Disclaimer: I don't own them. I am too tired to say more. Well not really because I said more but I am just saying… I don't own them.
Author's note: I think Josh is insane. But so is this cat. So yep no cats in this. Have to find that remote. Anywho have fun.
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"Josh?" Sam began as he stepped into the office of Deputy COS, whose head was resting on his desk.
Josh moaned, but didn't move.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked moving closer to him, closing the door behind him.
Josh moaned again.
"You are so dead," Sam laughed.
"It's not funny," Josh told him, moving his head to an angle where his eyes were looking up at Sam's chin. "I have to meet with people, serious people, and I can't…"
"Walk straight," Sam said sarcastically.
"Concentrate," Josh finished. He lifted himself up and rubbed his eye lids. "Donna's dad died," Josh muttered in a sad, yet oddly not chauvinistic tone.
"Yeah," Sam said looking at him surprised. "I thought you knew that."
Josh looked at him and sighed. "Seriously Sam anything that's happened in the last twenty-four hours is a blur." He began to stand up. "God!" he sighed.
"What?" Sam asked in rushed worry.
"Do you know how bad it would be if I slept with Donna…?"
Sam let out a little snicker. "Okay I'm going to stop you there," Sam told him with a huge smile. "As much as I would love to see you quake in fear for whatever it is you think you did with Donna last night I can assure you that there was no sex."
Josh tilted his head. "How would you know?"
"I talked to Donna," Sam said. "I was assured that there was no sex. And that you slept on her couch."
"Hmm," was all Josh could manage.
"Have you called her?" Sam asked.
Josh looked up at him. "I'm sorry what?" His mind had wandered to other things. Things that he surely didn't want to discuss with Donna, and knew he would get fired if he discussed them with Sam.
"On the phone? Did you call her?" Sam repeated.
"Oh," Josh said. "No."
"I should have known," Sam said, as they both turned and headed out of the office.
"What?" Josh asked him.
"That you wouldn't use the most logical course of action," Sam told him.
They reached Toby's office, both trying to look sober. Sam because he was far to amused to let Toby ruin a good mood. Josh because well he was still a little drunk.
Toby looked up at them, eyes filled with stern seriousness. "Are you ready?" he asked pointing to Josh.
Josh held up the folders in his hands.
"I'll take that as a yes," Toby replied, glaring. "What do you need?" he asked Sam, who was still standing behind Josh trying to hold in a smile.
"C.J. said no," Sam replied, moving around Josh to face Toby.
"For the N. double A. C. P.?" Toby asked for clarification.
"Yeah," Sam said with a nod.
Josh decided that the conversation had nothing to do with him, so he left the room. He went into Sam's office, and looked for a phone.
"Won't she be flying?" he asked himself aloud, thankfully no one was watching.
He picked up the phone, and began to dial. He had to tell Donna he was sorry. He had to tell Donna that she would be okay. And if the note came up, or last night came up well he figured that was just a bonus.