Donna arrived at her new desk in the OEOB early, hoping to finish unpacking. Margaret was waiting for her, hovering nervously.

"I need your help, I've done something."

"Yeah," Donna commented, only half listening. Margaret was always obsessing about something or other. Only last week she'd become convinced that the visiting Saudi delegation had bugged CJ's office.

"I killed her," that got Donna's attention.

"Killed who, Margaret?" Donna had always suspected that the stress of working in the White House would get too much and someone would snap and go on a killing spree, but honestly, she'd always thought that it would be Toby.

"The fish. CJ's fish, Gail. I killed her. CJ went to the EU summit and all she asked me to do was take care of the fish. I came in this morning and she was floating in her bowl. Dead."

Donna grinned widely and unsuccessfully tried to smother a giggle.

"This isn't funny, Donna. I killed the chief of staff's pet fish, that's probably a federal crime, I could go to jail."

"No," Donna managed around her giggles, "they'll probably just execute you on the spot."

"This isn't funny, I kill everything. My mother sent me a cactus; she told me it was impossible to kill. It wasn't. Donna, stop laughing."

"I'm sorry. Okay, what did you do with the fish?"

"I left it where it was, in case CJ wanted to give it a state funeral or anything."

Donna bit down sharply on her bottom lip; she had to stop laughing before she cracked a rib. "Don't worry; I know exactly what to do."

---

Donna and Margaret looked into the aquarium trying to decide which fish looked the most like Gail.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, if CJ notices-?"

"I doubt she will, she didn't notice the last time we replaced the fish."

"You mean that wasn't Gail I killed?" Margaret asked, with not a little relief.

"Carol overfed the first fish and spent her lunch hour scouring pet shops for a replacement, then Toby knocked the fishbowl off of CJ's desk and made Ginger try to crazy glue it back together. What you actually killed was Gail the third."

"You guys have been replacing CJ's fish all these years?" Margaret asked. Suddenly the ability to forge the Presidents signature didn't seem so bad. "What about that one?" she asked, pointing to a fish.

"Too pale," Donna dismissed, "hey, how about that one?" she pointed to a perfect Gail clone.

"Perfect, I'll get someone to get her out for us."

---

"Hey, your cactus really is dead," Donna commented from Margaret's bed.

Margaret looked up from where she was lying in her underwear trying to finish unfastening Donna's pants. "Is this what you want to talk about, here I am trying to how my appreciation for helping me out with the goldfish debacle, and you want to talk about my cactus?"

"Not really, I just didn't think anyone could really kill a cactus."

"I can, was that all?"

"Oh, yes, carry on," Donna dropped her back onto the pillow and raised her hips to allow Margaret to shuck off her pants.

Margaret lowered her head and pressed a kiss to Donna's hip just above her panty line, her hands ran up the outsides of Donna's thighs, then stopped.

"CJ hasn't noticed that we changed the fish."

Donna braced herself on her elbows and looked down at Margaret, "that's good, right?"

"You don't think it's a little frightening that the most powerful woman in the free world hasn't noticed that she's had four incarnations of the same fish?"

"Well," Donna sighed, "that certainly killed the mood."