Disclaimer: I definitely don't own the characters that were the creation of Sorkin, but any originals I do.
AN: This was written originally back in 2001 and posted in Jed-Abbey Bartlet yahoogroup. And co-authored; if the second author is still around and sends me an email I'll put her name on it as well.
Rating: T to be safe.
"Hospitality"
By: Vangoghadmirer
Hospitality Part Seven
Jed went back up to the residence to find something; to be more precise he went back up to the residence to just sit there and take in everything that reminded him of his wife. He had to get her back.
Leo had told Zoey the news. Right after she learned what had happened she ran out of his office and hurried up to the residence. She burst into her parents' bedroom to find her father clutching a picture of Abbey. "Tell me it's not true!"
Jed looks up at his daughter with tears in his eyes. "Zoey, I wish it wasn't true. I wish I would wake up and it would be a dream."
"Who are they? What do they want?"
"I'm not sure who they are exactly. They want a certain prisoner released and claim if we release him they will let her go free." He looked at his youngest daughter not really believing they would keep to their words.
"You think if you let the prisoner go free they won't fulfill the end of their bargain."
"Yeah," he looks at her, "and that's what scare's me most."
"Then don't let the man go free . . . find another solution."
Before Jed could say anymore there was a knock on the door.
Leo walks in. "Sorry sir. How you holding up kiddo?" He notices Zoey in the room.
"Leo you know that's a stupid question."
"Anything new?" Jed asks.
"Yeah."
"Okay." Jed gets up and slightly smiles to Zoey reassuring her that everything would be okay. "Are you staying here?"
"Yeah, I'm going to be here. I might have Charlie come up and stay with me though."
"That might be a good idea." Jed leaves the room with Leo. "So what's going on?"
"We've got an idea for a rescue plan."
"That's good. I want to get her back soon and before they really hurt her. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happens to her."
"It's not your fault this happened. It was a freak occurrence and just did."
"No, it is my fault my position caused it."
They walk into the Situation Room. "Mr. President." One of the Joint Chief's states.
