Zoey was in her dorm room at Georgetown. She was supposed to be working on her Calculus homework but the image of the girl's face at the shelter kept haunting her.

She was tempted to visit her parents at the White House, but she didn't want to seem like a crazy woman. Her parents already treated her like a baby and she didn't want to take a chance of inciting their overprotective instincts.

Finally, she pushed her Calculus book aside and sighed. She had to do something.

"Okay. How would a regular person do this?" She considered this question. Suddenly, she had a realization: She had never actually seen her own Birth Certificate. Her parents had supplied the records needed and the Secret Service had provided the records when she got her license.

Being raised as a politician's daughter she had been insulated from the normal procedures most people went through. The first thing she had to make sure of is that she wasn't born a twin. If she wasn't born a twin, than the girl might be related but it wouldn't be so urgent.

Thinking about it, there was only one person she could call. She could never prevent the Secret Service from becoming involved. So she had only once choice: Bring the Secret Service into her confidence.

She stood up and walked to her door. Opening it, she saw Gina in her room across the hall.

"Zoey?" Gina asked curiously.

She was hesitant but it was time to be an adult. "Hey, Gina. I need your help."

Gina sat up from the book she was reading. (It was her job to look like just another co-ed.) "Come in." She stood up and passed Zoey to close the door. "What can I help you with?"

Zoey steeled herself. "I need to talk to Ron. Privately. Without my parents finding out."

Gina was dubious. "Is it anything dangerous?"

Zoey chuckled nervously. "I don't think so. I just need to know a few things and only Ron can help me. Otherwise, I have to ask my parents and I'm not quite ready to ask them yet." She paused. "Eventually, I'll talk to them, but I want to do these first steps myself."

Gina nodded. It wasn't her job to run her protectee's life. "Well, the best time would be at night. Ron is in his office during the evening, working out scheduling and coordination for Eagle's detail. He get's off at 9:00 unless the President's immediately under threat." Gina considered for a moment. "Or Sunday."

Zoey thought about it. "Can we call him or is he already off work?"

Gina looked at the clock. It was 8:30. "Sure. I'll give you the number."

"Can we call on your phone? I'd rather keep this entirely secret … er, secure … until it's done."

Gina grinned slightly. So Zoey wanted to play Spy. "Sure."

Gina pulled her secure phone from it's location and hit the speed dial for the office at the Residence. A gruff voice answered the phone. "Butterfield."

Looking at Zoey, Gina said, "Ron. This is Gina. I have someone who needs to talk to you. But only if you are not currently dealing with Eagle – it needs to be uninterrupted as much as possible. Do you have a few minutes?"

There was a pause. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be free."

"Thank, Ron. 10 minutes. Can you call my phone here when you're ready?" She nodded at the answer and hung up.

Zoey sat nervously with Gina, the two being very quiet, waiting for the call. The phone soon rang. "Tuscano."

"You have someone who needs to speak to me?" the gruff voice asked.

"Yes, Sir. This is Bookbag."

Zoey grabbed the phone and put it to her ear. "Ron?"

"Yes, Zoey." The gruff voice was a little more soothing.

"I need to meet with you face to face. But it's got to be without my parents knowing about it."

"Are you in trouble?" There was real concern.

Zoey chuckled. "No. Not at all. I need to know a few things and I don't want to stress them out if I'm right or if I'm wrong." She paused and then sighed. "I have to be the grownup … which really sucks."

There was clear amusement in Ron's voice as he replied. "I agree. Anyway. I could meet you on Campus sometime."

"That won't work. You'll need your resources to find out things; which means it has to be at your office."

There was a pause. "Is there a time limit?"

"I'd like to do it before next Friday. That's when I next visit the shelter."

Ron was curious, but very professional. "The only option then is for you to come in to review procedures for your charity work. We can tell your father that it's a routine review. We can meet in my office and then you can visit briefly before returning to campus."

Zoey sighed. "I'd really rather it be less known but we can make it work. I have time on Wednesday afternoon. Will that work?"

"Just a moment." Ron looked up the schedule as it was currently set and then replied. "It shouldn't be a problem. There's nothing outside of the residence scheduled for that day."

Zoey sighed in relief. "Okay. 2:00?"

"14:00 Wednesday. I'll brief Eagle during our normal briefing tomorrow. That gives you two days to make certain that your father treats it as a routine visit."

Zoey smiled. "I can do that."