Disclaimer: I have some fish. I own them. But I don't sadly do not own the characters after which this is written.
Author's Note: I love this. I hope you do. Review. Please.
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Nearly four months had passed since he had seen her. He had never imagined it would happen. That even days could be extended without having spoken with her was still hard for him to grasp. But she had moved on, and left him standing still.
When they were working on the campaign they had seen each other often enough. Even when it was awkward and hostile it had been worth it. But after the nomination, and the end of the election, She turned down his job offer. She had found work in California.
She moved out from D.C. and he hadn't seen her since.
The phone rang and stumbled him out of his thought. How late was it anyway, two?
"Josh Lyman," he answered. He was still working. He spent so little time had home he began to wonder why he had one. The past few weeks had kept him at his office nearly 24/7. Still it felt good to fall into his own bed, when he could, instead of his office couch.
"Hi Josh."
It was Donna.
"What the hell are you doing up?" he asked feeling a little to groggy to recall much.
"I'm in Gaza Josh," she reminded him slowly. "And it's nice to hear from you too."
He sat up suddenly remembering who and where he was. "Sorry. But when you call at two in the morning I start to think you're working to hard."
"Says the man who's slept on his couch all week," she responded. "I was just calling because I'll be in town tomorrow."
"You're coming to D.C.?"
"I know that you're horribly busy and you probably don't have time to visit with an old friend..."
"No, no," he told her eyes wide open. "When do you get in?"
"Well my plane leaves in two hours," her voice chimed. "And with all the delays going on I should be there around six in the afternoon."
He laughed. "How was the trip?"
She sighed deep in her throat. "I can't wait to get home."
He tensed up finally remembering where Donna would be going. "Are you just on a lay over or something?" There was such a sound of grief in his voice.
"Actually I'm not working for the Governor anymore," she said in a voice so low and depressed Josh couldn't help but feel anxious. "I'm planning on staying in D.C. for a few weeks before crawling back to California."
Her tone had changed. Somehow it became hard for him to believe she wanted to go back to California, back "home". It sounded to him like she wanted to come back to where she belonged.
"When did you stop working for the Governor?" he asked, still not believing she had quit.
"Umm… well I guess that was Tuesday," she told him.
She had called on Tuesday. Was that why? Had she been fired? No, he thought to himself. They'd be crazy to fire Donna.
"Donna I…"
She interrupted him. "Josh I really have to go. My cell phone bill is going to be crazy."
"Okay," he said trying to hide his disappointment. "What's your flight number?"
"Hmm?" she mumbled obviously a little distracted. "Oh…I left it with Maggie…"
He smiled. She had called to check in with him, not his assistant. "Okay I'll pick you up at the airport?"
"Josh?" she questioned him.
"Okay, okay…" he began. "I'll try and pick you up. If I can't I'll send someone."
"Oh that's just what I need, a secret service escort," she laughed overly sarcastic.
"Hey didn't you have a flight or something," he retorted, faking offence.
"Bye," she said and hung up.
"Bye" he whispered when the phone went dead.
