Author's note: I don't own West Wing or its characters. I do own Lessa. If you would like to use her please contact me. Suing me will do you no good. I'm just a student.


Posse Comitatus Revised

Simon kept his gun on the man on the floor. There was a thump, and suddenly a second man fell to the ground behind him. A young woman , girl really, stood over the second man.

"Sorry to startle you," she said, "but I didn't want him to shoot you."

She was eleven, maybe twelve. Long chestnut hair was confined to a single braid. Sable eyes twinkled with mischief. She wore a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Her smile was incredibly charming.

It didn't take long for the police to arrive and take charge of the two would be robbers. The girl collected a bag of books she had dropped.

"I'm Lessa LeBrel by the way."

"Simon Donovan. Are your parents going to pick you up?"

She laughed and shook her head, "They're at the War of Roses. I had some errands to run and shopping to do."

"I see. May I escort you to the theater; I'm on my way there myself."

"Be my guest."

They found a bench in the theater lobby and began to discuss, of all things, Japanese anime. It was fairly apparent that Lessa was an expert on the subject. He was lost after the first half hour. The play finally let out. Spotting C.J. in the crowd, he waved her over.

"C.J., I'd like you to meet Lessa LeBrel, my crime stopping partner for the night. Lessa, this is C.J. Cregg, the White House Press Secretary."

"Pleased to meet you," Lessa beamed. C.J. warmed immediately to the girl, and the three of them chatted until Lessa spotted her parents.

"I've got to go. It was nice meeting you two," she said before disappearing into the crowd.

"How did you meet her?" C.J. asked him.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you over a drink."

Owari (the end)