Title: Gravitation is Not Responsible (30/40?)
Author: Aerial312
Rating: PG-13
Category: Humor/Fluff/Angst/Romance (a little of everything)
Spoiler Info: Post Rosslyn.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…I just borrow.
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"I was just driving, and all of a sudden my speed started going down, and, and…"

"Calm down."

"It won't start—"

"Where—?"

"It won't turn, it won't anything."

"Where are you?"

"Like 4 blocks from the Capitol. I was going home—"

"You should call—"

"I called AAA. They're on their way."

"Wait in the car."

"I am."

"Lock your doors."

"I'm fine, Josh."

"I'm gonna call Sam to—"

"I'm fine. AAA only said 45 minutes."

"Forty-five!"

"That's a good estimate for them."

"Okay, okay. Then you have to get it to the shop."

"Yeah…fuck," she closed her eyes and leaned forward against the steering wheel.

"AAA will tow it. Do you have cash you have cash to give the guy?"

"Some."

"Okay, okay…I wish there was more I…"

"You stay where you are. Josh, don't—"

"I won't, don't worry."

"I don't need to be worried about that too…"

"Don't worry."

"Okay, card says that the first 3 miles are free."

"Should be under 3."

"Yeah."

"Do you know where you're taking it?"

"Wherever's closest."

"And how will you get home?"

"It's not that far—"

"Donna."

"It's not."

"I don't—"

"It's still light out, Josh."

He took a deep breath. "Call me as soon as you know where its going."

"Why?"

"I want to know."

"Why?"

"I'd like to have a word with the mechanic."

"Josh, no—"

"Yes."

"I don't want you getting worked up."

"I won't."

"Josh."

"I won't. I just want to make sure you don't get screwed over."

"Josh, I'll be fine."

"Mechanics take advantage of—"

"Of what?"

"Pretty young women."

"Oh do they?"

"Yes, they do."

"You're already getting worked up."

"Well, I'd calm down if—"

"Fine. When I know, you will get a call."

"Thank you. Fuck. My other line is beeping in. I need to take this. Leo said he'd be calling. Call me when you know what's up."

"I will."

"Or if you need anything."

"I will."

"Be careful."

"Answer your other line."

"Bye."

"Bye," he clicked to the other line. "Hello?"

"I was wondering if you were gonna answer."

"Sorry. Donna's having car trouble."

"She okay?"

"She's got it under control. She'll call me after AAA comes. This Tom Jordan thing isn't gonna go away."

"I know."

"His prosecutorial record…he's not going to come back from that."

"What do you suggest?"

"We can continue to stand by him while we look into this more."

"How long?"

"Till more damning evidence comes to light."

"And you think that's gonna happen?"

"I think so."

"Then why do we stand behind him for now?"

"On the off chance we're wrong?"

"And why--?"

"Because he's Sam's friend."

"Okay, okay. We'll play it your way."

"I've been doing nothing but reading up on this—"

"Donna's letting you?"

"As long as I'm reading, not arguing on the phone."

"She been getting rest?"

"Some."

"She needs more than some."

"There's no arguing with her sometimes."

"And?"

"And I appreciate the company."

"I thought as much."

"She keeps me sane."

"I know."

"I know I need to make sure she's okay, I just—"

"You're still trying to adjust. Just don't let her drive herself into the ground."

"Yeah."

"Don't make her come back tonight."

"Leo—"

"Don't. She needs the rest."

"I—"

"Let her relax for once."

"I…I will…uh…my other line is beeping…I need to…"

"Take it."

"Talk to you later," Josh clicked to the other line. "Yeah?"

"It's dropped off. Tow was only 2.5 miles, so it's covered."

"That was fast."

"The estimate is always longer."

"And you're okay?"

"I'm walking home now."

"You're--?"

"I'm fine."

"Yeah?"

"Fine."

"Did you talk to--?"

"I left my key in the envelope, in the mail slot, with a description of what happened."

"What's the name of--?"

"Vinny's Auto Repair."

"Okay, I'll look it up."

"Do not—"

"I will take it easy. I will, however, make sure you get taken care of properly."

"I just have to get some things together, that's what I was going home for in the first, but I should—"

"Take care of yourself."

"Josh—"

"I'll be okay."

"You think?"

"Don't get stressed out—take care of what you need to take care of, get some sleep."

"But—"

"Donna, Leo's gonna have my ass if you don't take care of—"

"I'm taking care of myself."

"Donna…"

"Josh…"

"I need to—"

"Get some rest."

"I need to take care of—"

"I'm fine."

"Josh!"

"Donna, I…I've got food in my freezer, and I can take care of myself for an evening…"

"You don't sound convinced."

"I'm fine."

"Okay…I'll come by first thing in the morning—"

"Lunch should be fine."

"Oh."

"Donna, if your car's in the shop, Georgetown's not exactly on the Metro line…lunch is fine."

"Okay…"

"Really."

"I wish…"

"Donna…I'm gonna…what do you need?"

"I don't' know."

"You should think about that."

"Josh…"

"It's not like I can come over right now."

"I know that! I…I don't know what I need…just…it's not…"

"Don't worry about me. Really, Donna. If I need you, I will call you."

"I'm just…this was really bad timing…

"If you need me to…"

"I can take care of it."

"Donna…"

"I can."

"If you need…"

"I'll let you know."

"Promise?"

"I promise."