Political Crossfire ~ by Alex Tryst Copyright August 2004
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~ Political Crossfire ~ by Alex Tryst Copyright August 2004 Disclaimer: The organizations in this book are real. Nothing was meant by including any of them other than that they fit into the plot. No infringement on any of these groups was intended. (In other words, don't sue if I said something negative about an organization.) More details regarding these groups can be found at the end of the book. Also, even though all the people in this book are fictional, I know it won't be too difficult to know who inspired some of them, so infringement wasn't intended there either. (Hey, I'm just trying to keep myself off the FBI's Most Wanted List here.) Dedication: To my angels, my nephews. Through the good and bad days, the joys and sorrows, the unconditional love and adoration you both exude makes the meaning of life apparently clear. Dara stood with her hands on her hips watching the cold air escape her mouth as she and her friends waited for the other team to break from their huddle. It was a cold late February Sunday morning but the first she had taken off in weeks, so she was determined to enjoy it regardless of the bitter cold that swept across The Mall of the great city of Washington, D.C. She and her other friends had been planning this football game since the Super Bowl and were resolved to keep it regardless of the weather. As the other team broke from their huddle, Dara and her teammates started to line up against the opposing squad. The brunette looked at her old pal across the line of scrimmage and shot her a cocky grin. "You're going down, Southerland," she teased. "Yeah, right. Bring it on, Rosenthal," Lesley, her friend of many years, replied. Pushing up the sleeves on her sweatshirt, Dara prepared for the snap. Both she and Lesley took off sprinting down the grass waiting for the imminent pass. Both women tried to catch it with Lesley being the winner. Laughing at Dara, she took off in a sprint toward the makeshift goal. However, the brunette would not be outdone. Pushing herself as fast as she could, she leapt for her friend, knocking her to the ground with such force that the ball escaped and flew over to a nearby bench. Dara noticed its flight pattern immediately and screamed at the innocent bystander blonde sitting alone reading, "Heads up!" The football landed with a thunk against the bench, knocking over the woman's coffee. Running over Dara tried to apologize. "I'm terribly sorry. Are you all right?" she questioned as the blonde tried to wipe her beverage from her papers. "You could be a little more careful," the stranger growled, raising her head. Dara met the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "I'm really sorry. I hope that wasn't too important." "Actually it was," she complained. "You just ruined my whole brief." "Again, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. I'll buy you another cup of coffee," the brunette suggested. "No thanks," the blonde grumbled, rolling her eyes. Suddenly Dara realized she recognized the other woman. "Hey, wait a minute. I know you," she said. The blonde looked at Dara's shirt and then mumbled, "I don't think so." Looking down at her own clothes, the brunette realized the snide remark was in reference to her Rainbow Flag sweatshirt with the Human Rights Campaign logo on it. "It's no line. You're not even my type. I know you from somewhere. It'll come to me." Just then she asked, "Yale Law School?" The blue eyes met hers again. Skeptically she answered, "Yeah. I went to Yale." "So did I. I knew I recognized you. You were two years ahead of me. I'm Dara Rosenthal," she introduced, extending her hand. The blonde shook her hand. "Junior counsel for the Human Rights Campaign and volunteer for the American Jewish Committee and NAACP. I know who you are," she declared. Flashing a smile, the brunette stated, "Wow, you know so much about me and I so little about you. What's your name?" "Elisabeth Gunter," she stated. "You're Elisabeth Gunter?" the younger woman questioned. "Of course. I know your reputation as well. You're DOJ, civil rights division. The HRC keeps close tabs on you all over there." "Yes, I know. I can hardy get any work done with your special interest groups knocking down my door," she quipped. "Special interest groups? You call gays, Jews, and African-Americans special interest groups? What are you? Some kind of damn Republican?" she snipped. "Yes, as a matter of fact," the blonde answered. Dara shook her head. "Well, I guess you and your President are having a grand old time then with the way things are going. I suppose you hate gays as much as he does," she challenged. "Certainly not. I just have a problem with people who feel the need to wear their sexuality on their clothes," Elisabeth quipped, standing and gathering her belongings. "Hey, loud and proud is the only way to be, Elisabeth. It's people like me who facilitate change." The older woman laughed lightly under her breath. Looking over toward the grass, she mentioned, "Your friends are waiting on you. I guess you better get back to them. Tell Agent Southerland I said hello, would you?" "You know Lesley?" Dara asked in surprise. "You could say that. Well, I'm going back to the office now. Have to do something terrible for you to refute tomorrow morning in the press," she jeered, although her small smile gave away her joke. "And don't think for a minute I won't," Dara replied, returning the grin even though she had no idea how their conversation had gone from hostile to friendly in a matter of moments. "It's nice meeting you, Dara. I'm glad to put a face to the reputation at last. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other during this election season." "You better believe it." As the blonde moved to walk away, Dara went back to her friends with the ball. Looking over at Lesley, she stated, "Elisabeth Gunter says hello." The FBI agent groaned. "Was that her? It's been a long time. She hardly looks like the same girl I knew back in college." "You went to college together?" "Yeah but that was almost a decade ago. I'm surprised she even remembers me. We used to get into big debates. She was the head of the Republican club, and I was the head of the Democratic club." "Well, she's certainly a spitfire." Lesley nodded. "But what a body," she mumbled. "She was so hot back then. I had the biggest crush on her, and she knew it." "She is attractive," Dara conceded. "However, she's got a thing against dykes." "I'm not so sure about that," Lesley mentioned. "What do you mean?" "It's nothing. There were just rumors at school. Enough about her, though. Let's get back to this game." Dismissing the strange encounter, the attorney turned her attention back to the football game. After a few more hours, they all decided to call it a day and head off to one of their favorite bars for a few drinks. Sitting on her barstool nursing a beer, Dara turned to Lesley and said, "Tell me more about Elisabeth. What were these rumors?" The redhead laughed. "Why do you even care? Are you interested? You didn't exactly make a stellar first impression." "Come on. I'm just curious. She's got gorgeous eyes. Just indulge me, will you?" "Fine. We went to school together at Washington and Lee. During that time there were rumors that Elisabeth wasn't just into guys. In fact, there was this persistent rumor that she had a girlfriend who went to Hollins College. Of course no one could ever really prove that, but it just didn't seem to go away regardless of how badly she spoke about liberals. It's amusing to think about now. There were times when I used to fantasize about that woman. She was the epitome of a goddess to me back then." "She still could be to a lot of women. What she lacked in grace, she certainly made up for in those eyes. But you know what, my friend? Someone else you know went to Hollins," Dara said. "Who?" "Me, you big dork. I probably know the woman. What was her name?" "Oh, I don't know, Dara. I never heard a name. It was something about her being a soccer player. They were friends in high school or something. Apparently Elisabeth used to go to all her games." "That's too weird. I played soccer while I was there, too. Let's see. She's two years older then me, right?" "Yeah," the redhead confirmed. "But the story goes that something happened between them, and she didn't go to those games senior year." "All right. Then I would have been a freshman at the time. God, that's so far back. I wonder who it is. Are you sure there's nothing else you know?" Lesley shook her head. "I swear, but if I remember I'll tell you. Okay?" "Deal. All right. So, you knew each other in undergrad and then both went to Yale." "Right. After undergrad I took a couple of years off before attending Yale where we met.