Disclaimer: I don't own them. I want them. O how I wan them.

Author's Note: Oh how I want to dance with somebody. I want to feel the heat with somebody… god what has happened to me… nevermind… here's a new chap… enjoy.

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Josh went to see Leo that afternoon. He was upset. He was more than angry. Not at Donna, he tried hard to blame her but he couldn't. He was angry with the Staff. He was angry with the world. He was angry with himself.

"Leo we are going to have a problem," Josh told him flatly when he entered the office. Margaret softly closed the door and Josh continued. "C.J. says..."

"I heard," Leo told him.

There was a lull. Josh stared at Leo as he read over some papers. He felt the tension boiling up. He had to say something.

"Leo I can't keep doing this," he said with a raised voice.

"Doing what?" Leo asked passively.

"I can't keep jumping over the road blocks. I can't keep arguing over and over again with Toby and C.J. about when the best time to announce would be and I don't want my marriage to become part of public relations..."

"Have you even asked her yet?" Leo asked him interrupting his enraged rant.

Josh stopped. "No I have... I've thought about it... but I mean it's just to soon... she'd think I was crazy... my point was..." he said getting back on message. "I'm not a story Leo. We're not a problem."

Leo looked straight at Josh. He had been trying to avoid speaking with him directly for a long time. He felt happy for them; he felt they were family. But he was too angry to talk to him.

"Josh the sooner you realize this is a problem the better," Leo began. "What you do is a reflection of the President..."

"What I do is a reflection of me," Josh told him forcefully. "Not to mention it's no one else's goddamn business!"

"Oh for God's sake Josh," Leo began in an irritated tone. "When has it ever been their business? I'm not worried about how it will make you feel. You are a visible member of this administration. They always think it's their business. You know that!"

"Why the hell do you think I didn't say something sooner!" Josh finally yelled. "You know I wasn't worried about how the American Public was going to take it. I was worried about how people here would take it."

"Josh you're held to a higher standard. You knew that when you took the job."

"Well you know I might not be for long," he threatened. "And when has it been morally wrong to have a committed relationship with another person?" He shouted violently acting out his rage. "I'm telling you now Leo, that if something doesn't change around here I won't be here for very long."

"Josh?" Leo sighed not taking him seriously.

Josh backed out the room and opened a door. "I can't... I have a thing now." He sounded calmer, but he was staring straight at Leo. He meant everything he had said.

"Okay," Leo said calmly. It was something that had to be dealt with. But at the White House there were any number of things that had to be dealt with. "We'll talk more later."

Josh left the room nearly slamming the door. Leo stood for a moment a look of anger on his face, he would have yelled but he managed to swell up his rage by mindlessly punching his desk.

No one from the Senior Staff had called Donna when she got home from the hospital. The President had managed to give her a call, which both alarmed and humbled her. Leo had sent her a card, one that Margaret had obviously signed. Toby had been the only one to send word through Josh, and some nice flowers.

She hadn't felt hurt. She knew what they must have been thinking. She had thought that perhaps she could understand. She tried very hard to understand.

Then she received an afternoon call.

"Hello?" she answered after the second ring.

"Hi Donna," a slow paced voice began. "I wasn't sure if I was going to catch you." There was an obvious note of awkwardness. "I'm not interrupting anything am I."

She almost laughed allowed. "Really Toby I'm sitting on the couch watching C-Span and eating….well I'm not exactly sure what I'm eating."

"Alright then," Toby said and took a short pause. "How are you?" he paused to ask. He was struggling with sentiment. Donna felt like she might cry. She knew Toby to well to see this as a hollow gesture.

"I'm better," she told him slowly. She smiled; sometimes men can just make you feel too good. "How about you?" She felt so dumb asking.

"I'm great," he answered then continued. "I just wanted to check in. Ummm... well... see... there's something going on."

She paused, worried.

"Josh exploded in Leo's office today," he told her.

"Toby he didn't..."

"No," Toby told her. "He's been perfectly fine since. He's not talking to any Senior Staff though. Donna... I..."

She sighed. "I'll try and talk with him Toby."

"You know," he started once more. "I just," he paused, trying very hard to phrase his remarks in the least incriminating fashion. "I just want to apologize for any damage my reaction may have caused."

"Toby," she said in protest. "You're just doing your job."

"That's really not a very good excuse for whatever it is that has been going on," he tried slowly, managing only to fall over his words.

"Well thank you," she told him with courage and a glad tone.

Toby had felt his self-conscious level of suppressed sympathy rising to a height beyond even his own belief. "I'd love to chat more," his tone sarcastic but kind. "But I have work to do."

She wanted to laugh. "I'll talk to Josh."

"Soon please."

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

She hung up. She never thought the sentiment would cross her mind. She had never imagined of all the people and things she might miss about the West Wing this might be one of them. She was pretty sure she actually missed Toby.