Warnings: violence, blood, angst, trauma (alluding to sexual assault), character death
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June 2026
"Y/n!" Penelope shouted at me from across the Oval. "Commander in chief! America's Sweetheart! Leader of the free world-"
"Please stop," I said, laughing, holding a hand up. "What's up, Pen?"
"Well, it's 5:45 and you did not eat lunch, so this is me coming in to remind you that it's time to go home. Go eat. Go be with Emily."
I sighed, wishing I could go be with Emily. Looking back at the report in front of me, I said, "I'm nearly done redlining this, Pen. I'll finish up soon." She looked at me with narrowed eyes. "I mean it! I'll head up within the next ten minutes."
"You better! You've been working too hard. Now, is there anything you need? I could stay..."
"No, no!" I dismissed. "Please go home. I don't need you tonight."
"You don't need me!" she wailed dramatically, a hand on her forehead.
I chuckled, "Goodnight, Penelope," I hinted for her to get out.
"See you tomorrow, y/n." And she scurried out, the door closing behind her with a soft click. I laughed to myself, so grateful for Penelope Garcia. She always brightened my days.
I finished my document and looked up at the clock. 6:20. Well, at least Garcia wasn't here to yell at me. I packed up my computer, turned the lights out, and headed upstairs. As usual, Green greeted me at the door, but he quickly said into his earpiece, "I got her right now. We're en route."
"En route where?" I asked, concerned. He didn't answer; he grabbed me and dashed down the hall. I knew better than to fight back when an agent picked me up and rushed off somewhere. Aaron had chewed me out bad for doing that when Emily was shot. "Green, please, what's going on?" It was incredibly disconcerting to be manhandled with no explanation. "Am I in danger?"
"Yes," he answered simply. My heart started racing as he ran with me down the stairs. I had no idea where we were going, but I found it odd that he turned towards the garage.
"Are we leaving?"
"Yes." Green quickly stopped and turned around, running in the opposite direction.
"Is he close?" I whispered in his ear, my fear ratcheting up.
"Yes. Now be quiet." I shut my mouth. This felt highly irregular, but I suppose someone coming after me in the White House was highly irregular. I hoped Emily was on top of this. She'd catch him in no time at all. Green moved towards the tunnels. I started to feel uneasy.
"Where are the other agents?" I asked hesitantly. Usually, they formed a circle around me - they didn't just carry me by themselves.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" he snapped. I didn't know what to think; it felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Was this really happening?
"Where's Emily?" I asked. His grip on me tightened and he didn't respond. He flew down the steps to go towards the bunker. With each story descended into the earth beneath the North Lawn, my dread deepened. He sealed us in the bunker and threw me down on one of the chairs. I scooted back as much as I could.
"You're just a real bitch, aren't you?" he asked.
"Wh-what?" I stammered.
"Why'd you have to go and bring Prentiss into this?"
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Secrets of the West Wing
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