AN: I do not own Madam Secretary, I really don't think you guys thought I did but... Anyway, this chapter will probably be on the shorter side... sorry. Also my grammar is horrible and so is my spelling I apologize don't kill me. Also, occasionally my writing seems a whole lot more violent than it is... please don't kill me if I butcher this story. AND PLEASE DON'T POST INSULTING ANONYMOUS REVIEWS... I don't think I spelled that right.

Chapter One

"The Attack"

It took a lot to scare Elizabeth McCord, but so far Amir Gihadi a very rich man of the Pakistan population almost was. (AN: I don't have a bias against Pakistan I just needed a country, also, he will be my antagonist so please don't tell me I'm racist I try really hard no to be so there will be bad white guys too :) sorry) The Secretary of State stood in front of the man her head raised and her jaw square... looking very much the image of calm, but on the inside she wasn't. Her CIA trained analyst side was scanning the room, taking in the many men wearing what appeared to be bullet resistant vests. She knew she had Fred and her other agents if she needed them, but her small group of Secret Service was tiny compared to the many hired men on the Amir's pay roll.

"Madam Secretary, relax my house is safe to those I call friends," Amir smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Well, in that case I'm going to have to ask if we're friends," Elizabeth asked smiling easily and joking. Amir did not smile, he remained stony faced. Liz stopped smiling and waited patiently for his answer.

"For the moment you could consider us favorable acquaintances," His answer was scripted, that much was obvious, Elizabeth could hear Fred turning where he stood to get a better view of the room. Originally, this meeting was supposed to take place in a more open and pleasant building, but due to a sewage leak it was moved to Amir's personal residence.

"Well, then, my feet are getting tired. As Secretary of State they make me wear the most uncomfortable shoes... I don't suppose we could sit down?" Liz asked glancing down at her heels.

"I suppose a the Secretary of State must have a small amount of relief..." he said shifting where he stood. Liz was itching to start the diplomatics (AN:is that a word?) instead of this forced small talk. "Follow me."

Elizabeth, Fred, and two other agents followed Amir deeper into the mansion. Liz wished she could of brought her staff with her, but she had been advised not to have more people in the room than Amir, he would see it as a threat.

"As I'm sure you can tell by our visit the United States is concerned with the amount of money you are devoting to a certain organization," Liz began as she sat down on the left of the sofa. There were two glass doors positioned in front of them, behind her she could see out of the corner of her eye Fred and the two agents standing an arms reach back. Each turning their heads every so often to see the surrounding area.

"Which organization would that be?" Amir asked he sounded confused but Elizabeth wasn't sure whether it was an act or not.

"EMSS, standing for Emergency Medical Supplies Suppliers (AN: Again I am just making these things, and if they're if they're real I don't know about them.) We believe that they're a terrorist facility, also, we believe that you are in grave danger," Liz explained and Amir nodded his face impassive and unreadable. "There have been three attacks on patrons of this organization. This may not seem like a matter for the United States State Department to handle, but we know that in your case it is."

"With your regular donations to the Pakistani military we know you have much sway over decisions made," Liz continued, (AN: I promise I'll try to shut up after this but I just have to put it out there again I have practically no knowledge to political events or the system at all... please don't hate me) "We would like to keep our standing of favorable acquaintances and we thought that you would like and appreciate warning and that you would also appreciate our telling you that we will be shutting down this organization."

"I do appreciate the warning I have much invested in this company, and if that were the sole reason for your visit I would be highly flattered. But I happen to know you are also here for a convention among many world representatives," Amir smiled and Liz forced a smile onto her own tight lips. "But still I appreciate the warning, and in return I would like to remind you that the only reason you are here instead of the President is because it was deemed unsafe for the President himself to make the journey."

"Mr. Gihadi is there a reason behind that warning or are you just upset you are not the sole focus of my trip?" Liz asked knowing she was approaching a line but she her inner CIA trained self often appeared in questionable scenarios.

"I guess I'm just little jealous, it's not often I have the Secretary of State in my living room," Amir smiled and this time it seemed more genuine. Fred leaned over the couch telling Elizabeth to wrap it up that the cars were ready.

"Well, I guess this is good bye for now," Liz stood and extended her hand towards Amir, he accepted the handshake. He had freezing hands Liz noted to herself silently.

"Good bye Secretary McCord, I hope you have a nice rest of your day," Amir said and with that the agents and Liz left the mansion heading for the SUV's in the drive.

The ride was going to be a fairly long one and before long Secretary McCord was asleep and leaning on Fred's shoulder. Fred looked down at her face, she looked a million years younger when she slept... Maybe it was because all the worry and stress was lifted off her shoulders in her sleep. Liz shifted in her sleep kicking her shoes off and pulling her feet up onto the seat with her. Maybe the shoes were truly as uncomfortable as she had said.

Almost and hour later they were still not even close to the convention site. However, the Secretary of State was still fast asleep. Just then Fred's phone rang, he quickly picked it up not wanting to wake the woman dozing on his shoulder.

"Fred this is Nadine," Fred heard the Secretary's Chief of Staff through the phone. "Where are you guys?"

"We're about another hour out," Fred responded.

"Is Madam Secretary there?" Nadine asked and Fred looked down at his shoulder, Elizabeth hadn't stirred.

"She's asleep, would you like me to wake her?" Fred asked not wanting to act too soon.

"It doesn't matter, you all need to get to the airport, now." Nadine sounded slightly panicked. "The negotiations between the United States and North Korea didn't go well today they're out for any U.S. captives, the Secretary of State would be huge trophy to them." (AN: I know I promised to shut up but still I feel bad not saying this. I need a bad person, so just to clarify I have no problem with North Koreans, just with The Interview and everything going on I felt they would be an okay country to use.. BTW I will be changing names of the world leaders.)

"Ma'am I don't know how your geography is but we're in Pakistan, how does North Korea have anything to do with us at this moment in time." Fred replied still confused to why they should turn around and head to the airport.

"Well, the leader of North Korea Pin Lon Johe is here for the conference and he and Pakistan have a better relationship than we do right now, so I suggest you get her the heck out of here, the rest of us got the news earlier and are already at the airport."

"I'll wake her now so you can brief her on the full issue, we are turning and heading to the airport as we speak," Fred reported as he signaled the driver to turn and head to the airport. Then he woke the Secretary and handed her the phone.

"Nadine, what's going on?" She asked putting on her glasses like she did when she got into work mode.

"North Korean negotiations went a little worse than we'd hoped and Pin Lon Johe is in the attendance for the conference."

"That would do it, is there anything in the press about this?" Liz asked wishing she had a cup of coffee right now.

"No madam secretary there is not." Nadine confirmed.

"I will see you in thirty minutes." Liz said and hung up.

They had reached the airport in a record breaking time, Elizabeth was now on the phone with Henry.

"Yes Henry I will be cutting my trip short. I'll tell you when I get back but it's not because the weather isn't favorable," Liz said standing in front of the steps to the plane.

"Well, can you give me anything? Or is it all still need to know?" Henry asked and Liz wished she could tell him something.

"No, not yet. According to Daisy there should be something one twitter that might answer some of your questions." Liz offered Nadine nodded over to her from where she stood by the hanger. It was time to board the plane, which meant it was time to finish up her conversation.

"Henry, I have to go, I love you." Liz said.

"I love you too, be safe and promise me you'll come home safely." Henry said.

"I promise, I really have to go now," Liz hung up and slid her phone into her blazer pocket. Nadine now stood next to her. "I wish that we didn't always have to worry about politics."

"Well, it was in the job description," Nadine smiled and began to guide the secretary to the plane steps. "At least it pays good."

"And has amazing dental," Liz added which made both women smile and chuckle. All of a sudden there was a loud screeching sound and the plane exploded. Without a second thought Elizabeth's CIA instincts kicked in she pushed Nadine in behind of her partially shielding her from the blast. The two women were thrown through the air like rag dolls. Liz heard screaming, she realized the screams were her own. Her leg was in blinding pain and she could feel blood gushing from a head wound. The pain was too much, she felt like she was burning. Her phone began to ring. She recognized that ring... it was Henry... And with that she collapsed in pain, both her arm and her leg sticking out at odd angles.

Sorry if that was completely horrible. I honestly couldn't tell whether I should call Elizabeth by Liz or Elizabeth, please tell me if one of them sounds better than the other. Also, the whole sleeping on Fred's shoulder is not a hint at a new ship or anything Henry and Liz will be the only pairing involving the Secretary. Nadine will probably have some guy I make up. But just to clarify the sleeping on the shoulder sounded questionable even to me but I didn't intend for it to be. Please post your reviews (Assuming they're nice) and if you want PM me your thoughts. Thanks I'll try to update within the next few days.