A/N: Miss Jasadin and Kursk I am writing this fanfic for you! My two reviewers, I love you so. Your reviews are what keep me going. I'm glad to know some one or, you two, enjoy the story. Here's another chapter for you!

Oh and for the rest who are reading too, I hope you enjoy it as well.

Sadly I may not be able to update for a while. I'm in grade twelve and need to get good marks to get into university. They tell me that part of doing that is completing homework (or something equally absurd). So I need to focus on that…I might just update anyway though.

Sam's P.O.V.

I print off the newest copy of the speech and take it over to Josh. I stop by Donna's desk.

"Hey Donna" I smile as she turns from her computer.

"Sam" she says icily. I pause for second. Why is she angry with me? She couldn't possibly still be mad about the Lysol comment that was like a week ago.

"Is Josh in?" I ask cautiously throwing my thumb over my shoulder, motioning to his unusually closed door.

"Yes, he's hiding from me" she informs with the same cool tone.

"Why?"

"Because he's a man," she snorts. "Men, and their…men like ways." She turns accusingly towards me "What is with you people?"

What did I do? I stand back momentarily stunned. "I honestly couldn't tell you Donna"

She turns back to her work and I take the opportunity to sneak into Josh's office. I close the door carefully.

"Hey Sam", Josh is sitting back in his chair with his feet on his desk "What do you need?"

"A place to hide"

"You spoke with my lovely assistant" he swings his legs down and pulls his chair in.

"Yeah, what did you do?"

"Why do you think I did something?"

"Because you usually do something to anger her," I say matter-of-factly taking a seat in front of his desk.

"This time it wasn't me. Its all mother nature's doing"

I raise my eyebrows questioningly.

He sighs leaning back into his chair "She's PMSing".

"The last time I made an accusation so severe, CJ yelled at me" I point out sheepishly. "It's very wrong to assume such a thing"

Placing his hands behind his head he grins "Yeah but I'm sleeping with Donna, it'd be very wrong for me not to know about her monthlies"

"Fair point. So what are you going to do? Camp out in your office for the rest of the day?"

"A peace offering in the form of chocolate should do the trick. Speaking of which," he gets up and heads to his door "let's talk about the speech on the way to the store"

I stand and follow him out of the building, avoiding Donna's glare along the way.

Josh's P.O.V.

I put the bag of chocolate on her desk while she was away from it and go back into my office.

Not long after Donna enters with the unopened bag in hand.

"I see you got the chocolate," I observe smiling. The thing most people don't know about me, is how thoughtful I can be. If they were to see the sweet things I do that fact wouldn't have to be hidden.

"Yes" she says sadly.

"What's the matter?"

"It's white chocolate" she stares at the bag while playing with it in her hands.

I narrow my eyes at her. "So?"

"I like milk chocolate" she looks up from the bag shyly.

Here I thought any form of chocolate would do. Apparently not. Again, another thing most people don't know about me is how understanding I am towards feminine needs.

"I can get you milk chocolate after my meeting with Leo" I offer. See? I really am a great guy.

She smiles. It's all worth it just to witness that. "It starts in three minutes," she tells me; I get up and head towards the door.

Plopping the chocolate bag in my hands she exits first as I open the door for her and I go to Leo's office.

Sam and Toby are already there, arguing over part the speech that I looked over earlier today. They don't even acknowledge my entrance.

Leo comes in soon after. "Hey Sam. Hey Toby…Josh why are you carrying a bag of chocolate?"

"It was for Donna, a peace offering," Sam answers for me. I nod in agreement flopping down in a chair.

"She rejected it?" Leo questions pulling out his glasses.

I nod looking down at the bag. "She doesn't like white chocolate"

Frowning at me he asks "It matters what kind it is?"

"Apparently"

Toby stands up with the speech and hands it to Leo. "Could we start talking about the speech that the President is going to be making tonight?"

Leo begins to read it. "Give it to Margaret"

"The speech?" Sam asks from his corner on the couch.

"No, the chocolate"

"Are we still talking about this?" Toby demands rubbing his forehead.

"Margaret" Leo calls and automatically the redhead enters the room.

"Yeah Leo?"

"Josh has chocolate for you" he says motioning towards me.

I pass the bag off to her. She inspects it for a second and grimaces slightly.

"What?" Leo inquires noticing the scowl.

Hesitating for a second she responds, "I like dark chocolate" she hands the bag back to me. Nobody wants my gift. My sweetness is going unnoticed.

"Ok, now that's over. Let's talk about the speech," Toby mumbles clicking his pen.

Leo frowns towards Margaret "Does it really matter what kind of chocolate it is? It's sugar, it's fattening. Who cares about its shade?"

"They taste different," she informs.

"You can go now" he dismisses with a wave of his hand.

"You might want to make a mental note for the future that I like dark chocolate," she says in attempt to help the situation as she closes the door.

"The speech. Now" Toby orders rubbing his forehead again pacing in a little circle.

Sam leans in earnestly towards me "Donna didn't appreciate your gift?"

"Nobody seems to" I shrug gloomily putting the bag on my lap. My general goodness is being wasted.

Toby unexpectedly snatches the bag away from me growling "I'll give it to Bonnie and Ginger. They like anything containing sugar"

"It's true" Sam reports with a nod "Our assistants are very low maintenance"

"I could only dream" Leo says with a smile that tells us that he wouldn't actually want to trade Margaret for anyone.

"Can we please get back to the speech now? We've solved the chocolate problem," Toby almost shouts from the middle of the room throwing up his arms slightly making the bag crinkle.

Leo shoots him a surprised look. "Yeah. You need to change the opening paragraph"

"What?" Sam stands up and the meeting continues. After which I go to the store and return with the correct type of chocolate.

Donna throws her arms around me with a little yelp of joy.

Yep, it was all worth it. I'm so da man.