So, basically, if you blacked out and thought you read the last whatever number chapters before this one, I've reviewed everything. Not intentionally, but that's just how I decided to write all this. If this were a chapter for a "24" story I'd be proud of myself.

Oh, and don't worry, I posted another chapter right along with this one. I tried having it all be one chapter, but it seemed funny. These two chapters should probably make up three, but I figured posting three new chapters would be a bit excessive. It's just the way I've chosen to write this thing. Weird pacing.

"Josh Lyman."

"Josh," C.J. began, "I'm in the Situation Room with the President, what's going on?"

"Donna and I can't see him."

"Why not?"

"They've – one of the Secret Service guys, uh, his name's Dempsey, has gone to get to the doctor who worked on Leo."

"But they aren't letting you see him?"

"Not yet. We don't know anything, either."

"Josh, this is Ron Butterfield."

"Hello, sir."

"The agents over there have also been keeping me out of the loop personally, as well as the President. They're trying very diligently to keep all the information inside."

"Okay," Josh began to reply, but then stopped. "I'm sorry, sir, but they're keeping you, and the President out of the loop?"

"Yes."

"Sir, does this have anything to do with national security?"

"I'm wondering the same thing, Josh," the President chimed in.

"Hello, Mr. President. Are you holding up alright?" Josh was surprised he had even spoken.

"I'm fine, Josh. Just told Mallory and Jenny about Leo, so spirits aren't too high over here."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"It's fine, Josh. Now, Ron, tell Josh what you just told me about the agent driving the car."

"The agent's name is Dennis Berkeley," Agent Butterfield began. "As I told the President, he's been with the service ten years, impressive background, but has a history of seizures in the past."

"Seizures?" Josh was shocked.

"Yes."

"So, we think he had a seizure and drove the car into the telephone pole? Nothing to do with national security, right?"

"Right."

"Then why are Donna and I being barred from seeing Leo right now?"

"We can't rule out corruption from within the agency just yet, Josh. The FBI is also investigating things, but for right now there's nothing we can do from over here."

"Is there anything I can?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Is there any way I can help you out? They can't legally be keeping all this information. If I tried to get the doctor who worked on Leo out here sooner, that would be fine, right?"

"Josh," C.J. started in, "I wouldn't harass the Secret Service or FBI."

"I won't. I'm just going to try to butt my way in."

"I can't authorize this," the President yelled.

"It's not anything to authorize. I'm thinking aloud."

"Josh, I don't think that it's really—" Ron began to say, when the line went dead.

"Did he just hang up?" Kate asked incredulously.

"Yeah," C.J. replied, sighing. Oh, things were starting to get interesting.