Sorry it's so short, but I have limited time. PLEASE read and review… or else I will- well- nothing. But still. I'll have another chapter up as soon as possible… Maybe by later today if you're reallllllly nice! Hugs and Kisses, all. Enjoy!

Mac hastily entered the Situation Room and shut the door behind her. She motioned with her hands for the party to sit. "What's wrong?" Mac asked, stony-faced and sober.

"Ma'am," General Schultz fumbled with his words. "In Las Angeles they turned the water back on." Mac failed to see the urgency in his statement, but she had the sinking feeling that there was something more.

"And?" She asked, cringing on the inside.

"The water wasn't fully purified yet, Ma'am," The general blurted nervously. Mac's stomach cramped up. She blinked slowly, fighting back angry tears.

"How many fatalities were there?" she asked bluntly, sensing the general's death vibe. The general looked over to Jim, who pulled a stack of paper from the manila envelope and handed it to Mac. She scanned over it. There was nothing but a list of names.

"How many is this?" she asked, looking at all of the names.

"About 1,500." Mac closed her eyes and took a very deep breath.

"Is the water off now?" she asked dully.

"Yes, Ma'am," the general assured.

"How long until the water is purified?"

"It should only take another day, Madame President," the surgeon general supplied. Mac nodded slowly, taking it all in.

"OK. I am going to address the nation tonight then. This is a big deal," she said. Everyone nodded, as if they didn't realize her understatement. "Call me if there is any other complication, or when the water is pure and ready to be turned back on." Mac got up and left. She walked through the hall, and then ran into Dickie.

"Madame President!" he exclaimed. "Do you have a moment?"

"Of course, Dickie," she said, wincing. He obviously hadn't heard the press conference. "Walk with me, we'll chat in the Oval. There's something I've been meaning to tell you anyway." They reached the Oval all too quickly.

"Mackenzie," Dickie started after she closed the door. "May I be honest?" He didn't wait for her reply. "You should have consulted me before getting your breasts worked on." Mac suppressed a laugh. "You were easier to talk to before." She couldn't contain her giggles this time and let a small chuckle escape her lips.

"Dickie, there's something I have to tell you."

"Your hair looks ravishing, though. Did you have a facial?" Dickie didn't listen.

"Dickie. Listen to me. None of those things are why I look so different." Dickie looked up and tilted his head slightly. "Dickie, I'm pregnant."

"WHAT?" Dickie exclaimed. "You're pregnant? HOW?" Mac rolled her eyes.

"Listen, this is not something I can change, so we are going to have to work with it." Dickie stared at her blankly, his eyes crawling over her body. "Dickie. Please." She verbally shook him out of his daze. "There's nothing I can do. So how do we play this off?" Dickie looked thoughtful.

"Maybe this is a good thing… human interest aspect perhaps?" Dickie said.

"Great. We'll talk about this later. I have work to do." Dickie nodded.

"Congratulations," he said before leaving.

"Thank you," Mac said quietly, before she sat down at her desk.