could handle the "situation". Bob Russell had had enough. Time to make things complicated. God, he had missed her.

Alex sat in the charter plane that Bob had sent to pick her up. He had failed to mention that the trip included a secret service detail. Alex smiled as contemplated her response to the arrogance of lead agent. Then she turned back to the notebook given to her on the plane. The file on her main target was very detailed. Weakness assessments were her strong suit. Her intellect was in the top one percent of the industrialized world. Her vixenish temperament was a very valued commodity on the open market. This should be fun! A quick look though the other files in the database was equally as valuable.

As the Lear came to a halt near the small motorcade, Alex's secret service detail sprang into action. One of them was on the phone to ascertain the whereabouts of the Vice President. That was their mission, to deliver one Alexis Catherine McNulty to the Vice President of the United States upon arrival in Washington, DC. Only when the jet was at a complete standstill with all agents in place, did Alex rise from her seat and put on her long black leather coat. The agents reminded her of full sized carved Indian figure in front of the Clarks Brother fireworks store. They showed no emotion. Their faces almost wooden, they showed no emotion. After she pulled her straight red hair from beneath her coat collar, she picked up her laptop and strode toward the exit. As she emerged from the cabin, she enjoyed the first flitters of snow in the air. She allowed herself to be guided to the limousine in the middle of the three cars on the tarmac. Two agents in the first car, two in the last car, one driving the limo and another next to her in the backseat. "I don't suppose any sightseeing is in order" she said with a sarcastic smirk to Jeremiah, the head of her security detail. "No ma'am, he was very specific!" said the wooden faced secret service agent. "So where are we going?" she said with a wistful sigh. "The West Wing!" was his only response.

Vice President Robert Russell was having cocktails with the President, Mrs. Bartlett and some senior staff members. Abigail Bartlett noticed that Robert seemed distracted. As she joined her husband and the Vice President, she was certain of it. Jed would not notice immediately, but pretty soon he would.

The limousine glided up to the West Wing entrance as if on air. Alex emerged as the door was opened by the valet. The snow was coming down heavier now. She inhaled deeply enjoying the chilling effect and steadying her nerves. She had definitely felt underdressed for this occasion. Leather and the west wing definitely did not mix.

Deborah Fiderer was in the midst a provoking day. The President was being more irascible then normal. Now she had a call from the gate telling her a guest was arriving to meet with the Vice President as per his instructions. Directly behind the page, entered a dynamo, in her mid 30s, shoulder length red hair, green eyes, alabaster skin wearing an open full length black leather coat, black leather pants, stiletto heels, and lace edged Victoria Secret no sleeve tee-shirt. Alex smiled as she watched the President's secretary appraised her appearance. First impressions were tricky, with some a smile helped others it didn't. She could not tell which group Ms. Fiderer fell in. This should be interesting. Deborah nodded as she said, "I'll announce you!" and walked to a door on the right. Alex took off her coat before following at a discreet distance. Debra relieved her of the coat as she entered the Oval Office.

Male heads turned expectantly as the petite lady entered the room. Speculation ran rampant as to who she was when the group got their first glimpse of Alex. Abby leapt into action after a few tense seconds at Alex's entrance. "Hello, I'm Abbey Bartlett. I'm so glad you could make it! Have you met my husband?" Alex looked at Mrs. Bartlett and said, "No, I don't think I've had the pleasure! Please excuse my appearance; I had no idea that I was meeting Bob here." Before the President could utter a word, Bob had slipped his hand on her waist. "This is totally my fault!" said Robert "I told them to bring her to me wherever I was." "Mr. President, ma'am, I would like to introduce you to my new chief of staff."