Her black nail polish was chipped at the edges of her nails as she drummed her fingers on the mahogany desk in her aunt's office. She was hired by her aunt to care for her infant cousin. Hogan Cregg strokes the baby's soft hair with her other hand as she lies against her, asleep. "You should sit down or something."

"Sit down? This is what I do, Hogan. This is what I do to…get my thoughts in order." CJ nods to her, "As annoying and silly as it may be, it works for me."

"Whatever you say." She raises an eyebrow, "I'm going to get coffee or wander around the neighborhood. Anything could be more productive than watching you walk back and forth."

"Couldn't you just wait…like fifteen minutes? I hired a new girl…well…new to the job, not new to you and I."

"Why would I give a shit, Aunt CJ?" Hogan stands, effortlessly carrying the baby still. She'd raised her since she was born, and really wouldn't have it any other way. She adjusts her tshirt.

Annie Bartlet knocks on the doorframe, her tanned arms covered in the dark ink of tattoos, a gray stretched surplus tank covered her ample bosom. "They pointed me over here."

"Annie!" CJ grins, taking the younger woman into a hug, "Looking like Abbey, I see."

"Down to the tattoos." She nods, then grins, "Of course, I jest." Annie walks in more, not seeing the other woman in the room yet, "I beg your apology for my appearance, I was out shopping and I completely forgot this meeting until the fucking alarm went off on my phone and I had only set it for fifteen minutes ahead of time."

"Oh, It's alright. I didn't expect you to do anything today, anyway." CJ shakes her head, motioning to the chair in front of her desk, "You remember my niece Hogan?"

"I…" Annie is taken aback at the sheer beauty of the other woman, "Hogan…of course I remember her."

"You'll probably see her around here often. She helps me out a great deal." CJ adjusts the papers in the folder she was holding.

"I look forward to it." Annie grins, "So, I'm pretty sure my background is still clear, and you're still my grandfather's favorite staffer so..."

"Go back to shopping. I just wanted to see you for a quick second. Let you know that you're going to be accompanying me to the Women In Media luncheon on Wednesday. So be ready for that...maybe cover some of the skin art up." CJ smiles.

"Cover it up? It shows self expression. It shows First Ammendment rights." Hogan quickly interjects, "Cover it up?"

"That isn't..." The older woman sighs, shaking her head, "The other women there are mostly...tarts and I don't want you to make a bad first impression over something silly like that."

"I completely understand and I was going to do that anyway, though I have to wonder just what you think I'm going to wear to this freakshow that would actually show them off." Annie smiles a little, nodding, "Don't worry, I know how to handle things and I know how to dress. Politico Weekly didn't label me among the best dressed several years in a row for nothing."

"That was for dresses, Annie, not for businesswear."

"Never know." She nods, walking over to Hogan, "I hope I'll be seeing you again." She glances to CJ once more, "Later days, boss." She swings her hips slightly, due to her heels, as she steps through the doorway.

"See you, Annie." CJ sighs, shaking her head, "That girl is something else...doesn't miss a beat."

"That was President Bartlet's granddaughter, right?" Hogan watches the doorframe, "She's calling you boss now?"

"I've hired her as an assistant. Apparently she's worked for several congresswomen, is an active member in Emily's List and Rock the Vote. She's very good at what she does."

"Or is it all in a name?"

CJ picks her head up, smiling quickly to her now sleeping daughter against Hogan's chest, "What?"

"Maybe she got that far because she's the granddaughter of a former President."

"Oh come on." She shakes her head, "How many former President's granddaughters do you know? Besides Annie."

Hogan shrugs, "I'm sure she'll be fine...and you'll see her every day?"

"As will you when you come, so I suggest you not make any enimies with her. She's a nice girl. Give her a chance, would you?"

The younger woman glances toward the doorway once more, "Fine." She smirks ever so slightly. There was something about that woman that intrigued her and she wasn't going to make her an enemy any time soon.