Moving On (jerrica76@yahoo.com)
By Shelly Lee
Disclaimer-Standard, Don't own um' never will' Check out NBC and Sorkin
"Josh, Leo wants to see the file on 431."
"Sure Margaret, Just.Hey, Um." Josh started to say, then remembered that he didn't know the name of the brunette who was acting as his aide today. "Do you remember where I put the file for 431?" The girl just gave him a slightly blank look.
"Was it in the lavender folder, or the green one?" She asked, holding up two thick legal folders.
"First off It's purple not lavender, and yes." He grumbled as he pulled the folder from her hands. Margaret just gave him a raised eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her in a way that reminded him of his fourth grade teacher.
"See it's purple. Men don't have lavender folders." He said, as if to explain it. Margaret just shook her head and took the folder from him "Um.Why don't you go down to the mess and grab something to eat." He said to the brown hared girl.
"Ok, I'll just put your messages on the desk." She replied as she got up and walked into the office.
"Well, She's doing all right. At least she's the first one to stay until lunch." Margaret said. Josh just scowled.
"Can I help it if they don't see fit to do the work required for their pay?" He asked.
"Only if we forgot to give them their hazard pay." Margaret answered back. Josh gave a half hearted try at being offended, but then just waved her off.
"You can be a mean woman sometimes Margaret." He called after her as she walked down the hall.
"I know." Was her only reply. Josh chuckled slightly at that and walked into his office. He walking over to the desk and picked up his phone messages and flipped throw them. A congressman here, a Senator there..and ...
Donna Moss!
Jumping up from his seat Josh flew out of the door faster then he knew his legs could carry him. Donna had called, after all these months Donna had call him.
But left no message.
What was going on? His mind was racing with thoughts as he stormed through the Corridor and down the stairs. With both hands Josh pushed opened the doors to the Mess and saw his brown hared temp eating at one of the far tables.
"Hey." He said, once again stymied by her lack of name "When did this call come in?" He asked as he handed her the message sheet.
"It says right on there. About a half hour ago, when you were in the meeting with Ms. Cregg." She said as she sat her turkey sandwich down.
"Are you sure she didn't leave a message, somewhere I could return her call." Josh asked, hoping that maybe she just forgot to write down the information when she'd filled out the message slip.
"No, Every things there. I asked her if she wanted to leave a message and she said no. Was.was that OK?" She asked nervously.
Josh just shook his head and frowned. "No, but it's not your fault." He said as he started to walk back out of the room, holding on to this little piece of paper that had brought him so much hope.
"Mr. Lyman. You might try checking with the switchboard operator. I think they had the numbers of every call in and out of the west wing on a computer down there." She said.
Josh's face broke into a smile as he heard this.
"Thanks.Um." He started.
"Darlene." She answered, giving him a name to put of the face.
"Thank you Darlene." He called, as he stood out the door and towards the phone hub in the basement. The lone occupant of the office seemed surprised when he walked in, and even more surprised when he spoke.
"Is there any way you can find me the number of a call that came in about a half hour ago?" He asked the little round faced woman who just stared at him from behind her computer.
"I can try, Mr. Lyman." She said, taking the message slip from him, then frowning. "I'm sorry Sir, our system was down for a upgrade at that time." She said handing the note back to him.
Josh felt like he'd just been on a roller coaster. The sick feeling in his stomach persisting even after he got back to his office. He'd missed her, Donna had tried to get to him and he'd missed her because he had to listen to another round of the president and Toby show.
What if she was hurt, What if she needed him.He hadn't been there. He felt like throwing up as he sat there and stared out at the Washington skyline outside his window and suddenly it amazed him how you can be so high up and still feel like you're two feet tall.
"Hey Hot stuff."
"Amy, What are you doing here? I didn't think you'd be back until eleven." Josh said as he came over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Amy smiled and put her briefcase down and took a seat.
"It didn't take as long as I thought." She said, "I got the job." She said with a glowing smile "I'm a columness." She laughed.
"Congratulations." Josh said, giving her a smile. "That's great." But he couldn't keep up the masquerade for long. About ten minutes into the small talk Amy gave him a strange look.
"You having a bad day or something?" She asked him as she fished a packet of peanut butter crackers from her bag. Josh just shook his head and settled back in his chair.
He could have told her about the message then, But Josh didn't like to talk about Donna with Amy. It seemed somehow.like taking two girls to the prom and telling them about it, no one was exactly happy.
Luckily Amy changes trains of thought like most people change subways.
"Lets go for a walk?" Amy said, standing up. Josh just looked at her light she'd grown another head.
"Amy, I have work to do."
"And you'll do it. After we walk. Come on, I want to talk to you." She said. Feeling that he'd never be able to get out of this he sighed and got up.
"Can we at least get a hot dog first?" He asked.
A few minutes later they were sitting on a bench looking out at the Washington monument.
"I love it here. When I first came to Washington I could set here for hours." Amy said with a sigh as she sipped a café mocha freeze. Josh nodded and took a bite of his hot dog, hoping he could get this done before Leo or Toby came looking for him.
"Josh." She started, then stopped again. "Do you love me?"
"Excuse me?" He asked, as he nearly choked on a mouthful of hot dog.
"I said, Do you love me?" She asked again. When he just stared at her for a moment, Amy smiled. She had her answer.
"Its OK. I already knew." She said as she sat her freeze down. "You miss her don't you?" She asked him, knowing he'd know who she meant
"Only every day." He said honestly. Amy was quiet for a long moment. Then she reached inside her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. Leaning in she kissed his cheek and pressed the paper into his hand.
"What is this?" He asked, not quite sure if he meant this conversation or the paper he held folded in his palms.
"The stuff dreams are made of." She said softly, then kissed his cheek and stood up. "I'm.I'm going to move my stuff back over to my place tonight." She said. A second later she was gone and it was only then that Josh opened th note that she had given him.
It took his breath away as he read what she'd written.
The name Donna Moss, and an address in Madison, Wisconsin.
Disclaimer-Standard, Don't own um' never will' Check out NBC and Sorkin
"Josh, Leo wants to see the file on 431."
"Sure Margaret, Just.Hey, Um." Josh started to say, then remembered that he didn't know the name of the brunette who was acting as his aide today. "Do you remember where I put the file for 431?" The girl just gave him a slightly blank look.
"Was it in the lavender folder, or the green one?" She asked, holding up two thick legal folders.
"First off It's purple not lavender, and yes." He grumbled as he pulled the folder from her hands. Margaret just gave him a raised eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her in a way that reminded him of his fourth grade teacher.
"See it's purple. Men don't have lavender folders." He said, as if to explain it. Margaret just shook her head and took the folder from him "Um.Why don't you go down to the mess and grab something to eat." He said to the brown hared girl.
"Ok, I'll just put your messages on the desk." She replied as she got up and walked into the office.
"Well, She's doing all right. At least she's the first one to stay until lunch." Margaret said. Josh just scowled.
"Can I help it if they don't see fit to do the work required for their pay?" He asked.
"Only if we forgot to give them their hazard pay." Margaret answered back. Josh gave a half hearted try at being offended, but then just waved her off.
"You can be a mean woman sometimes Margaret." He called after her as she walked down the hall.
"I know." Was her only reply. Josh chuckled slightly at that and walked into his office. He walking over to the desk and picked up his phone messages and flipped throw them. A congressman here, a Senator there..and ...
Donna Moss!
Jumping up from his seat Josh flew out of the door faster then he knew his legs could carry him. Donna had called, after all these months Donna had call him.
But left no message.
What was going on? His mind was racing with thoughts as he stormed through the Corridor and down the stairs. With both hands Josh pushed opened the doors to the Mess and saw his brown hared temp eating at one of the far tables.
"Hey." He said, once again stymied by her lack of name "When did this call come in?" He asked as he handed her the message sheet.
"It says right on there. About a half hour ago, when you were in the meeting with Ms. Cregg." She said as she sat her turkey sandwich down.
"Are you sure she didn't leave a message, somewhere I could return her call." Josh asked, hoping that maybe she just forgot to write down the information when she'd filled out the message slip.
"No, Every things there. I asked her if she wanted to leave a message and she said no. Was.was that OK?" She asked nervously.
Josh just shook his head and frowned. "No, but it's not your fault." He said as he started to walk back out of the room, holding on to this little piece of paper that had brought him so much hope.
"Mr. Lyman. You might try checking with the switchboard operator. I think they had the numbers of every call in and out of the west wing on a computer down there." She said.
Josh's face broke into a smile as he heard this.
"Thanks.Um." He started.
"Darlene." She answered, giving him a name to put of the face.
"Thank you Darlene." He called, as he stood out the door and towards the phone hub in the basement. The lone occupant of the office seemed surprised when he walked in, and even more surprised when he spoke.
"Is there any way you can find me the number of a call that came in about a half hour ago?" He asked the little round faced woman who just stared at him from behind her computer.
"I can try, Mr. Lyman." She said, taking the message slip from him, then frowning. "I'm sorry Sir, our system was down for a upgrade at that time." She said handing the note back to him.
Josh felt like he'd just been on a roller coaster. The sick feeling in his stomach persisting even after he got back to his office. He'd missed her, Donna had tried to get to him and he'd missed her because he had to listen to another round of the president and Toby show.
What if she was hurt, What if she needed him.He hadn't been there. He felt like throwing up as he sat there and stared out at the Washington skyline outside his window and suddenly it amazed him how you can be so high up and still feel like you're two feet tall.
"Hey Hot stuff."
"Amy, What are you doing here? I didn't think you'd be back until eleven." Josh said as he came over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Amy smiled and put her briefcase down and took a seat.
"It didn't take as long as I thought." She said, "I got the job." She said with a glowing smile "I'm a columness." She laughed.
"Congratulations." Josh said, giving her a smile. "That's great." But he couldn't keep up the masquerade for long. About ten minutes into the small talk Amy gave him a strange look.
"You having a bad day or something?" She asked him as she fished a packet of peanut butter crackers from her bag. Josh just shook his head and settled back in his chair.
He could have told her about the message then, But Josh didn't like to talk about Donna with Amy. It seemed somehow.like taking two girls to the prom and telling them about it, no one was exactly happy.
Luckily Amy changes trains of thought like most people change subways.
"Lets go for a walk?" Amy said, standing up. Josh just looked at her light she'd grown another head.
"Amy, I have work to do."
"And you'll do it. After we walk. Come on, I want to talk to you." She said. Feeling that he'd never be able to get out of this he sighed and got up.
"Can we at least get a hot dog first?" He asked.
A few minutes later they were sitting on a bench looking out at the Washington monument.
"I love it here. When I first came to Washington I could set here for hours." Amy said with a sigh as she sipped a café mocha freeze. Josh nodded and took a bite of his hot dog, hoping he could get this done before Leo or Toby came looking for him.
"Josh." She started, then stopped again. "Do you love me?"
"Excuse me?" He asked, as he nearly choked on a mouthful of hot dog.
"I said, Do you love me?" She asked again. When he just stared at her for a moment, Amy smiled. She had her answer.
"Its OK. I already knew." She said as she sat her freeze down. "You miss her don't you?" She asked him, knowing he'd know who she meant
"Only every day." He said honestly. Amy was quiet for a long moment. Then she reached inside her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. Leaning in she kissed his cheek and pressed the paper into his hand.
"What is this?" He asked, not quite sure if he meant this conversation or the paper he held folded in his palms.
"The stuff dreams are made of." She said softly, then kissed his cheek and stood up. "I'm.I'm going to move my stuff back over to my place tonight." She said. A second later she was gone and it was only then that Josh opened th note that she had given him.
It took his breath away as he read what she'd written.
The name Donna Moss, and an address in Madison, Wisconsin.