Author's Notes: I don't own Sports Night. You know the rest of the drill.
For Anna. She likes rasperry, right?
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"Kim."
She didn't respond, instead standing idly over her desk, her face contorted in thought.
"Kim!" Elliot shouted.
She blinked, "Hm?"
"Rundown," he said, waving a clipboard at the conference room.
"Start without me."
"Start without you?"
She glared angrily.
Elliot backed away. "We'll start without you." He shrugged, turning back to the conference room. Stopping mid-stride, he looked back over his shoulder. "Go with the raspberry."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"All right." Kim grabbed the doughnut from the box and leaned against Elliot in mock distress. "My hero," she cooed, then skipped off to the conference room.
"Women..."
"I heard that!"
