Fandom:

The West Wing AU

Pairing:

C.J./Danny

Rating:

PG-13 for topic

Distribution:

How much do I owe you for hauling it off?

Spoilers:

Up to and including Full Disclosure, from which the series follows on

Email:

exfilia at livejournal dot com

Disclaimer:

if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun

Warning:

mentions nonconsensual sex

Note:

Hoynes lovers should probably be hitting delete right about now.

Danny leaned around C.J.'s doorframe and found her in conference with a suitable reporter.

"Yo, Mitch!" he said.

"Hi, Danny. What's up?"

"Nothing. C.J., did you talk to... those people, about... the list? 'Cause the First Lady wants to... you know."

C.J. looked at him blankly.

"What list?" said Mitch.

"I have no idea what he's talking about," C.J. said.

Mitch frowned. "A list of... a short list? C.J., is the president about to make an appointment?"

"There aren't any vacancies right now that haven't been there for months, Mitch."

"Something new? A special counsel?"

"I would know this how?"

"Let me out of here, Danny. I gotta go check a rumor."

Danny stepped aside, smiling as Mitch vanished toward the maze of carrels in the press room.

"Don't get in over your head," he called.

"Danny, what was that all about?"

"I love you," he said, and blew her a kiss.

She cracked the door, but left the chain in place.

"Hi, Charlie."

"Hey. Leo said you were sick."

"I don't feel too good. Who's your friend?"

"This is Dorothy Alastair. She works for the Treasury Department."

"The Secret Service?" said Tracy, her eyes wide.

"That's right," said Dorothy. "Could we come in for a minute?"

"We brought you some soup," Charlie added.

The door closed long enough for the chain to slide free, and then opened again to reveal Tracy's slight form swaddled in ragged sweatclothes. Charlie led her into the kitchen while Dorothy made a quick sweep of the apartment.

"What's going on?" Tracy whispered.

"Nothing," said Charlie. "We just wanted to make sure what happened to Amy doesn't happen to you."

"Have you seen a doctor?" asked Dorothy.

"It's nothing."

"You're moving kind of slow, there," said Charlie.

"Yeah, I fell. I've got some bruises."

"Can I see?" asked Dorothy.

"Excuse me?"

"She just wants to know how bad you're hurt," said Charlie. "We want to be sure it's okay to leave you alone."

"I'm all right."

"We need to be sure," said Dorothy.

"Humor her," Charlie said. "You want me to wait outside?"

"Let's go in here," she said, and led Dorothy into the bedroom. The agent was back in seconds.

"We're going to GMC," she told Charlie.

"But there's nothing wrong with me!" Tracy wailed.

"She's been beaten," Dorothy said. "Come on, let's get her in the car.