"You're here." He looked at his friend. Sam tossed his head back and wrattled the handle of his breif case. Josh went to tell him that was annoying, but it didn't come out right. "You came."

"Yes. We went through this last time. I'm here, I came.Can we skip a head?"

Josh nodded blankly.

"I'm here, and I'll stay here.."

Josh exhaled with palpable relief.

"If you leave."

"WHAT?" He actually stumbled back.

"Josh. You're killing yourself. You're killing Donna."

"You talked to her?" He talked to my Donna?

"No."

"Who? CJ?"

"No."

"Who? Damn it who is the deep throat!" Who was the common link? CJ, Sam, Toby, Donna..The person who spread information between them all, except Josh? He'd accused the assistants and almost gotten killed. Apparently they only did that with each other.

"Hey you're here!" It was Will Bailey.

It was Will Bailey.

"It's you." He breathed. "It's him?" He asked Sam without looking at him. "You're in on.."

"Josh! Focus!" His eyes snapped back to Sam. "I'm here. I'll stay.. you need to go. You need to take a week. Get a grip on yourself. Find Donna."

"String Quartet?" Josh whispered.

"All the stops."

"Don't be Leo?" He asked his best friend.

"Don't leave her waiting." Sam muttered.

"Where is she?" He looked from Sam to Will. Bailey reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys tossing them at Josh. Josh starred at them for a minute before glaring at Will ' Please Come Work For Me and Bingo Bob' Bailey.

"I've been at-. I haven't been there." He told him in a frightened tone. Josh looked at Sam.

"Alone on the floor Josh." Sam warned. "No Donna."

Josh was nodding now grabbing his coat, folding up files.

"I'll be.. I'll be.. You can call me."

"I won't." Sam said pulling the files from Josh's grasp and handing him a manila envelope. "Go."

He looked at Sam then at the files.

"It's a job. This is not who you are." He told him sternly. "She is who you are. Go."

He was nodding at him as he pulled on his coat and making his way towards the door. Stopping suddenly and coming back around the desk. He threw his arms around a surprised Sam.

"Thank you." He breathed moving back from him in what he hoped was the most manly way possible.

"Kiss Donna for me." Sam laughed.

"Not a chance Uncle Oscar." He yelled as he ran out of the office.