A NOTE:

Originally, I was not going to put a note on to my story. I was going to simply let it be as is. Then, I decided, as I was writing it, being the self conscious person that I am, that I needed to have some notes about it and my writing abilities. So, here goes:

You, the reader, will probably notice I have a lot of issues with tenses and pronouns and all that sort of stuff. I tried my best, but feel free to leave a review about my lack of grammatical skills. It will help.

Also, this is my first story EVER, though I did start to write another one for characters on "24" and my computer died. I would just like everyone to keep my lack of experience in mind. I am, by no means, a seasoned veteran.

Finally, no one should really feel as though they need to leave a review. If someone wants to, that's great, but I always leave horrible reviews for people and feel badly about it. I tend to just use ":)" which isn't really constructive criticism. For all those readers like me who feel guilty about their bad reviewing: don't worry about it here.

Thanks!

Oh, and P.S. --- sorry about the length of the note.

The door was opened normally.

The card was swiped through, giving a green light, and the handle was pulled down and the door was pushed open. The threshold received two people, who, to the best of their ability, walked in as casually as possible. It wasn't until the door closed that things began to get interesting.

They were now enjoying complete privacy. After spending six hours on a plane with friendly faces, traveling cross-country, they were alone, at last, in the cozy confines of a Los Angeles Sheraton. One would be surprised to understand how thoroughly these two people had anticipated this simple room in a hotel.

It wasn't a salacious affair, nor was it a one night stand. It wasn't a married couple getting away for the weekend, nor was it two newlyweds, spending their wedding-night. It was two people in love, finally able to be alone.

The sharing of the hotel room was nothing to bat an eyelid over. They had always shared a room on one of those short trips to the west coast. There was no need to scrutinize their arraignment, as nothing had ever happened before on a journey out west. Today, however, was not one of the normal days. Things had changed quite dramatically over the six months they had last been to California, and the scene now taking place was gospel to that statement.

"Okay. Let's try to maintain a level of professionalism," she said, interrupting the previous work her lips had been doing.

"Why bother? We have two hours until we have to be at the site."

"Yes, but people -- are going to be wanting to speak with you -- before hand, to strategize and -- what not. I have a feeling -- they'll be suspicious with you -- and me being up here for two hours." It was difficult to get a few words out before once again his lips were pressed upon hers.

"Let them wonder. For all they know we're playing Monopoly."

"You travel with a Monopoly set?"

"Okay. Cards," he said, finally breaking away for more than a few seconds. "We're playing a very in-depth game of cards."

"As much as I'd -- like to go along with that -- plan, I don't think -- it's going to -- work."

"Well, then I guess we'll have to make a new plan."

"Joshhh! Stop. As much as I'd like to continue this, you really need to go talk with Toby and Sam and C.J. about what the President is going to say."

"Alright, alright," Josh replied, getting up and finding his folder with his notes. "You know," he said, "you really should be less concerned with the affairs of our country right now and more concerned with the affairs of you and me. It's not every day that we can share a hotel room without getting a few questions sent our way."

"No, people always question me," she mumbled as she straightened out her skirt. "They don't seem to understand why it is that on a trip, everyone else gets their separate rooms, but you and I decide to share."

"I always say it's because we're trying to economize."

"I always say it's because you're helpless without me."

"Well, that too, I suppose, because when I am not in my own apartment, and work is combining itself in my living environment more so than it already does, I need aid from a beautiful woman," Josh said quickly as he walked over to give her a kiss on the cheek as the phone began to ring.

"I bet I know who's calling," she said as she reached over to get the phone, moving her hair out of the way and placing the receiver to her ear. "Hi Toby. Yes. Josh will be right down."

"Well, I guess I'm off."

"Yes."

She watched as Josh began to walk out and leave the room. "Good luck, and don't forget to show Toby the notes in your jacket pocket!" she shouted after him.

He smiled at the door, laughing to himself about how she always remembered everything, stuck out his arm out behind him as the door closed to wave good bye.

Donna then stood up and began to organize the rest of his folders. "This seems to be a good trip so far," she said to the desk, which said nothing in return, as desks are known to do. She was sure, however, that if the desk could talk, or if the beds could talk, or if the TV could talk, that they would all agree with her wholeheartedly.