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Book Two: Code 208

W.W. – Sunday morning

"Donna!"

"What is it Josh?" Her voice was disgustingly cheerful. She sounded awake. He forced one eye open, and sure enough, she was awake.

"Donna, why did you let me sleep?" He tried to sit up, and decided it was a process best completed in stages.

"You looked so peaceful, and I thought you'd like to rest."

"We're going to be back in Lorton soon, right? I have to be awake to drive us home." Josh levered himself up and looked around the small compartment of the train that was taking them and his car back to DC from Florida.

"I smell coffee," he added, still somewhat frazzled and more than a little confused.

"I had a little time and I got some. You can share mine." She made a long arm and handed him a cup from where she was sitting, writing in her notebook. "It's still pretty hot, so be careful."

"You cleaned up, and you got coffee," he mused, taking a sip. He frowned and took another sip, swishing it around in his mouth. "And you found the time to knit each one of my teeth its own little sweater. How thoughtful." He gulped the coffee down with a look of mixed disgust and relief.

She chuckled, a delightful sound deep in her throat.

"Yes, Josh, I had to show my maternal domestic knitting side. It was either teeth sweaters or baby booties and I figured you'd be happier with sweater tooth morning breath than with the alternative."

He rubbed a hand across his face, pouting as she took back her cup of coffee.

"Speaking of that, shouldn't we, um, you know, have a talk about, you know, the thing?"

"760 verbal," she sighed softly. "Josh, I missed my pill. Several times. And we made sure to, um, make several efforts to test our mutual fertility."

"Seven times," he said with a yawn.

"Eight times," she reminded him, with a blush and a grin.

"Oh, yeah. Walk-in shower." He nodded and rubbed his eyes, starting to look a little more human.

"So, you saying what's done is done," he noted with a dimpled grin. "But actually, I didn't mean that, not that I don't find all this fertility talk bracing before the caffeine has even hit. I meant about the wedding, which is something women usually want before they are married, or so I hear."

"You want to talk to me? About our wedding?" She stared in disbelief.

"Well, yeah. It's going to take some sort of planning, right? I don't think I can expect to just delegate that all to you. We're partners now, not boss and assistant."

"Josh," she said with a large grin and a husky voice, "there is just no way in which I don't want you right now."

"I get that a lot."

W.W. –Sunday evening

Margaret leaned her head into Leo McGarry's office and waited till he looked up. After a moment, eyes still glued to the briefing memo in his hands, he growled at her.

"Did you want something, or are you just going to loiter there, Margaret?"

She ignored his gruff tone. He had more levels of tone, from bored to gruff to overtly hostile, than any man she had ever known. This? This was nothing.

"I have all the information you and Josh requested for Monday, in your box. I was going to see if you wanted anything to eat before they close down the mess?" That was her less than subtle way of reminding him to eat, and that it was getting late.

"No thank you, and I will ignore your less than subtle way of reminding me to eat, since it's getting late." He started packing his briefcase, obviously winding things up for the day.

"Okay, that was just creepy," she muttered to herself. She indicated the stacks of paperwork neatly arranged on his desk. "Should I have any of this sent over to the hotel, Leo?"

"I'm sorry to have kept you all Sunday, so no thank you, Margaret. I'm going to be over at the house this week. We'll just pick up again tomorrow." He started looking for his overcoat. It was, as always, hanging on the back of his door, but he could never just go grab it, he had to fret about for a minute or so looking for it. Once he had accidentally just taken his coat and gone home, and he'd been awake for hours wondering what he'd forgotten. He was getting too old to waste time not looking for an overcoat that wasn't lost. He shook his head. That had almost made sense to him.

Margaret meanwhile was trying to control her reaction. She started to speak several times, but she had no idea what to say. She thought once the divorce was final, he'd taken the last of his things from the Chevy Chase house. He hadn't said anything to her about seeing Mrs. McGarry again.

It was a quirk of their relationship, Margaret and Leo's, that she had no trouble at all calling him Leo, yet she could never call his wife anything but Mrs. McGarry. She gathered her thoughts and realized she'd been standing openmouthed in front of him for quite a while.

"Well. Okay. Then."

"I'll need to meet Josh before he goes in to see the President, tomorrow. Why don't you close the office and head home? The rest of this can wait." Leo spotted his overcoat and draped it over his arm, ready to head to his car and driver.

She admired the dashing figure he cut. His coat probably cost more than her Corolla. Okay, that was an exaggeration. His coat and suit, maybe- her man could dress.

"I'm shutting down the phones. I leave when you leave, right boss?"

He gave her a wry grin. "Good girl. I'll walk you down."

W.W.

"So, Donna," Josh said, taking his hands off the wheel and twisting around to look at her, "you want me to park and come up? Or should I come back tonight and get you?"

"Come back and…?" She looked at him in puzzlement. "Oh. You mean about tonight."

He frowned at her. "Well, yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Well, I have a lot of things I need to take care of today. I haven't even called my parents back yet. I thought I'd see you at the office tomorrow."

He tried not to pout. He had been drawing up the list of things he'd need to do, from breaking his lease to explaining to the President of the United States why he was leaving a 16-year political career to move to Florida. Still, there was the sleeping thing.

"Still," he said, "there's the sleeping thing."

She tipped her head. "The sleeping thing."

"Did I say that out loud?" His voice went up two octaves to almost cracking, the way it did. "It's just, well, I've grown accustomed to a certain amount of physical, you know, closeness when I'm sleeping. How will I be able to do that if I'm home and you're all the way over here?"

It was almost cute. Almost. "Josh. I am tired, I have to unpack and do eleven hundred things, from breaking my lease to explaining to my friends at work why I am leaving a 6-year White House career to move to Florida."

"Okay," he told her with an odd look, "that was just creepy. Anyway, I was thinking tonight after we got some of your stuff back to the condo we could maybe…" He was thinking of the train, of waking up holding her, of watching her face as she stared into the diamond on her engagement ring like it was a crystal ball and could tell her their future.

"Josh!" She sounded pretty pissed. "I'm tired, I'm travel weary and frankly a little sore from certain unaccustomed exercises, and I'm just about out of clean panties, so go home, get yourself some sleep and see you at the office."

She opened the door, grabbed her bag and slammed the door shut. He sat, mouth literally hanging open, as she headed up the steps towards her door. He rolled the window down, and leaned over to call to her.

"Donna! Hey, Donna!"

She stopped at the top step and did not even look back at him. She squared her shoulders and yelled over her shoulder.

"Go home Josh! See you in the morning."

"But I just thought…" he muttered to her back as she went inside, dragging her bag behind her. "I love you," he said, still not sure what he had said wrong.

He pulled away and drove home in silence.