Title: Jumping Like Bunnies

Characters: CJ Cregg, Danny Concannon

Rating: R/Mature

Notes: This didn't happen in the real run of the series...so AU Season 3?

Disclaimer: All credit goes to Sorkin, Wells, & NBC/Warner Bros.

"Oh my god! I jumped you! I really jumped you!"

"You really did!"

They –CJ and Danny –are in the men's locker room of the White House gym. Until about twenty minutes ago, she'd had no idea that the press was granted access to the work out facility, but it was kind of hard to care about that now, considering.

Well. Considering.

She's not wearing any shoes, his hair's a mess, and it's very, very inappropriate and unprofessional and oh-my-god-bad because that's so far from the worst of it that it's not even funny. Despite her best efforts, burying her head in her hands and trying to breathe, her brain runs through the rest of the inventory, purely, she thinks, for the purpose of rubbing it in.

He lost two buttons, it's possible his belt might be broken, is his jacket on the lighting fixture? Really? At least his zipper's probably still in working order, but it's hard to say, cause he hasn't made any move to do up his pants. Nope, he's too busy just standing there and staring at her, eyes whirling as he does an inventory of her own exposed skin.

Exposed skin –oh, god, oh god! Just kill her now. She yanked her skirt back in to place, certain she'd never see her underwear again anyway, so, that was fantastic. Her blouse was mauled almost as badly as his shirt, which made her feel a little bit better, but not really, cause she doesn't know how one of her stockings took it upon itself to go hang out with his jacket while the other one managed to stay on her leg and-

Someone, somewhere, was laughing at her.

"I need to go."

"Like that?!"

"Well, I can't stay here! There're going to be people wandering in. Male people that I work with." She yanks off the other stocking. There was another pair in the office, it'd be easy to pretend that these had gotten a run. But where would she put? –oh, forget it. "Here." The lone stocking got shoved at Danny, who turned an adorable shade of pink that made her want to-

"Oh my god!"

"What?" He's alarmed, now. Looking around to check and see if there was someone in the room watching as they –

"I almost did it again."

"Did-?"

"Jumped you, I almost jumped you again and -" she stops to breathe. "This is so bad."

"Hey, you didn't give me any time, or any warning, and I thought –I mean, for the majority of it you were-"

"Not that!" She's blushing now. Granted, she was blushing before, but now she's really, really red enough to be seen from space. "That was fine. That was good. It was actually very-"

You know. Not many people used the gym around this time of day. Maybe they could…

"Stop it! Stop making me want to, with all of this and-" she gestured hopelessly to him, to the scattered clothing and empty room. "I have to go."

"You really should. We'll deal with this later. After."

"Yes. After." She yanks on her jacket and, thank everything in the universe, when she buttons it, you can't really tell that her blouse is hanging on by the skin of it's remaining threads.

"I can't believe you jumped me." When he says it this time, he doesn't sound stunned, or scared, or anything other than smug. And he is. It'd be infuriating if it didn't look so good on him.

"AGH! No! I'm leaving!"

She flew out of the locker room before Danny had a chance to do anything else that might get her going, like, say, breathe. Now all she had to do was get through the rest of the day without. Yeah. She wondered, then, how many questions she'd get if she opted to handcuff herself to the podium at her next briefing.