Author's note: I do not own Bleach or its characters. This is AU and draws inspiration from The West Wing. Some of the dialogue is almost directly quoted from the show.

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Gin strode from his office with a smile. "I'm done."

Mashiro, his assistant, looked at him skeptically. "You're sure?"

"Yep."

"You're done polishing?"

"Yes."

"You're done tweaking?

"I'm done tweaking. I'm done polishing. Done. Take it to Rangiku."

She turned to take the speech away.

"Wait." Gin took one last look at it then nodded. "Yes, I'm done. Really."

Mashiro headed towards Rangiku's office with the speech. Toushiro's office door opened, spewing out two of the junior communications staff. Toushiro was giving final instructions.

"Wait and hope that the statement comes out of the U.N. by the end of the week."

The one man nodded. "It's the least we can do."

"No, actually the U.N. is already doing the least they can do," Toushiro corrected

"Right." The man shot Gin a smile. "Hey, Gin, what's up?"

"Just stretching my legs."

Toushiro glanced his direction. "Hey."

"Hey."

"How's it going?" he asked.

"I'm finished."

Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "You're talking about the Hilton head draft?"

Gin nodded. "I used pretty tough language: 'political cover,' 'counterproductive.'"

"Good."

"Now, I'm just stretching my legs."

"Good."

He followed Toushiro into his office. "Can I talk to you a second?"

"Yeah."

"I'll shut the door."

"Okay." Toushiro had started to look wary.

Gin shut the door before sitting down on Toushiro's couch. "Yesterday, I discovered that I'm sort of accidentally being stalked by a prostitute."

Toushiro gave him an incredulous look. "Really?"

"Yes."

"You're accidentally being stalked by a prostitute?"

"Call girl," Gin corrected.

"Accidentally?"

"Yes."

"I don't understand. Did you trip over something?" Toushiro sounded like he thought Gin might be an idiot.

"I didn't know she was a call girl. She's the younger sister of one of the guys I knew in university. I didn't find out about it, till yesterday."

"Who else knows about this?" Toushiro demanded.

"Shunsui."

"And who else?"

"That's it."

Toushiro immediately saw the problem. "And you didn't mention anything to Rangiku? At all?"

Gin sighed. "I thought the problem might go away. It's not like other staffers haven't picked up the odd fan turned stalker or two. They typically go away after they realize how boring our lives are."

"Other people don't have prostitutes as stalkers."

"Call girl."

"Whatever. Rangiku is going to kill you."

Shunsui chose that moment to walk into the office.

"Let's go."

Gin raised an eyebrow. "He's free?"

They had been trying to find a spot in Jyuushiro's schedule to fit a quick meeting in.

"Yes."

The three of them made their way through the halls towards Jyuushiro's office.

"Did you know about this?" Toushiro asked Shunsui.

"Know about what?" Shunsui asked.

Toushiro gestured at Gin. "With him."

"Yes."

"And you're not concerned?"

Shunsui shrugged. "If we're lucky, it will be a busy news week, and the problem will go away, and no one will ask Rangiku a question about it. If not, the news cycle will be focused on the fact that the press secretary murdered the deputy communications director."

"I was going to say--"

"This administration doesn't even need an opposition party, do you know that, we do fine by ourselves," Toushiro grumbled, cutting him off.

"Gin, just don't do anything stupid okay?" Shunsui instructed.

"Yeah." Gin wasn't sure there were more stupid things left for him to do. If Rangiku ever found out about this, she really was going to kill him. At least it would be an interesting way to go.