Title: Broken Dreams
Author: Cindy Brewer
email: cindyryan7@h...
Disclaimer: I don't own them and am making no profit
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When a heart breaking tradgey occurs rocking the Bartlet whitehouse 
to it's very core JAG is brought in on the investigation.
Author's notes: I really was going to wait until I finished this to post it 
but it's nearly half way finished so I thought I'd go ahead.:) This is set 
after 20 hours in L.A., JAG timeline before Boomerrang.
Also, no matter how it looks I never kill anyone off.:)
Things in // are people's thoughts.


Sam Seaborn entered the West Wing and was surprised that he hadn't run into 
anyone yet. The communications bullpen was practically deserted. Sam paused 
in the doorway of the bullpen disturbed by the quietness of the normally 
bustling room.
The two aides who occupied the room glanced at the deputy communications 
director awkwardly before excusing themselves from the room.

Sam barely acknowledged the young people's exit as he glanced at the bank of 
dark television screens on the back wall. The quiet was almost deafening a 
stark reminder of the tragedy that had occurred less than twenty-four hours 
ago.

The dark haired man rested his left shoulder against the doorframe as he 
rubbed his eyes wearily with his right hand. He knew he had to pull himself 
together.....there was a lot to get done. Besides that the Bartlet family 
would need everyone to help them through this tragic time. However all he 
could see was the limo going up in a ball of fire.

A gentle hand on his right shoulder jerked Sam from his thoughts. Turning he 
was surprised to see the woman he had left behind barely two hours previous.

"Sam?"Sarah MacKenzie asked quietly. "You okay?"

Seaborn nodded wearily. "What are you doing here?"

"JAG was invited in on the investigation."Mac replied softly. "Harm and I 
are collecting everyone's statements."

"Do you have any leads?"Sam asked as he moved away from the doorway to sit 
on the corner of Donna's desk.

Sarah nodded. "We know it was a domestic terrorist attack."

Sam blinked. "That's it?"He asked incredulously.

"It's early, Sam."Mac replied reassuringly as she took a step toward him. 
"The FBI's still questioning witnesses from the fundraiser.....the CIA is 
looking over the limo."

Seaborn nodded as he stood. "Have you seen the President?"

Sarah shook her head. "No. I don't think anyone's seen him except the chief 
of staff."

"Any news on Charlie?"Seaborn asked quietly.

Mac's expression brightened a little grateful that she had some good news. 
"He's awake, the doctors think he's going to make a full recovery."

"Thank God."Sam replied as he leaned against the doorway."What do you need 
from me?"

Mac took out a small pad of paper from her jacket pocket. "I know you told 
me what happened last night, but I need you to start from the beginning. 
Don't leave anything out no matter how unimportant it seems."

*********
Three days later

JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
9:00 a.m.

Lieutenant Bud Roberts stood next to Colonel Mackenzie in the Admiral's 
office. Harm stood a few feet from Sarah staring out the window.
Everyone from JAG to CIA to State was frustrated. It had been nearly four 
days since the President's daughter was killed and they had no leads.
The three friends instantly snapped to attention as Chedwiggen returned to 
his office closing the door behind him.

"At ease."A.J. replied wearily as he sat down behind his desk.

"Anything new from Webb?"Harm asked quietly as he stepped closer to the 
desk.

Chedwiggen shook his head. "Not a damn thing. The CIA's as dried up on leads 
as we are."

"There has to be something we're not seeing, Sir."Sarah replied. "Whoever 
planned this put a lot of time and thought into it. They picked a very 
public place knowing the risks of someone seeing something."

Chedwiggen nodded. "And yet we still have nothing except what the bomb was 
made out of."He glanced up at his three best officers. "Harm, Mac, I want 
you to go to the daughter's memorial service. It's scheduled for three 
o'clock."

"You think whoever did this will show up to see the results of his 
handiwork?"Bud asked.

"It's a long shot but right now it's the only one we have."A.J. replied as 
he glanced at Mac. "Colonel I understand that you're friends with the Deputy 
Communications director?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Work with him."Chedwiggen replied. "Maybe from inside the White House we 
can find a way out of this mess."

"Yes, Sir."Mac replied knowing Sam would want to help catch Zoey's killer 
any way he could.

"And Bud."Chedwiggen added. "Get me background information on the secret 
service agents assigned to the President's family."

Robert's nodded. "Yes, Sir."

Harm perked up at that statement. "You think this was an inside job?"

"I don't want to think it, Commander."A.J. replied sadly. "But it's the only 
thing that makes sense. We haven't gotten any leads because somebody might 
be throwing up road blocks."

********

end of part 5 TBC

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