Title: Thanks for Being There

Author: Harper Robedeaux

Rating: PG

Category: Drama/Angst, Romance (J/D)

Summary: When Donna has a sudden seizure, Josh springs into action.

Disclaimer: I don't own them (but oh, how I wish.)

Notes: Thanks to all whom have reviewed past stories I've written (. This fic was inspired by an incident a few weeks ago in which I was walking to class with a friend and she collapsed and had a very violent seizure.

Chapter 1/?

"Donna," I hear from across the bullpen as I walk to my desk. Barely 30 seconds in the door and already I have to feed my child. Well, give my boss some file/important piece of information. Same difference. I walk into his office and say "What?" in a tone that I immediately regret. Josh looks confused and almost angry.

"Donna, what was that tone for?"

"I'm so sorry." Before I can finish my sentence he gets up and stands in front of me.

"Donna, are you OK," he asked softly and rather concerned. I gathered my composure and said, "I'm fine, Josh." He smiled at that. I then asked, "What was it you wanted?"

He looked confused for a split second before it finally hit him. "Oh, I need any information I can get on that oil spill that happened a couple days ago."

"I got that information last night, it's sitting on your desk," I say, and knowing he's about to argue with that statement, I fish it out of a sea of papers and chewed up pens. I hand it to him, he said "Thanks," and I walked out of his office and took a seat at my desk

* * *

She's obviously not all right. First, she snaps at me, second, her face was unnaturally pale (I know she has alabaster skin, but there is a difference between that pale and sickly pale), and third, she's at her desk right now shaking like it's frigid in here, which, to be honest, it's a bit warm.

I stop myself right there. If something was terribly wrong, she'd tell me, right? She probably didn't get enough sleep and in turn drank too much coffee. That seems like a reasonable senario. Probably was staying up late with a local gomer. Okay, STOP IT! Besides, don't you have a meeting to be getting to?

As soon as this thought enters my mind, Donna walks into my office saying "Josh, your meeting with the people for the oil spill is in 30 seconds." I smile at her and get up, not even about to get into a "Your watch sucks" argument.

She walks with me through the bullpen. "You feeling better," I ask.

"Actually, I feel a bit funny right now, but it'll pass," she said, rather sure of herself.

"Funny? Like how?"

As soon as these words had escaped, she passed out. Luckily, I caught her. With Donna in my arms, I quickly ran back to my office.

TBC.