A/N: This deals with the first episode of the West Wing.

I still don't own anything

Cjb1990

Tony groaned loudly as the phone rang in the early morning. He had only arrived home from his night shift two hours ago and he was beat. He groped around until he found the bane of his existence.

" 'Ello?" he mumbled into the phone.

"I slept with a call girl," came over the line without hesitation.

That made Tony wake up properly. He sat right up in his bed, getting a better grip on the phone

"Come again?" he asked.

"I accidentally slept with a call girl," Sam spoke again in a soft voice.

"Are you at the office?" Tony asked.

"Yes," Sam responded.

"And you're telling me you accidentally slept with a call girl," Tony repeated Sam's words.

"Yes," Sam confirmed.

"You're not afraid that anyone will hear this conversation?" Tony was sceptical.

"My door is closed," Sam refuted.

"Doesn't make a lot of difference most of the times," Tony bantered right back at him.

"You're kinda missing the point here, Tony," Sam complained.

"No, I'm actually trying to figure out how you can accidentally sleep with someone," Tony responded, a confused frown appearing on his youthful face.

"I didn't accidentally sleep with the woman," Sam explained. "I didn't know she was a call girl."

"Ah," Tony understood. He was silent for a second. "Did she charge you?"

"Tony!" Sam exclaimed exasperated.

"Sorry!" Tony called out, actually raising one hand apologetic. "But did she?"

"NO!" Sam yelled.

'Okay," Tony shrugged. "Then I fail to see the problem."

"Image!" Sam explained. "Plus, CJ will eat me alive if she finds out."

"So tell her up right," Tony spoke slowly. "She'll be pissed if she gets ambushed, right? So prepare her and let it go."

"What if I want to see her again," Sam spoke up doubtfully.

"Sam, Tony sighed.

"No really," Sam pressed on. "I don't even mean sexually. She's a law student, who does the job to pay for it. She's smart, funny and beautiful. Why can't I have a friendship with her."

"Because you can't lose your integrity, Sam," Tony sighed again. "Its already iffy for guys like me, using the crack whores for information on the streets. But we pay them for the info, and of the beat we're discouraged to interact with them."

"It's wrong," Sam remained stubborn.

"Never said it was so," Tony replied. "But you have to take something into account here. You want integrity, right? That is the reason you choose to follow the President; because he was the real thing?"

"Yeah," Sam sounded wary.

"Then, you've got to consider this; you're a part of the man's public image. You cannot choose to only follow half of the man. You knew that the moment you followed your friend to New Hampshire. Hell, you broke of your engagement because of it!"

"But-"

"No," Tony was now stern. "I get it, Sam. Really I do. But this is not the fantasy land we wished we live in. This is America; where the constituents blame a man for making choices while they're own are much worse. That is the reality we live in. Talk to CJ."

There was silence for a minute. "Look if you want to strike up a friendship with this woman, I can't stop you. But don't hide it then. You want integrity in this administration? Then you have to give transparency."

Tony suppressed a yawn. "Now, you woke me up. I still can catch five hours of sleep before I have to report back to the precinct again. So, you'll go march your ass into CJ's office, and I'll knock another few hours of sleep. Call me at seven if you want to talk."

"Okay," Sam sighed. "Thanks for listening, Tony. Talk to you later."

"Bye," was the sleepy reply.

Sam hung up, feeling slightly guilty for keeping the man from getting his rest. He stood up and decided to do what Toby, Josh and now Tony had been telling him to do.