Disclaimer: I don't own them. Now I'm depressed. I'll imagine Sam in a dress. I laugh.
Author's note: Here's the next chapter. All done. With this chapter.
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Josh awake to the shrill sound of the phone ringing. 'Hello?' he answered it, hanging off the edge of a bed.
'Josh?' Sam's voice suddenly came through the clearly. 'Are you okay?'
Josh sat up. His head was pounding. 'What time is it?' Josh groaned.
'Eight-thirty,' Sam answered him.
Josh looked around the room. 'Where am I?'
'Donna's apartment,' Sam told him.
Josh didn't seem to notice. 'Shouldn't I be at work right now.'
Sam nodded to himself. 'I'm sending you a car.'
Josh got out of the bed. 'Do you know where Donna keeps the aspirin?'
'Why would I know that?' Sam asked him.
'Right,' Josh replied.
Sam tilted his head to hold up the phone as he took some fills from Ginger. 'Are you going to be okay today?'
'Right, I'm fine,' Josh answered. 'What's today?'
Sam sighed. 'Toby's going to kill you!'
'What? Why?' Josh asked as he began to walk away from the bed and towards the door.
Sam only heard a pulling sound and then a loud thunk. 'Josh?' Sam asked when there was only silence.
'Sam?' Josh said a moment later.
'What happened?'
'Yes well,' Josh began as he picked himself off the floor. 'Donna's phone is attached to a wall.'
Sam wasn't exactly sure what that meant. 'Are you going to get into the car?'
'On my way!' Josh muttered as he stood up.
'Right just get here as quick as you possibly can,' Sam told him. 'Toby's been acting panicked.'
Josh didn't question why. 'Okay thanks for that Sam. But I'm hanging up now.'
'Right wall,' Sam told him looking over the filed on his desk. 'See ya.'
'Bye,' Josh said and hung up the phone.
He looked around to get his bearing. Then suddenly it dawned on him. He was in Donna's apartment. He was in Donna's room. What had happened?
He searched his mind for some kind of reasoning. But he didn't remember anything from the night before. He had a murky recollection of Donna crying, and a lot of drinks, and then Donna crying again.
He had no idea how he had gotten to Donna's apartment, or how he had gotten into her bed.
He grabbed a coffee mug in the kitchen. He went to the coffee maker and found a note. Cold. It was in Donna's long and unique penmanship.
Josh smiled and put the mug down on the counter. He turned and headed for the front door. He checked to make sure he had everything with him, watch, wallet, and tie.
'Good,' he thought. 'I have all my clothes on.'
He went to the door only to find a small note there. In Donna's hand he slowly read.
Josh, Thank you so much for last night. I'll never forget what you said. I'll always be glad you said it. –Donna
Josh's mind began to race. Josh thought of all the possible things that could possibly have happened the night before. He opened the door slowly, and shoved the note into his pocket.
'No,' he told himself. 'Nothing happened with you and Donna.' He paced towards the lobby. 'What could have happened anyway?' He didn't try and answer that because that was what was worrying him. 'Don't worry,' he told himself reassuringly. 'You didn't have sex with Donna.'
He felt so panicked that he nearly forgot how much his head was hurting.