"Mr. President!"
"Jed!"
"You've known for an hour, Leo! And you didn't say anything!"
"How is this my fault? He's the one keeping it a secret!"
"Toby, where are you going?" Jed ended the sudden outburst of shouting voices the moment his director of communications got up and began walking out.
"I'm leaving, sir. Getting back to work."
"But Josh was just about to tell us why he thinks my wife is the killer."
"Oh, for crying out loud. Mrs. Bartlet is not the murderer. It's Sam. Sam did it in the Mural room with the fire poker. Mrs. Bartlet's the accomplice."
All eyes moved to Toby following his outburst.
"Sam?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Is this true?"
"What, Sir?"
"Are you in cohorts with my wife? Killing people behind my back."
"Cohorts?" Abbey flashed Jed one of her famous looks.
Jed gave a sheepish, almost angelic look.
"You're the one in cohorts with the Secret Service, keeping us all prisoners in here."
"Admit it. You've had fun." Jed wiggled his brows at her.
Josh, who didn't see the brow wiggling answered. "Well, I had fun."
"Ah, see Josh. I knew I kept you around for something."
"Thank you Sir. I think."
"Suck up." Amy giggled to herself.
"You're just jealous I got closer to solving this than you did."
"You were wrong."
"I was close. I said Mrs. B was the killer."
"But she wasn't." CJ joined in.
"But she was the accomplice."
"Why were you so certain I was the killer?" Abbey just had to know the answer to this question. She, after all, was an accused woman. Even if she stood clear now, she still wanted to hear the logic of reasoning behind her false accusation.
"You never seemed to be around when the clues were being left. And you were so interested in questioning others and tricking them, getting them confused. It seemed like you were doing that so no one would possibly think it was you. The person most after the truth wouldn't possibly be the one who did it."
"Toby?"
"Yes?" An irritated voice came.
"How'd you know it was Sam?"
"Yeah, Toby. How'd you know it was me?"
"You're the only one that couldn't pull off the art of trickery. I mean, you did a good enough job with Josh. But if anyone bothered to actually watch you or listen to you question the others, it was obvious that you held the knowledge of who it really was. And you would constantly try to cast suspicion out there, on others, to diverge it from yourself. Clever enough on it's own. But coming from you, Sam. It just wasn't believable."
Sam nodded, then looked to Leo.
Leo nodded at the young man. "It was pretty obvious."
Sam nodded. "Okay."
"Okay everyone. Know that the President's game is over, let's get back to work." Leo had to be the joy-kill guy.
Grumbles followed the bodies as they left the room.
"Jed."
"Yeah?" Jed turned at the doorway so he was standing perpendicular to it. His body leaned into the frame as his head turned to the side to look at his wife.
"You knew the whole time."
"Sam?"
"The crash."
"Yeah."
"You didn't tell me."
"I didn't think you'd play along if you knew."
"Why?"
Jed shrugged. He shifted his weight using the displaced weight to propel him forward, back into the room. "I wanted to be able to interrogate you."
"Well." Abbey watched him with a careful eye. "Had you played your cards right, you might have been able to take up your game of clue later tonight, in our room. Just the two of us."
"Did I play them right?"
"Not a chance."
"Abbey." He groaned, sitting on the couch in the living room area of the residence. He pulled Abbey down next to him and put an arm around her. When he got no answer, he smiled. "Miss Scarlett."
"And that's another thing."
"What is?"
"That."
"Miss Scarlett?"
"Yes. Calling me a vixen. A harlot."
"I didn't."
"You did."
Jed closed his eyes and thought about it. Maybe he did. "Yeah. Okay."
"I oughta-"
Jed's lips silenced Abbey's words. After a very long and passionate kiss, he pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and smiled a soft smile. "You oughta what?"
"I can't remember."
Jed grinned. "Maybe I'll just have to interrogate you." He kissed her again. "Do a pat down." His hands began to wander over her body. Abbey did nothing to stop him.
"Mmm." Was the only sound Abbey made. Maybe a little game of Clue between just the two of them wasn't out of the question.
The End
