Title: The Ball, (4/5)
Author: Eve Karma
Spoilers: None, if I recall correctly.
Rating: PG-13 because I say so.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, you all would know.
Other: This is my first actual JD fic, so don't expect too much. Except for the few pictures I've seen, I don't know too much about the Smithsonian Ball, so bear with me. FB makes me dance. Enjoy! :)
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"Who are you calling?" she asked.
"Leo."
"Leo?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Leo McGarry, please," he said into the phone. While he waited, he held his hand over the mouthpiece and spoke to her. "I'm trying to get us out of work," he grinned.
"Josh! It's the first day of the President's second term!"
"Don't worry, we won't have to go."
She rolled her eyes at him.
Finally, Leo came on the line. Donna sat at the kitchen table, listening to Josh's end of the conversation.
"'Morning, Leo. (cough) Yeah, actually, I'm pretty sick. (sniffle) I don't know what it is, but I feel horrible. I don't think I'm going to make it in today. (cough) Oh, Donna's not there yet either?" he winked at her, "Maybe I should check on her--oh. But--Leo, why--okay. Bye." He hung up the phone. "I guess we do have to go."
Donna got up, poured two steaming cups of coffee, and sat back down. Josh dialed another number.
"You're not going to drink it?"
"Yeah, I'll get to it. Thanks."
"Hey Charlie, it's Josh. Yeah. Okay," he said into the phone.
While he waited (much longer this time) he cradled the phone with his shoulder and stood behind Donna, running his fingers through her hair.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
"Getting the tangles out." he told her.
"Oh. It feels nice," she said and wrapped her hands around her coffee.
Finally, the man in charge answered his phone. Josh almost dropped his.
"Oh, hey, Mr. President, um, Good Morning! Oh, he did? Yeah. Are you sure? It's not a problem? Alright. Thank you, sir. Have a good day."
"I can't believe you called the President to try to get out of work," she laughed in disbelief.
"Well, it worked. We don't have to go," his last statement had a singsong tone to it.
To Be Continued...
