He'd gone to see him, to thank him for his help with the campaign. He'd gone to talk to him about Leo. He'd gone to find out if there was anything he could do to help him now.

He hadn't gone to talk about CJ. He couldn't even put together how Toby knew about CJ. He wondered who the mole was. He wondered if it was Sam. He hoped it wasn't Sam.

"What the hell Josh?" He'd said spreading his hands out over his face. "Do you have any idea what she'd been through?"

Even after Josh had explained everything he hadn't expected Toby to understand. He also hadn't expected him to defend her.

"You can't honestly blame CJ?" Toby's tone struck him as odd.

"How can I not?" He shook his head back and forth against the back of the couch. .

"Just because someone implies something doesn't mean that you have to run out and act on what they've implied. Donna is the one who took the information and ran with it. Donna's the one who used the information for-." He looked at Josh, knowing full well that he may actually get punched for talking about Donna this way. "All CJ did was plant the seed Josh. She just spoke with out thinking.."

"Oh my God." Josh breathed meeting Toby's face. The man looked away. "Tell me what I'm thinking isn't true. Tell me I'm wrong."

"Wrong about what Josh? You don't even know what your-." He hedged, moving further from the couch.

"For God's Sake! Toby tell me I'm wrong!" Josh shook his head. "I thought it was your brother!"

Toby looked at the mug in his hands.

"Son of a B-!"

"Josh!"

"She gave you-."

"It's not the information, Josh! It's what you choose to do with it!" Toby shouted at him. "I made the choice Josh. Donna made the choice."

"She shouldn't have put either of you in that position." He shook his head. "She had no right to. Not with Donna and defiantly not with you! Now she rides off into the sunset. She gets happily ever after with Danny Concannon. She gets her pick of careers. You get jail time. Your kids get gypped of a father."

"Shut up Josh." He yelled.

"You can't even go to Leo's-."

"Shut the hell up!"

"All because CJ Cregg can't keep her mouth shut?" Toby's eyes shot daggers at him, but he never disagreed. He never said it wasn't true.

"She saved your ass more times then-."

"When? The secret plan to fight inflation Toby? All in all, I think that was a minor guffaw in the sea of the secrets and lies of our administration." Ziegler looked away. "All this time you all had me convinced the worst thing that could have happened was me sleeping with Donna." Josh swallowed hard. "You'd have thought after the MS I'd have realized my sex life was meek in comparison."

"We'll see Josh. We'll see if you can do better. If the Santos administration can slip spotlessly into history."

"Don't. Don't do that! Don't use me as an outlet for your damn feelings of inadequacy! You tried that when you accused me of betraying Bartlett as you were leaking CJ's Military Secrets to the press. Don't talk about Matt Santos. You have no idea about Matt Santos. You don't know Matt Santos from John Hoynes."

"I know enough to know you got lucky!"

"I know enough to know that you're a bitter washed up politician who betrayed Jed Bartlett. And that you're going to go down for an old lover who's marrying someone else next spring." He accused, standing up and walking to the door. "Nice seeing you again. Thanks again for finding me before I bled to death at Rosyln. Have fun in prison." He listened to the door slam shut behind him.

She'd taken up residence in his old office. It was empty, most of the offices were. CJ said no one had been in Josh's since Cliff, who moved out pretty quickly. She'd muttered must still smell like Josh and CJ had laughed hysterically. She was right though, it did still smell like Josh. Well, like the both of them really. A year later and they were both still ingrained in the pores of the walls and the rug on the floor. So she'd made herself at home, election wrap up, transition team information, and lists of people and places to call were all spread out on the desk.

"DONNA!" She smiled at the way he had known she'd be there. She wondered if it was just habit or if he knew it was were she wanted to be.

"Don't shout." She told him instinctively, laughing as she looked up at him. He wasn't smiling.

"So. I guess you've picked out your office huh?"He said flatly rubbing his hand back through his hair.

"Josh?" Her tone was slightly less panicked than she was, but not much.

"I mean. I would have thought you'd want CJ's old-."

"What happened?" She looked at his shaky hands, wondering if they were clammy. She reached out for one.

"Nothing." He looked away from her.

"Josh?" She moved back into his line of site. "Tell me."

"I can't-. It's nothing, come here." He pulled her around the desk and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"Are you having symptoms?" She mumbled trying to keep the alarm out of her voice. "Cause if you feel-."

"Donna."

"Then we should go home for a while and rest because the funeral-."

"It's not a PTSD thing. It's an 'I thought I knew my friends and I don't' thing." She lifted her head up and studied him, just to be-. "I'm sure." He whispered catching her expression before kissing her.

"Your late." She said after taking a deep breath. "You have a meeting in the oval with the president and the congressman at two. It's ten after." He looked at his watch, she shook her head. "Josh-."

"Yeah." He moved past her towards the office door before stopping and shooting her a quirky, almost confused look."Donna?" She smiled nostalgically.

"I'm sorry." She said grinning slyly. "It's this building. I makes me want to do things for you."

He walked back a few paces and kissed her again before hurrying out the door.

"We should have done that more." He called.

"You would have never been on time!" She shouted.

"I would have! I had the most amazing assistant!" She smiled even wider as his yell faded around the corner. Her breath quickened as she thought of every moment just like that one and how she had almost taken them all for granted.

It was past one am when she heard him stagger in. She rolled towards the door.

"Josh?"

"Hey."

"You didn't call." She tried not to sound hurt.

"I was in a meeting." He sounded confused.

"You're meeting lasted eleven hours?" She kept her voice gentle.

"I.. we.." She debated letting him struggle, before coming to his rescue.

"Disagreed? Loudly? Right outside the Oval?" She sat up now, watching him struggle out of his tie.

"Who called you?"

"Not you."She muttered.

"I'm sorry Donna!" He didn't sound sorry.

"Margaret." She answered his previous question softer than she had intended too. "Josh?"

"I.. I just.." He flopped down to sit on the bed she crawled towards him and worked his tie all the way off and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I couldn't imagine Leo and Bartlett ever shouting at each other over who or what-."

"What did the President say?" She watched his questioning glance. "Debbie told Margaret.."

"He said they did."

"Did you fix things with the Congressman?" He shook his head no as she pulled his undershirt over his head. She smiled realizing he didn't seem to notice that she was undressing him like a child.

"No." He shook his head. "I.. He was gone."

"He probably went home to his wife." She muttered, watching his shoulders droop as she pulled his belt from around his waist.

"Donna I'm-." She put her hands on his face.

"Sorry." She grimaced at him. "I just.."

"I should have called."

"No. I know how this works. I don't have to be so-." She put her hands out in front of her.

"I think I though if today never ended.." He melted his forehead into the warmness of her open palm. She turned to pull him against her chest.

"Then tomorrow wouldn't come?" He didn't answer, just pressed tighter against her. "Josh." She nudged him back until he was laying on the bed. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his body before swinging his legs onto the bed and curling back up against him. "You need to sleep." He nodded his head into her shoulder. "Just go to sleep."