"Leo!" Sam looked incredulously at the older man as they all sat in the dinning room during one of their Senior Staff meetings that Jed decided to have out of the office.

The current topic of discussion had already begun to escape Claudia Jean. Toby had long since begun to ignore all the occupants of the meeting, irritation settling in deep in his being.

"Sam." Leo scolded.

"Hang on," Josh stuck up for his buddy. "I think he might have something here."

"You can't possibly be taking him seriously?"

"I think there is some merit in his argument, Leo. I think the President should give this topic more consideration. I think we really should include this in the speech and maybe trump it up some more."

"That is exactly the opposite of what we should be doing," Toby tuned back into the conversation. He had to stick up for what he wasn't prepared to write about for a speech.

Jed sat back letting the younger men hash this out. For the time being it provided him some comic relief from his day, however fleeting a moment as it may prove to be. Just as he heard Leo start to yell at them to all shut up, he saw the door open and within seconds, he was graced with the presence of his beautiful bride of more years than either of them liked to count.

"Leo, you know I could hear you shouting from all the way down the hall?" Abbey breezed into the room, her chief of staff right behind her.

Leo looked from Josh and Sam to Abigail Bartlet. "I don't doubt that." He wasn't planning to apologize. He was trying to instill some sort of normalcy to the meeting before them. The problem was that Josh, Sam, and Toby loved to go at it like a bunch of teenagers.

"Abbey." Jed stood and approached his wife.

"Hey babe." Abbey placed a hand on her husband's chest, the other snaking around his back, embracing him. They shared a brief kiss.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Jed looked from Abbey to Amy, back to Abbey.

"I wouldn't exactly call this visit one of pleasure." Abbey warned. Turning her head to look behind her, she said, "Amy?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Why don't you tell them all why we've come to interrupt their meeting." Abbey smiled at her. They had planned this all out. It was Amy's idea. But Abbey was the one that had decided to go through with it.

"Yes ma'am." She took a few steps forward and just as she was about to tell them, thus opening up a new can of worms for the President's staff to deal with, the few doors to the dinning room opened at once and a sudden wave of black crashed into the room like a violent wave coming to sea during a storm at night.

"Everybody step away from the doors and windows," one of the many new bodies in the room gave voice to the standard line this situation called for.

"Crap!"

"Again?"

"What's going on?"

"Away from the doors and windows?"

"There are no windows and only a few doors in this room. Do you guys realize how stupid your standard line is?"

"Josh, just do it!"

"What happened?"

"Everyone, calm down." The President tried to claim a sense of calm amidst the storm of black suits bringing the news of yet another 'crash'. "Josh, you know the drill."

"Yes sir."

"Everyone, take a seat. We may be here for a while." Jed couldn't help but notice that most of his staff had found their way to their feet, probably startled from the service. Jed heard his staff murmur a number of 'yes sir's' as they all complied with his directive. "Good." He looked over to his wife. "It seems you picked one hell of a time to come visit."

"Well, you know me." She smiled at him as the two sat close together at the table.

"Yeah. A little too well." Jed searched her eyes, trying to find a clue as to what her visit during his meeting was all about. Why did she bring Amy with her? What was Amy about to tell them?

Abbey was about to say something to her husband when she heard an unusual voice of reason in the room. "Hey, maybe this time we should do something other than work to pass the time."

All eyes flew to the youngest person in the room. "It was just a thought." Sam gulped, feeling a bit too self-conscientious at this particular moment in time. "I mean. Some of these crashes last a long time. All we ever do is work through them. And sometimes the tempers flare a bit too much and we're trapped in here with that."

"What a brilliant idea Samuel Norman."

"Thank you." Sam took a beat. "Claudia Jean."

Leo's eyes found those of his best friend, giving him a look of concern. A look that begged an answer to the question, 'What the hell is about to happen and why?'

Jed, donning his own look of amusement, grinned. "Sam, that's a great idea. I've got just the game in mind."

"Crap." Leo muttered. Boy did he give that look to the wrong person. Maybe Abbey could help him out here. "Abbey?"

"Jed?" Abbey gave her husband a cautious glance.

"Yeah?"

"What are you planning?"

"Planning? To have fun of course!"

"Does this scare the crap out of anyone else?" Leo muttered again.

"I'm with you." Toby offered his boss.

"Sir, what did you have in mind?" Sam asked with cautious optimism. It could be fun.

"A game of Clue."

"Clue?"

"Clue?"

"You mean-"

"Jed?"

"Mr. President. With all due respect-"

"Sounds like fun!"

"Clue?"

"Well thank you, Sam." Jed picked out the one voice that seemed to be on his side.

"Jed."

"Yeah?"

"Clue?"

"A modified version." He offered.

"Modified?"

"Count me out."

"You have to participate, Tobias."

"Says who?"

"Me and the seal there on my carpet."

Toby glared at his boss. "Yes sir."

"There. Now everyone, this will be a lot more fun when you all realize, like Toby just did, that you have no say in the matter." Jed grinned as he picked up a pad of paper that was on the table for their meeting and wrote a few character names down. He then tore the names off the paper and folded them up. Giving them a good mixup and holding them in his cupped hands, he had everyone draw a piece of paper from his hands.

Next, each person picked out another piece of paper one said killer, one said accomplice, one said victim, the others said bystander. The third piece of paper everyone picked from had a room in the White House listed on it. And the final piece of paper they all drew was a 'weapon' that could be found throughout the White House.

After everyone drew their final two pieces of paper, Jed shared a master list of the 'who' 'what' and 'where' that everyone just chose from, so they had a basis to formulate their guesses.

"Okay, so what are the rules?" Sam asked, the only one that was truly into the idea of playing this game. Well, the only one other than Jed.

"Well, we don't have any dice or the game board in here so I say we role-play this out." Josh offered, starting to get into it.

"Great idea, Sparky." Amy sneered.

Josh gave her a look. "Thanks." He said sarcastically, not sure what he did to deserve the attitude from her.

"That's a great idea," Jed grinned, rubbing his hands together. "We'll role play it."

"Abbey."

Abbey looked to Leo and nodded, then turned to Jed. "Jed."

"Yeah?"

"Don't you think it's wrong to make everyone participate in this game?"

Jed shrugged. "I had no problems forcing them to a chili party why would I mind having them play a game to pass the time?"

"This is different."

"It'll be more fun." This was all falling on deaf ears, as Jed's mind was set. He loved to play the game of Clue.

Abbey sighed, giving Leo a look of, 'I tried.'

"Okay. So here is how it goes. As soon as I'm done explaining the rules, we all have to slip into our roles. From there on out we are our characters. We have all been invited to a party hosted by – Mrs. White." Jed tossed out a name of one of the characters. "We're there, mingling having fun when there's a storm which causes a blackout for a few seconds. When the light comes back on, or we close our eyes long enough for the victim to lay down and pretend to be dead, and then open our eyes, there's the victim and from there on out we all get to play detective, trying to gather clues to figure out who done it with what and what room we're in. Each person has a room and a weapon that they know of so they know that it couldn't possibly have been that. You have to question each other to figure out what their room and object was. Each person can only ask one room question and one weapon question to each person and the question has to be a yes or no answered question. You have to answer truthfully. If there's a debate over the question asked, if it is 'in the rules' I get to decide if it's allowed. No one can just blurt out their information in an attempt to speed up the game though, because if you do, you have to deal with me." Jed glared at each of them, driving his point home. "Everyone understand the rules?"

A sea of "Yes sir's" was echoed throughout the room.

"Okay everyone. Let's get started." He grinned.

"Wait."

"Yes?"

"Are we confined only to this dining room? I mean." Josh turned to the service agents. The rest of the residence is secure right? Can we not be cooped up in here?"

The agents looked at each other, then spoke into their microphones to make sure the entire residence was secure with an agent at every door and window. "You're restricted to this floor only. Stay away-"

"From the doors and windows. We know." Josh finished.

"Well, there you have it." Jed smiled at them. "Everyone let's tell each other who we are. I'll start. I'm Mr. Green." He looked to Abbey for her to go next.

Abbey stared at her husband for a long moment before finally giving in and playing his game. It could be fun. And if not, she'd make him pay later, in private. "Miss Scarlett."

A few people throughout the room snickered over the luck of the draw on that one.

Leo was next. "Oddly enough, I'm Colonel Mustard."

"Professor Plum." Sam grinned.

Jed chuckled. Wow. He didn't purposely set it up like this. How ironic.

"Mrs. White." Amy joined in.

"I'm the butler," Josh said, his voice showing his displeasure in his character.

"The butler did it." Amy grinned.

"Shut up." Josh chided her.

Toby cleared his throat. "I'm the cook."

CJ smirked. "I'm sure those Julia Childs shows will come into handy."

Toby glared at her. "And who are you?"

CJ pulled herself together and with all the dignity she could muster, she said, "Mrs. Peacock."

Everyone burst out laughing at the final person.

"Well. This should be interesting."