"Donna!"
Donna stormed into his office with her hands on her hips and waited for him to look up from his computer. "Donna!" he screamed again.
She let out a frustrated sigh. He looked over at her. "How long have you been standing there?"
"We've talked about this," she stated agitatedly.
"Talked about what?"
"Your bellowing my name."
"What was the conclusion of the conversation?"
"That you would no long continue to bellow my name. And you know what you did?"
"I bellowed your name."
"That's right."
"You know what?"
"You don't care because you're trying to run the country?"
"I don't care because I'm trying to run the country."
"What do you want, Joshua?" Donna was feeling aggravated all the way around. This was her fourth night this week working until long past one o'clock in the morning. They were in the middle of a debacle, and she was completely happy to jump in and help, but it had been just over a week since they had kissed. In fact Josh was now doing everything in his power to keep things extremely professional between the two of them. It was frustrating as hell. If it was a mistake, he should've just said so.
Once he barked one of his inane orders she stormed out of his office and back to her desk to finish the report she had started. She wasn't staying late tomorrow, she didn't care what bill was going to be passed or in this case not be passed.

Josh listened to her thump back out to her desk. She was mad. He was stupid and sometimes blind but she was mad. And she wasn't mad because he yelled her name, she was mad that he hadn't said or done anything to follow up with the...incident. Every time he yelled for her to come into the office his intentions were to ask her to dinner or out for a drink but he chickened out every time. It wasn't fear of rejection or anything. This was Donna. He was afraid that if they finally went down the road he wanted to go down so badly that he would mess everything up and not only would Donna hate him she would leave him...for good.
Josh winced at the idea as if someone had sucker punched him in the stomach. He turned his thoughts back to work. It was safer there. Two more minutes of that and he got up and closed the door and sat in front of his phone. He dialed a very familiar number and waited.
"Sam Seaborn."
"Hey, Sam."
"Josh! How are you, man?"
"I'm good. How are things in California?"
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean what's wrong?"
"Josh, you're calling me at one o'clock in the morning your time and you're asking me how things are in California? I talked to you a week ago and you could care less how things are in California."
"Sam, I think I messed up."
"What did you do?"
Josh let out a long sigh. "About a week ago..." He told Sam the story of the conversation he and Donna had after the abortion clinic accident and then he told them about the incident.
"That was over a week ago?" Sam sounded irritated now too.
"Well, yes."
"You have to do something."
"What?"
"You have to do something."
"I appreciate the sentiment, but what do you think I should do?"
"I don't know, but it should probably revolve around telling her how you feel and you know anything short of that you should ignore."
"I can't do that, Sam."
"Why not? You two have been doing this dance since day one."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know about the rumors. Those have been going on since the campaign. Everyone is still shocked as hell that you two still haven't figured it out and after the revelations that 'the incident', as you call it, brought on, you still don't have a clue...you have to do something, Josh, and it better be soon."
"What if I lose her, Sam?"
"Don't hold back on life for 'what ifs'. You may lose her anyway if you do that."
Josh let out a shaky sigh. "Since the campaign?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"You two are my best friends, I love you both dearly, but you're a bunch of blockheads. Find her, fix this and I promise you'll feel like a whole new man."
Josh smiled. "Thanks."
"No thanks required, just make me the best man and we'll call it even."

"Sam Seaborn."
"Hi, Sam, it's Donna."
"Hey, how are you?"
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing, whatsoever. What's up?"
"How's California?"
"Is this about Josh?"
Donna gasped and her mouth dropped. "Why would you say that?"
"Because you're asking about California. Just fess up. It's late where you are and I'm sure you and Josh are working late for a reason. What's going on?"
"He kissed me a little over a week ago and now nothing. He's avoiding me and acting all professional. When was the last time you saw or heard Josh act professional around me?"
"This is dire," Sam said sarcastically.
"You're laughing."
"I am not. Well maybe just a little."
"Why don't you just go talk to him about it?"
"What?! You mean walk into his office and say 'hey, you kissed me, now what?'"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Because he could hear me."
"Donna!"
"I'm serious, Sam, what if he thinks the kiss was a mistake?"
"What if he does?"
"I don't like talking to you anymore."
Sam chuckled. "You two are a bunch of blockheads. You two are my best friends, I love you both, but seriously blockheads. Just go talk to him. I promise you'll feel better once you do."
"You've been very little help. I hope you know when it comes to your time of need I'm going to be as much help as you have been right now."
"Excellent. Now, go talk to him. You're both trying to run the country and you can't do it if you're calling me up because 'Dear Abby' is busy."
"Good night, Sam."
"Good night, Donna."
Sam hung up his cell phone and put it back on his nightstand. He shut off the light and let out a long sigh. "They're going to blame this on me."

An hour later Donna was gathering her things getting ready to call it a night. It was Friday night and she knew that Josh would ask her to come in tomorrow morning, but it was a small sacrifice she would make to serve at the pleasure of the President. She strolled over to Josh's office. She peered in and saw that his head was down on his desk.
"Josh?"
No response.
Donna tip toed into the office and leaned over his desk to see that he was out. She smiled. She stacked the files she brought in nicely on his desk and then went around to his side. She kneeled down next to him.
"Joshua?" she called gently. She didn't like to wake him with a start. He didn't stir. She moved her hand up to his shoulder to shake him awake. Just as he did, he started to mumble in his sleep.
"Joshua, wake up," she said a little more sternly.
He murmured some more. She let out a long sigh. She was half tempted to leave him there for the night. She was sure he would get some sleep at least. Instead of going home and turning on MSNBC and yelling at any given Republican he found.
"Josh, it's time to go home." She used her normal voice and Josh's eyes fluttered open.
"What's going on?" he mumbled still half a sleep.
"It's almost two thirty, it's time to go home so you can be back in the office in five hours." Donna gently rubbed his back hoping to get the blood circulating through his body.
"What day is it?" He didn't raise his head off the desk yet.
"Technically it's Saturday."
"What are you still doing here?"
"Working on 486 remember?" she said softly.
"You should go home."
"So should you. You need to sleep in a bed."
"How about your bed?"
Donna's eyes grew wide and she felt Josh's entire body stiffen under her touch. She gently withdrew her hand but she couldn't find the muscles to move away from him. She let out a small sigh.
"What about my bed, Joshua?" She decided that she was going to play with him a little bit.
"There's no way that this is a dream, is it?"
"Why would you want to be dreaming about my bed?" She liked where this was going.
Josh opened one eye and when he found her still sitting directly in front of him he closed it again quickly. "I just meant that if I need to sleep in a bed shouldn't you be sleeping in a bed."
"Well if I go home that's exactly where I'll be sleeping, my bed."
"Are you going home?"
"If I can get you to wake up enough to drive yourself, otherwise I'm going to be going to your house and then I'll go home."
"I'm fine, Donna, go on and go home."
"Josh, I'm not leaving you here to sleep in your office. You wake up grumpy and irritable and as the only person who gets to deal with grizzly bear Lyman, I insist that you go home and get some real sleep in a real bed."
"I comfortable right where I am."
"Why are you fighting me on this? Your neck is killing you and your back is sore."
"I want a new assistant."
"Because I know you too well?"
"No, because I want one that does what I say."
Donna rolled her eyes and decided to take things into her own hands. She was done being gentle. She grabbed Josh's arm and yanked really hard, spinning him in his chair so he had to sit up straight. This forced Donna to her knees right between his legs.
Josh let out a hiss and Donna looked up to meet his gaze. He wore an expression of pure embarrassment and almost like he was in pain. She balanced herself gently between his thighs and then she realized her mistake.
Her pink mouth formed a small 'oh' as she stared down at the raise in his pants. Her whole entire body went rigid and so did his.
"You're not helping by staring like that." Josh's entire body was tense. Having Donna between his legs at a moment like this was not helping anything. He wanted so badly to lift her into his lap and have his way with her. He didn't think she would appreciate that very much right now. She needed to move or do something before he exploded right under her stare.
Donna shifted her gaze to his chest with a sneak peek up into his eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed by the entire situation. She wasn't sure how to respond. She didn't think standing up and running out his office would be the best way to handle it, and she didn't think unzipping his pants and helping him remedy the problem was probably much better, even though that was the more enticing idea.
"What happened?" she whispered.
"Dreams," he muttered.
She cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
"You find this amusing don't you?"
"Come on, Joshua, could this situation get more embarrassing?"
"I could think of a couple of ways." His voice sounded rough and playful.
She smirked. "Good point." She started to move and then looked back up at him. "Whom were you dreaming about?"
Josh felt his entire body tense again. He laid his head back against his chair and let out a deep groan.
"I don't know why I bother, even if you did produce a name it would probably be a lie any how...so you might as..."
"You," he interrupted quietly.
"Just say anything and I'll get up and leave you...I'm sorry?" A shiver ran down her spine when she comprehended his words. She couldn't help the small smile that played over her lips as she blushed. She looked down again getting another eye full of Josh without even thinking. She closed her eyes tight and felt Josh's hands clasp her upper arms and pull her upwards.
"You're killing me here," he gasped as he sat her on his thigh. She felt her hip rub up against him causing him to gasp again.
"I think it's time we talk."
"Talk?" she squeaked.
He smirked realizing that he was getting to her as much as she was getting to him. His hand that rested lightly on her knee had the urge to skim under her skirt to find out just how much he was getting to her.
"There are some things I think that are still very much unresolved between us after the whole clinic thing and the thing a week ago and now this...don't you think we should talk?"
Donna nodded. She felt herself relax in his arms. She liked being surrounded by him, his scent, his warmth and his touch.
She nodded quietly; her fingers were playing with the buttons to his shirt. "So talk."
He opened his mouth and all that came out was a high-pitched beeping noise. Josh's arm snaked around her waist and held her to him as he tilted so he could reach his pager that was going off. He pushed a couple of buttons and let out a deep breath. He set the pager on his desk and wrapped his other hand around her pulling her flush against his chest. He brought her mouth into contact with his where he immediately slipped his tongue into her wanting, wet, hot mouth.
She let out a small moan that he swallowed as she pulled herself closer to him. Josh undid the kiss and quickly as he had started it. He lightly caressed her hair tucking it behind her ears.
"Something's happened." With Donna still on his lap he picked up the phone and dialed Leo's extension.
"Leo, it's Josh." He paused. "No, I'm still in the office. Yeah, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and turned back to Donna. "I've got to go."
She moved to get off of him, he held her there for a moment. "You should go. We can do this later."
"Do which part later?" Josh raised his eyebrows.
"It depends on how well you do with the talking part." Donna finally managed to stand up on her own feet. She felt a little lightheaded. He brushed by her and stopped in his doorway. "You can go home if you want."
"No, it's okay. I'll stay, you may need me."
Josh opened his mouth as if he were going to say something and then closed his mouth again. "I'll be back in a bit." With that he was gone.
Donna leaned against his desk. Some how that last fifteen minutes had done nothing for the situation except left her frustrated with another haunting kiss.
"This is all Sam's fault," she growled.

Josh hurried to Leo's office. He was on edge now with adranline like he was everytime there was a situation at the White House. On top of that he was sexually frustrated, confused and slightly embarrassed still.
"This is all Sam's fault," Josh muttered just before he entered Leo's office.