Title: Broken Dreams 

Author: Cindy Brewer 

email: cindyryan7@yahoo.com 

Disclaimer: I don't own them 

Summary: After Zoey is 'killed' in a car bomb JAG is invited in on the investigation 

Author's Notes: Many thanks to Vicki for her wonderful job at betaing and to Amanda for her help with the Washington and Baltimore details.

Harm nearly stopped dead in his tracks when he and Webb reached the section of the warehouse where Koening said the hostages were. Heavy smoke was billowing through the hallway and Harm could feel the heat of the fire even though he couldn't immediately see any flames.

"Webb," Harm said between coughs. "Take Koening and get out. Backup's already on the way but this fire won't wait for them."

The operative shook his head. "Not a chance, Rabb. Think I want to risk the Admiral's wrath for letting two of his prize officers get killed? Koening's fine where he is for the moment. Let's get them and get out of here."

Harm nodded and the duo quickly moved down the hallway. Halfway down the corridor they spied a room nearly engulfed in flames.

"Mac!" Harm shouted as he raced toward the door praying that they weren't too late.

Webb made a grab for the door handle but instantly yanked his hand back from the hot metal.

"Mac?!" Rabb called again struggling to keep a reign on his fear. They'd been in tougher situations than this. She had to be okay.

"Door handle's too hot," Webb reported trying not to choke on the smoke that surrounded them.

Harm nodded. "On three we'll break it down. One.....two.....three!"

The door protested at first but finally splintered and fell inward allowing Webb and Harm entrance. The smoke was so thick in the room now that Harm could barely see his hand in front of his face.

"Mac?" Rabb called out as he and Webb moved farther into the room.

"Here!" Mac replied with relief as she, Sam and Zoey stood. "Harm, we're by the back wall."

"Everybody okay?" Rabb asked as he reached his partner's side. He winced inwardly seeing the nasty gash across Mac's forehead.

"Despite the fact that we've been kidnapped, shot at, and trapped in a burning room, we're fine."Sam replied sarcastically as he placed an arm around Zoey's shoulders helping her to her feet. "Can we possibly get out of here, now?"

Just then a burning piece of the left wall gave way and fell inward with a loud crash nearly taking Webb with it. Sparks and small pieces of wood flew everywhere.

"Webb, you okay?" Mac shouted as she moved to stand next to Harm.

"Yeah," Clayton replied as he moved toward the door. "Let's move before anything else falls."

Mac fell back slightly so Zoey and Sam would be between her and Harm as they left the burning room. The group moved quickly through the burning warehouse. Once in the main room of the warehouse Harm opened the small broom closet and unhandcuffed Koening from the door handle. Harm shoved the former Secret Service agent ahead of him as they walked quickly out of the building.

Once outside men and women of the Baltimore police department and the FBI instantly surrounded them. Zoey, Sam and Mac were immediately put into a waiting ambulance and whisked away to a nearby hospital. Harm and Webb stayed at the scene just long enough to hand Koening and his men over to the FBI.

For a moment Rabb stood next to the circle of police cars watching the fire department douse the flames. "Zoey Bartlet owes her life to you, Webb," Harm said quietly as the CIA agent came to stand next to him.

Webb shook his head. "I just happened to have the right informant. The kid was just lucky that Koening was egotistical enough to stage her death instead of just killing her on the spot." He turned to face Rabb. "You heading back to D.C.?"

Harm shook his head. "Not right away. I want to head over to the hospital and make sure they're okay."

Webb nodded as he turned and started to walk in the direction where they had parked the car. "I'll fill Chedwiggen in when I get back."

"Thanks," Harm replied as he walked toward one of the FBI agents. He paused and turned back to Webb's retreating form. "Sure you don't want to come work for JAG?"

Webb stopped and turned back to face Rabb. "No thanks, the CIA's a lot safer."

Harm laughed as he got into the car.


Jed glanced up from his desk as his wife stepped into the Oval office. He was worried about her. She had been strong for everyone throughout this whole ordeal but she had yet to really talk about it with him. "Hi," Bartlet greeted softly as he stood and walked around his desk.

"Hi," Abby replied quietly as she crossed the space between them. "I thought you were going to come back to the Residence for dinner."

Jed pulled his wife into his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I'm sorry, time just got away from me."

"God, Jed," Abby whispered as she rested her head on his chest. "What are we going to do without our little girl?"

Bartlet tightened his hold. "We will pull through this, Abby. I promise you, somehow we will."

Jed looked up as his chief of staff knocked apologetically on the door.

"Sorry to interrupt but I have some news." Leo stated softly.

Bartlet shook his head. "Whatever it is it can wait until tomorrow Leo."

"You'll want to hear this, Mr. President. It's about Zoey." McGarry replied quietly.


"Hey," Sarah called softly as she turned slightly in the front seat of the car. "You okay back there?"

Sam nodded wearily as he glanced down at Zoey's sleeping form. "Yeah. How's your head?"

"A little sore, but I'll be okay," Mac replied quietly. "I'm sorry, Sam, this got a little hairier than I expected."

Sam smiled briefly. "Not your fault. I knew what I was getting into. Besides I was willing to do whatever it took to get Zoey back home."

"Speaking of which," Harm replied quietly as he made a right turn. "You might want to wake Zoey. We're almost to the White House."


"Hey Charlie," Jed Bartlet called as he and the First Lady stepped into the living room of the Residence. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Does coffee count?" Charlie replied as he crossed the span of the room.

"No," Jed replied as he placed a supportive arm around the young man's shoulder's steering him toward the dining room. "Did my daughter let you get away with that kind of thinking?"

Charlie smiled sadly. "No, Sir, she didn't."

"Daddy?" a familiar voice called from the doorway causing the trio to whirl around.

"Zoey?" Jed replied weakly not believing what he was seeing. Even though Leo had told them she was alive it hadn't really sunk in yet. His daughter stood in the doorway of the living room flanked on one side by a disheveled looking Sam Seaborn and on the other by a young brown haired woman in a Marine uniform. Behind them stood a tall brown haired man in a Navy uniform. Bartlet vaguely recalled that the two military officers worked for JAG.

"Oh my God," Abby stated softly tears streaming down her face as she ran across the room. "Zoey! Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm okay, Mom."Zoey replied tearfully as Abby enveloped her in a huge hug.

Bartlet and Charlie joined them. Jed touched his daughter's shoulder pulling her away from her mother slightly. Jed wanted to say something, anything to convey to his daughter how happy he was that she was home. But his throat was so thick with tears that he couldn't speak.

Zoey nodded in understanding and jumped into her father's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I missed you, Daddy."

"I missed you too, baby," Bartlet replied hoarsely as he gently stroked her back.

Charlie stared at Zoey in complete shock. He quickly reached behind him and thankfully found an armrest of a nearby chair. He leaned on it heavily as he watched Zoey be reunited with her parents. "H-How?" Young asked quietly as Seaborn came to stand next to him.

"She was kidnapped," Sam replied his gaze never leaving the reunion before him.

"Because of me?" Charlie asked with concern.

Seaborn placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "No, this was a revenge plot against her father. I'll fill you in on the details later."

"Charlie?" Zoey called softly as she stepped away from her parents. He looked tired and pale but otherwise unhurt and for that she was grateful. Zoey could only hope that he could forgive her.

"Thank God," Charlie whispered as he pulled Zoey into an embrace that took her off her feet. He buried his face in the base of her neck.

"Charlie," Zoey replied. "I can't breathe."

"Sorry," Charlie apologized quickly releasing her but he didn't let her go. He gently reached up and caressed her left cheek. "I thought I had lost you."

Zoey shook her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close. "Never."




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