"Donnaaaaaaaaaaa!" Josh's voice travels through all the corners of the White House even when his assistant it's just a couple of steps away. "Someone has robbed me."
"What?!"
When Donna enters her boss's office, everything is in place and except for said crazy boss standing in the middle of the room, looking at his desk as if it were going to sprout a grown elephant at any second, all seems to be just in order.
"Josh?"
"Someone has entered my office and stolen all my papers," and points his finger to the desk as if that would make everything suddenly crystal clear.
"Who on Earth would want to do something like that?"
From the door she crosses her arms over her breasts waiting for it to sink because, frankly, there's not much more that she can do about it.
"Some weird nasty republican," she arches her eyebrows and he contemplates his own words for about two seconds, "maybe?"
"Josh, Josh, Josh," a knowing smile playing on her lips.
And then it sinks.
"Did you do this?" and turns around to look at her straight in the eye.
"Josh, Joshua Josh"
"What did you do to my desk?" his voice reaches the high pitch that Donna files under 'panic Josh' and has to bite her lip to not laught out loud.
"I put some order in it."
Josh seems to contemplate that information, then her, then his desk again.
"Did you know it was made of wood?"
"I pretty much suspected it."
A small silence falls between them and then he takes a couple of steps till he's in her personal space staring at her with his hands in the front pockets of his trousers and a suspicious look in his eyes.
"What did you do with the papers that were ON the desk? You didn't burn them, did you?"
"I do not burn papers"
"You totally do"
She so does not burn papers, except... shit. "It was one time," assures defensively "A one time accident."
Josh smiles, all dimples, and puts on his smug face that shouldn't be that much attractive at all.
"You put documents on a litter and started a fire. It doesn't exactly constitute an accident."
And maybe, just maybe, he has a point but it's not like she is going to agree.
"It was my first year here, the document destroyer was broken and when the NSA tells me a document has to be destroyed, I do it." She is nothing if a compelled assistant. "It was a wise decision."
"Activating all the fire alarms of the West Wing was a wise decision?"
She had truly completely forgotten about that part. "I had totally forgotten about that part."
"I'm sure you had."
Donna straightens herself and tries to escape her boss before the smirk on his face becomes too much to bear and the bad puns start flowing. Half an hour later he has managed to get two in serious conversations and shouted a third one for the world (in this case the bullpen) to hear. It's clearly going to be other of those long, long, mocking-at-her-expense day.