Thursday:

Annabeth is just walking in her door as the phone rings.

Annabeth: "Leo! It's like 2am for you."

Leo: "Yeah. Long day."

Annabeth: "Good day?"

Leo: "There are no good days addressing Gaza."

Annabeth: "Except that you live for this."

Leo: (smiles) "Yeah. How was Georgia?"

Annabeth: "Depressing. But okay. I got down late Monday and spent Tuesday touring places with Bill and Julia."

Leo: "Were any of them good?"

Annabeth: "Two. Julia and Bill are going to go back and get more information and we'll make some decisions."

Leo: "I'm glad you felt okay about it. Or, as okay as you can feel given the circumstances."

Annabeth: "Yeah."

Leo: "Your statement to the press made its way over here."

Annabeth: "Huh?"

Leo: (reading) "Mr. McGarry and I see each other. Socially."

Annabeth: "Wow. Slow news day in Jerusalem?"

Leo: (laughs) "Abbey called Jed."

Annabeth: (relieved) "That's good. I'd be concerned for the prospects of your success if my statement to the First Lady's press pool was bigger news in Israel."

Leo: "You getting heat over there?"

Annabeth: "The First Lady and Donna knew I was going to deal with it."

Leo: "Yeah."

Annabeth: "Donna is running out of ways, though, to ask me about it without asking me about it."

Leo: "Yeah. Donna likes to know things."

Annabeth: "You think?" She laughs. "Donna and Josh…there's a reason they're together."

Leo: "I miss you."

Annabeth: (sits down on her couch and smiles) "I miss you, too."

Leo: "Alright. I gotta get some sleep."

Annabeth: "See you in a few days."

Matt and Helen Santos are in the residence.

Matt: "Helen! What do you want from me? I am trying to run a country. That does mean spending some time in the office!"

Helen: "It's not your physical absence, Matt. We have been through this."

She sits down on the couch and puts her head in her hands. "It's that even when you are here, you aren't here."

Matt: "I am here." He sits down next to her and takes her hand. "I am here."

Helen: "So much of your life now…I can't be a part of it, and it's harder than I imagined."

Matt: "There is no way to imagine this."

Helen: "Yeah. I just…I'd like to feel like we're still connected. I'm tired of feeling shut out."

Matt: "I'm trying."

Helen: (lets go of his hand) "Try harder."

Following Sunday - Annabeth is at Leo's house.

There's a knock at the door and Annabeth checks her watch, surprised as Leo is not due back from the airport for another hour at least.

She opens the door to find the Secret Service. They move into the house and sweep through. Pres. Santos gets out of the SUV parked in Leo's driveway. The Secret Service nod as they walk past him, back out of the house and position themselves at the front door. Matt closes the door.

Annabeth: (stunned) "Mr. President."

Matt: (looks around) "Where's Leo?"

Annabeth: "He's flying home tonight. He should be here pretty soon."

Matt: (nods) "You gonna invite me in?"

Annabeth: (very flustered) "Of course…please."

Matt drops his suit jacket on the back of a chair as he follows Annabeth into the living room.

Annabeth: "I'm sorry. Was Leo expecting you?"

Matt: (laughs) "No."

Annabeth: "Okay."

Matt: "But you're here."

Annabeth: "Yes. I am. I'm just…" She takes a deep breath. "I'm often here, as I am sure you're aware."

Matt: "I'm happy for you both." He leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees. "Leo doesn't keep alcohol in the house, does he?"

Annabeth: "No. And sir, forgive me, but I think you've been drinking and maybe…"

Matt: "Yeah, probably just as well that there's nothing here."

Annabeth: "There's coffee. I'll make some for both of us."

Matt: (gets up) "Lead the way!" He follows Annabeth unsteadily towards the kitchen.

Annabeth busies herself with the coffee maker, trying hard to ignore the President who is wandering around, randomly opening Leo's cabinets.

Matt walks into the hall outside the kitchen and looks at the photos on Leo's wall.

Matt: "This is Leo in Vietnam?"

Annabeth: "Yeah. That's Ken O'Neal with him."

Matt: (comes back into the kitchen) "You know everything about Leo?"

Annabeth: "I doubt it."

Matt: "So do I."

Annabeth is uncomfortable, but smiles as she hands Matt a cup of coffee. She leans with her back against the counter.

Matt: (walks towards her) "You and Leo…"

Annabeth: "Yep."

Matt: (now standing right in front of her) "You like men in positions of power, huh?"

Annabeth: (trying to defuse and avoid whatever is about to happen) "I like Leo. I'm not sure how much power comes into it. I am sure that Mrs. Santos loves you."

Matt: (with a laugh like a bark) "Oh, you think so?"

He steps too close to Annabeth, who is trapped between his body and the counter. He reeks of booze.

Before Annabeth can react, Leo is in the room. He grabs Matt's shoulder, spins him around and decks him.

Matt stumbles backwards. Leo puts his body in between Matt and Annabeth.

Leo: "Get out."

Matt: (his hand holding his cheek, his lip bloody) "Jesus. Leo."

Leo: "Get out of my house, Matt."

Matt slumps into one of the chairs at Leo's kitchen table and tilts his head back. He's staring at the ceiling.

Leo: (turns to Annabeth) "You ok?"

Annabeth nods.

Leo walks over to Matt. He grabs his elbow. Matt shakes him off and walks out of the house.

Annabeth: (shakily) "Thank you, Leo. How did you even know what was…"

Leo: "I got home and found the SUV in the driveway and Secret Service at the door. I heard your voices and then…"

Annabeth: "I don't know what he was doing here, Leo. He just showed up."

Leo: "He was drunk."

Annabeth: "Yeah."

Leo: "Jesus." He flexes his hand open and close.

Annabeth: "I'm okay, Leo. I was planning on kneeing him in the balls."

Leo: "You were going to knee the President of the United States in the balls?"

Annabeth: "I was going to knee the drunk guy accosting me, in the balls."

Leo: "Yeah."

Annabeth: "This is not great."

Leo: "No."