Monday Morning 7:45 AM. Secret Service Daily Briefing

"Those are the current threats. Now. Procedures." Ron Butterfield was briefing the President. "Two agents per day are being cycled back daily starting Treasury for an update on current procedures and for normally-scheduled qualifications reviews: Marksmanship, stamina, etc."

Jed Bartlett smiled and said jovially. "Making sure they can get the bad guys before the bad guy gets me."

"Yes, Sir." Ron Butterfield's face showed no amusement – it never did. Jed was amused even more at that.

"Wednesday, Bookbag will be meeting with me to review procedures for her work at the homeless shelter."

Jed's eyes lit up. "How is that going?"

Ron was confident as he said, "From all indications there are no problems. We're just double-checking to make sure it stays that way."

Jed laughed again, this time more appreciatively. "I'm definitely all for that. Will she have time to stop in and say hello?"

"I can ask her, Mr. President."

Jed nodded and put it out of his mind.

It was 1:45 as Zoe breezed into the West Wing. She greeted staffers as she went, hiding any nervousness. She got to Debbie's desk. "Hi, Debbie. Is he ready for lunch?"

Debbie smiled as she looked at the schedule. "He's remarkably only 17 minutes late." She looked up. "Luckily I scheduled this for 1:30 today."

Zoey was curious. "You said 1:45 to me."

Debbie chuckled. "And that means it will be 1:47." Someone came out of the Oval, obviously his last meeting. Debbie went to the door. "Your daughter is here for lunch."

Jed smiled as he saw his daughter. "Zoey! Come here!" He wrapped his arms around his youngest daughter.

Soon, the two were eating, both knowing they didn't have much time. "Your mother was meeting with the Women's Caucus or she'd be here. How's school?"

Zoey got through the lunch with no problems – she really did like spending time with her Dad when she could. It was only 15 minutes and sandwiches, but both enjoyed it enormously.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll tell your Mom how you're doing. You better get down to that meeting with Ron. Make sure you tell him you'll wear a bulletproof vest if needed and they can set up a bulletproof cage if they need to."

"Daaaad!"

Jed grinned as he watched his exasperated daughter leave the office. He called out to Debbie. "What's next?"

Zoey finally was meeting with Ron. Gina was also present as she was the head of Zoey's detail.

"Okay. First thing, and I know this is odd. But can I see a copy of my birth certificate?"

Ron was a little confused. "Is there a reason?"

Zoey sighed. "Well, I'm 22 years old and have never seen it – that's one reason. I'll explain further when I've looked at it."

Ron nodded. He went to the drawer in his office which held the personal records for the president's family and found her file. He lifted it up and brought it over. He rifled through it until he found the document in question. He did quickly glance at it and saw the President's and First Lady's names – he wanted to make certain that there wasn't THAT type of surprise before he handed it over.

He handed the document in question over to Zoey. Zoey carefully read it. Ron and Gina both noticed when she suddenly tensed. "Zoey? Something the matter?"

Zoey sighed and presented it. "Look at the line where it mentions, Single Birth, Twins, Multiples."

Ron carefully took the certificate and did as she asked. Ron could immediately see what had caught Zoey's eye. Right on the certificate on the line for "Type of Birth", instead of Single, Twin was checked.

Ron didn't know what to say except. "I was not aware."

Zoey was annoyed as she said, "Neither was I." Ron handed it to Gina who looked curious.

"I guess the only thing to do is ask."

Zoey violently shook her head. "Not yet. We need a separate source. I still don't want to upset my Dad unnecessarily – he doesn't need the stress. And I know my Mom gets very emotional when it comes to us girls and problems." She paused for a moment. "Aunt Milly. She's been friend with the family for years and is the Godmother for Ellie. She'd know."

Ron paused and then asked, "What do I say?" He knew what HE would say, but Zoey seemed to have an idea.

Zoey thought for a moment. "In reviewing information, someone saw my birth certificate and, not wanting to bring up a stressful subject with the First Family, you thought she might be able to shed light on it."

Ron considered that and looked over to Gina. Her reply, "That should work."

Ron turned to his computer and looked up the number. Soon Ron was on the phone in a private conversation with the Surgeon General, Millicent Griffith.

Ron presented the conundrum as the trio had decided. His face took on a serious look as he listened. Finally, he thanked the Surgeon General, asking her to not inform the President that he had been asking as he would do that when it was appropriate. Milly knew Ron's devotion and didn't hesitate to agree.

Ron set down the phone and looked at Zoey. "Are you sure you want to hear this from me? It might be better for you to ask your parents."

"No. I need to know without telling them. I'll explain soon."

Ron nodded and repeated what he was told. "You did have a sister. She was born right after you and was to be named 'Alexandra Grace.' Unfortunately, she died two days later of 'Sudden Infant Death syndrome.' Because of their personal grief, they rarely talk about it. It was kept very hush hush."

Zoey was suddenly really antsy. "Then we have a problem."

Ron was curious. "A problem?"

Zoey stood up and started to pace. "Yeah. A problem." She stopped and looked at Ron. "How would someone see if they were related?"

Ron looked intently at Zoey. "A DNA Test. What's the problem?"

Zoey collapsed into the chair across from Ron. "Last Friday night I was working at the shelter. I've been doing it for a few weeks. Suddenly, one if the girls in the line got up to my station …" Zoey's voice dropped into a whisper, "and she had my face."

Ron and Gina looked stunned.

Zoey's voice got stronger as she said, "Someone needs to call the hospital I was born at. Maybe she was switched with another baby or something. Because the moment I looked at her … the moment our eyes met … there was … this connection. I want to find out if this is my sister. And I want to find out without telling Mom and Dad. Cause if I'm wrong it would break their hearts. We have to find out."

Ron contemplated what he was being told and finally nodded. "I'll try to do as you ask. But the moment – the very moment we verify anything, my job will include keeping her just as safe."

Zoey nodded and then paused. "We find out and I call a family meeting. We get Liz and Ellie to come for Easter and we tell everyone at once. It gives me time to get to know her and you time to get her checked out medically and finish the investigation. We have Dad's doctor on standby so if his blood pressure spikes it can get handled. Can we do that?"

Ron contemplated Zoey. He was astonished by how she was taking this. Instead of the immature reaction of a teenager, she was doing everything she could to protect her father's health and to make sure the right thing was done. He was impressed.

"We'll need a DNA lab. Maybe the FBI."

Zoey shook her head. "We can't have any leaks at all. Is there any other agency in the area which isn't known for leaking information ever?"

Ron considered that. "I assume we get her on Friday night?"

Zoey nodded. "I go and do my job until I see her and then I get her to come with me. I tell her who I am cause I don't think she knows. We go and get the test done. That gives you two days to set it up and to make sure we aren't making a mistake." She paused. "Send someone in under cover to keep an eye out and make sure she's not attacked. Don't change anything but make sure we don't miss our chance. And she'll have to have an agent as soon as we find out."

Ron nodded. "Actually, a detail."

Zoey chuckled. "One agent first. I'll share my detail with her until the reveal cause I won't leave her alone. How about that guy who was watching CJ for her main agent?"

"Donovan?"

Zoey nodded. Ron looked at Gina for her opinion. Gina looked thoughtful and then gave a small nod. "That's what we'll do."