Disclaimer: I don't own them. How many times do I have to say it? You're making me cry.

Author's note: What is this chapter three. One seems to forget after a while. Enjoy.

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Josh arrived at the office worried and panicked. His mind was racing with kings of things that could possibly have happened the night before.

Sam met him in the lobby. 'Hi.'

'Hi.'

Josh looked at Sam with the same panicked look he'd had since the night before.

'I woke in Donna's bed,' Josh told him in a worried tone.

Sam didn't quite get it. 'Whoa Josh that's way too much information.' Sam laughed.

Josh grabbed his arm. 'I'm not joking. What happened last night?'

Sam held up his hands. ' I have no idea what happened between you too last night.'

'But I got drunk?' Josh asked him to confirm.

Sam nodded. 'Yeah, by the sounds of it you got really drunk.'

Josh grabbed his head. 'I'm pretty sure I still am.'

They reached Sam's office quickly. 'Are you going to be okay this morning?'

'What am I supposed to do this morning?' Josh asked him, really not remembering.

'You and Toby are negotiating…'

'The budget,' Josh interrupted him. 'Right. Okay. No. I'm good.'

They stood in silence.

'But how did I wake up in her bed?' Josh asked after a pause.

Sam shrugged.

Then Josh, looking as though he had recalled some important piece of information took a note out of his pocket and handed it to Sam.

'What does it mean?' Josh asked as Sam read it.

Sam looked at it oddly. 'It's weird Josh.'

'I know.'

'According to this letter you did something nice,' Sam said sarcastically.

'Ha, ha,' Josh replied.

'I don't know what happened with you two last night. The last I saw of either of you, you were heading for the bar.' Sam told him giving him the note.

Josh took the note and shoved it into his pocket. 'What time is the meeting at?'

Sam looked at his watch. 'In about an hour. Toby should be heading over to your office soon.'

'Okay,' Josh said spinning on his feet. He walked out into the hall and towards the bullpen.

'Hey Bucko,' C.J. said walking towards her office.

Josh followed her.

'C.J. did you talk with Donna last night?' Josh asked her.

C.J. nodded. 'She was pretty broken up.'

Josh pretended to know what she was talking about. He took the note form his pocket. 'Do you have any idea what this means?'

C.J. read the note. 'No it's very cryptic.'

'What do you mean?' Josh asked her taking the note and putting it back into place.

'Well Donna seems to think you are a nice guy,' C.J. told him with a smile.

'Yeah Sam already beat you to that one,' Josh told her turning down the hall towards his office.

'What happened?' he asked himself.

His head pounding, he opened his office door. He was startled by a man sitting at his desk, feet prompted neatly amid piles of mess while casually smoking a cigar. Josh jumped back two feet, afraid to speak, and worried by look on Toby's face.

'Josh,' Toby said in recognition of his presence.

'Toby,' Josh replied.

Then slowly Toby said. 'Did you in fact, go out last night, and get so drunk you couldn't stand up straight this morning?'

'Well I wouldn't exactly put it that way,' Josh told him trying to ease into his less critical explanation, the one that he would make up because he couldn't remember the real one.

'Why!' Toby yelled. Josh winced and grabbed his ehad. 'Why would you do that?'

'I can't remember,' Josh replied, wincing with pain.

Toby snorted. 'Are you ready?'

'Yeah,' Josh replied making his way to the chair Toby had just vacated. 'Don't worry I'll be fine.'

Josh began to sit down but missed his chair by an inch and landed on the floor. Toby just stared at him and took a final poof from his cigar.

'You better be,' was all Toby said before leaving the room.

'Right,' Josh told himself. 'Now all you have to remember is…' he paused, 'is everything that happened yesterday.'

He got up off the floor and put his head down on his desk.