Train of Thought
"Mr. President?" Leo poked his head into the oval office and found his best
"I never thought I'd see it, Leo." The President said calmly. Leo entered
"Never thought you'd see what, sir."
The President motioned with his hand for Leo to join him at the window.
"I sent the Photographer out with instructions not to interrupt but to get a
"He's gonna go paparazzi on our Communication staff?" Leo asked suddenly.
"What's he up to now?"
"Huh?" Leo asked, watching as Toby started yelling loudly at Ginger, who
"I guess our man got too close. CHARLIE!" The president called out loudly.
"Yes, sir?" Charlie stuck his head into the door.
"Would you tell the secret service not to kill the White House Photographer,
"Sure thing, Mr. President." Charlie shut the door to oval office and spoke
"Don't you have anything better to do." Mrs. Landingham's voice cut through
A man in a suit stepped forward and pressed his face against the window.
"What?" The man backed away embarrassed. "Yes?"
"Why don't you have a seat in the Mural room while you wait?" Mrs.
"Yes, Ma'am." The senator grinned sheepishly and moved into the mural room.
Mrs. Landingham closed the door behind him and knocked quietly on the oval
"What?" The President looked up at her annoyed.
"Senator Kelly, sir."
"Right." The President clapped Leo on the back and grabbed his jacket.
"Thank you, Mr. President." Leo walked away from the Window and into his
"Can the press see this?" Leo asked, interrupting their conversation.
"No, they're on the other side of the building, but if any of them decide to
"Do either of you know what they're doing out there?" Leo asked, moving
"Writing the State of the Union." Josh said with a sigh. "I'm still
"I'm trying to figure out how Sam can stand the smell of Toby's feet. God
"He's upwind." Josh said with conviction. "And I know this cause-"
"You're an outdoorsman." Leo and CJ finished for him.
"It's not going to snow or anything, right?" Leo asked them.
"I don't think so." Josh kept an eye on his friends on the lawn. Everyone
The rain pelted Josh's face as he slid along the wet grassy lawn to where
"Sam, Are you okay? Come on, talk to me." Josh patted Sam's cheek lightly.
"Kathy, scratch that last paragraph on religious tolerance. I think we just
Josh stood up and lightly kicked Sam in the side. "Get up. I can't believe
Sam stood up beside Josh with a grimacing smile. "Okay, you know what?
"We are never walking in the rain again, Samuel." Toby shouted clutching
"We got a lot of work done." Sam called back.
"Yes, but we almost got French fried."
Everyone walked towards the open doors leading to the Oval Office as Dr.
"Sam's stupidity almost killed us again." Toby growled at Sam, his hand
"Just a headache, Mrs. Bartlet."
"Sam?" Mrs. Bartlet looked for Sam in the group that entered the Oval
"I lost my train of thought. And my head hurts."
"I can't help with the first, but I can help with the second. Come on."
"I gotta say. That was pretty cool!" Josh exclaimed.
"Yes, Joshua. I live to make your life cool." Toby glared at Josh, wincing
"Why don't you all go home for the rest of the day. Take some aspirin, get
"Yes, Ma'am." The four soaked, mud caked staff stood without question and
Josh smiled at the remaining group. "It was still cool."