Disclaimer: The West Wing isn't mine. It belongs to Mr. Sorkin.

Author's note This is my first Leo/Margaret fanfic so please be kind. Partly in Margaret's POV.

Title "Dark Night."

Rated PG-13 Mature themes.

Spoilers: Margaret's reaction to an act of mad men

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As I walk down the hallway I ran into Mrs. Landingham, "Hello Mrs. Landingham."

"Hello Margaret."

The President was late Leo said they would be back before the softball game. The game started an hour ago and they had yet to return. To say that I was worried was an understatement, "Mrs. Landingham is the President back yet?"

"No, he's probably working the rope line. He's never been one to just walk to the car."

She's right he's probably working the rope line; I don't know why I'm so worried any way. What could possibly happen? I walk over a put a file on Bonnie's desk, Mrs. Landingham is still talking about the President but, her voice becomes a blur when I see the graphic on the TV set out of the corner of my eye News Channel four "Special Report." I struggle to raise the volume of the TV set, "Shots have been fired at the President and his senior staff..." Mrs. Landingham has already ran out of the bullpen and down to her office. I still standing in the middle of the bullpen frozen, "Leo, God please let it not be Leo."

I get enough strength to walk back to the office, when I get there I sit down at my desk and try to think of things that have to be done in this situation. The phone rings and I pick it up, "Hello."

"Margaret it's me."

"Leo?"

"Yeah, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Margaret I know you better then that."

"I'm not fine."

"That's what I thought. Listen the President was hit. I don't know how bad but I'm on my way to GW. I'll be back in a little while."

"Okay."

The line went dead before I could say anything else. I breathed a sigh of relief he was alive, he was alive.

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I can't concentrate on what I'm doing so I decide to take a walk. For some reason my brain tells my legs to walk into his office. I'm frozen in the middle of the room and all I can think is what if? What if he was the one who got hit, where would I be now? What would I be doing? I yell at myself for thinking such things, he's your boss, not your boyfriend. Boyfriend, where did that come from? I take one last look around his office and turn to leave only to run into someone; strong hands grasp my shoulders, it's the only thing that stops me from falling. When I regain my balance I look up, "Leo!" I hold onto him tighter unwilling to let him go. I begin to feel tear well up in my eyes, no you can't cry. Don't cry. Wait he is holding onto me and he's not letting me go.

Leo finally let's go and wipes the tears from my eyes. "Thank you. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm very happy to see you."

"Are you alright." I ask holding him at arms length to look him over.

"Yeah."

"Leo."

"Yeah."

"Don't you ever do this to me again!"

"Okay." Leo replies as he kisses me on the forehead. I want him to go farther but I know we don't have the time right now.

"Let's get to work. We'll have time for us later."

"Promise."

"I promise."

I turn to leave but something inside of me makes me turn around again, "I love you." I say.

"I love you too."

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Margaret jumped straight up out of bed. Not again I really have to talk to someone because this just isn't normal. I can't, I can't. He's too old for me. I just can't, this can't be happening.