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Author's note: Yeah I missed you guys too! Stupid life getting in the way of writing. Anyway I wish this was a great chapter, but it really isn't. It will get better. Donna's POV, Leo's POV and Josh's POV.

I leave Josh's room with a certain skip in my step, a glow in my cheeks. Things aren't perfect, but rarely in life are they. Life is good and can only get better. The reunions will soon occur.

Helen Santos comes sprinting down the hallway and dashes into Matt's room.

"Did they check your vitals?"

"Um. It's just a broken arm."

"I don't even know what that means, I saw it on an episode of ER." I don't look into the room, this is their time, but I am sure some kissing is taking place. Amy makes her way into Josh's room; she gives me a small smile. I have work to do and I am trying my best to avoid my doctor's until its done.

I enter Will's room. He is fumbling with his shirt, I am just grateful I didn't walk in while he was fumbling with his pants.

"Will, I need to you write the press release for the statement about the target." He is half in his shirt, half out.

"Just checking but you were the target, right?"

"Yeah."

"How am I going to write, my arm is crushed?"

"Cindy said she would help you."

"That's nice of her." He mutters bitterly. Will is one of my biggest concerns he's changed today. Every time I see him, I recognize less of him.

I turn away and enter the hallway. That's when someone else calls me a bitch.

Donna Moss will never make it in politics. She's too sweet, too trusting and naïve. When it comes to women in DC there are two kinds, pit bulls and poodles. Pit bulls are women like Amy, Mandy, even CJ. They go for the jugular when they sense the slightest bit of weakness. Poodles are loyal and smart, but not mean. That's Donna.

Sure, she's grown up a lot, matured and it's been fun to watch, but still she's not a pit bull and never will be.

"You Bitch!"

This is the third time today Donna's been called a bitch. She doesn't handle it well. I expect an attack. Bear in mind that an attack does not mean she is a pit bull, even poodles will attack when provoked enough.

I know the voice, its Andi. It should be fun to hear at the every least.

"How dare you?" Andi is a pit bull she won't stop until Donna is dead on the floor, cowering and weeping.

"How dare I what, Andrea?"

"How dare you use the father of my children as payback for your childish and bitter battle against the Congressman?"

"Andi it's not what you think." Classic poodle response, backtrack and appease.

"Hasn't our family been through enough tragedy?" Uh oh. Bad move, Andi.

"What?" I've never heard this voice come from Donna before, low, dark and deep.

This is a huge mistake. Andi is implying that her relationship with Toby is deeper then the one Donna shares with Josh. I should not be surprised if the fangs come out.

When it comes to their complex relationship, I have very mixed feelings. Donna left Josh, years ago and a part of me has never forgiven her. I should have stopped the relationship back then, I should have stepped in changed her assignment moved her somewhere else. It only got worse over the years. I when I stepped in, it just got worse and now all they seem to do is hurt each other.

"You heard me, bitch." I hear the clicks of high heels in the hallway. Reinforcement?

"You know what, that would have worked on anyone else but me." Donna pauses for effect only. "What tragedy would you mean, Andi? When Toby found Josh bleeding on the sidewalk? Yes that must have scared the hell out of him. But I don't recall him being injured. Oh yes, you family had another tragedy didn't it. Tell me did you singe your hair when my car exploded. I would get off that pedestal you placed yourself on Andrea, the height is screwing with your vision. Where were you, I should ask? I arrived here thirty seconds before Toby and Josh and the others. Helen Santos was here before you and she flew here from Texas. Hell, Amy got here over an hour ago from Virginia. I called you nearly twenty times, the White House called you. If this was such a dire situation what the hell took you so long to get here?"

Andi finally answers. "He's my husband."

"No he's not, but I guess you should have married him when you had the chance." Andi huffs away.

I am glad Donna won. As pissed as I was at her for hurting Josh eight years ago, Andi hurt Toby worse and my anger is still hot.

See, but she didn't go for the throat. She danced around it, she could have said, "you left him, and you have no claim to him now." Or " Getting your self knocked up doesn't mean you are more important" or something to that to that effect.

Donna will never be a master politician she isn't strong enough or smart enough.

She is standing outside my door, she doesn't look in. I've seen this woman a million times and each time I get the same impression, soft, willowy, and fragile.

Amy greets her.

"You think I should apologize?" Donna asks.

"Hell NO!" I concur Amy. "Great job with the press conference." I don't think so, she screwed us more ways then I can think of.

"Thanks."

Now these two women hate each other, desiring different and yet the same things from the same man, this should be fun to watch.

As I watch them, I feel like a voyeur. This is a private moment between two women and I have no right to be spying on them, and yet I cannot look away. Could I be watching a car wreck or something deeper?

They stare at each other, eyes dancing, a secret being shared. "Donna, did you plan the whole thing?" Amy asks.

Then the smallest, slyest smile crawls across Donna Moss' face. She doesn't answer, she doesn't need to.

"You know what you did, right?"

Donna leans in and whispers something in Amy's ear. I can't hear it, but I watch her lips and I think she says. "I won the election."

Huh?

Josh bellows, "DDDDOOOONNNNNAAAA!" She calls out from where she is standing.

"Calm down Josh, it's a long way till November, there is plenty of time for you to screw up!"

What?

I don't understand. My eyes are opened so wide, they begin to dry out.

Donna planned everything? How did she win the election? My god, she created more battle ground states.

But Donna's a poodle. She's not a pitt bull.

No she's a new breed, one not yet discovered.

Amy enters my room, she looks different, smaller I think. Shaken.

"Hi." She says and I repeat. Everything feels weird, going from my confession of my love for Donna to watching Amy standing in front of me. Hot and cold.

She seems so different from what I was once so attracted to. We exchange small talk.
Are you in much pain? No. Were you scared? Yes. Do you need anything? No I am fine. My answers are short and sweet, I try not to lead on to the fact that there is another woman who I would rather be with. But she knows, Amy is many things but stupid is not one of them.

"You bitch." Rings through the hallways.

"Oh no." I mutter and hold my head in my hands. Stupid Andi. What the hell were you thinking? Amy and I remain very still listening, waiting for the inevitable attack. Donna sails into Andi, making her verbal ass kicking on towards the Chairman of the DNC look like a wrist slap. I don't know if the words or more harsh or the concepts around them make them more meaningful. Donna recounts a blend of old wounds as well as fresh one.

When Donna sounds like she is finishing her rant, Amy looks up from the floor.

"It was always her, wasn't it?" In this brief instant I watch as her heartbreaks a little. Funny I never thought Amy had any feelings.

"Yeah it was." She looks back at the door as we hear say final attack. She looks back at me and with a strange little smile.

"She did good today."

"Yeah if you called destroying our chance for election "good"?"

"You don't see what she did, do you?"

"I am a little drugged up right now. I am sure its something, she is a lot smarter then you ever gave her credit for."

"No, Josh, she is a lot smarter then you gave her credit for. Look you are very drugged up and it been a rough day so I'll let you battle this out in your head. Tell Donna the bag is for her." And she points to the shopping bag, she brought in with her. "See you later J." She doesn't kiss me; she just walks into the hallway.

That was weird wording wasn't it? "I'll let you battle this out in your head" Everything about the last five minutes has been odd though, right?

Battle. Battle was the word that didn't fit. Battle ground. OH MY GOD. DONNA JUST CREATED MORE BATTLE GROUND STATES!

"DOOONNNNNAAAA!"

No way. It can't be! One press conference. Ten minutes signal handedly changed the election. Will people vote for Santos just because Donna is on his staff? We will win on Donna's coat tales.

"Calm down Josh, it's a long way till November; there is plenty of time for you to screw up!"

Oh god!