Random Thoughts: This is just one of many scenarios I've worked up for how Donna and Josh will eventually get together. It's completely sappy with no redeeming social value whatsoever. Please let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I just like to have fun with them. Please don't sue me. I don't have any money.
Rating: PG-13 (for some later parts)
Blind Date (3/9)
The next morning an opportunity quickly presented itself that would allow Josh to save Donna from the blind date. Turns out that in addition to handling the Breckenridge confirmation, Leo wanted Josh to court the senators who might give them the most trouble. Since one of them was vacationing outside of Richmond, Josh made an appointment to meet with him early Saturday morning, which would require driving down this evening. There wasn't a legitimate reason for Donna to come with him. Well, no reason other than keeping him company during the drive and saving her from a boring date.
Donna was already at her desk when Josh walked in. "Morning Donna." He swung around her desk, grabbing her coffee and heading into his office.
"Hey! I happen to know that there's a Starbucks right around the corner from your house and that there is a coffee pot not 10 steps from your office," she said, as she followed him into his office with schedule in hand.
"Yes, but Starbucks won't sweeten my coffee the way I like it. Which, incidentally, is the way you like it. Plus, I'm a busy man and since my assistant can't be trained to bring me my own coffee, I'll just have to settle for hers," he said as he took his suit jacket off and began rifling through the piles on his desk.
"Yeah, well one of these days, I'm going to break myself of my caffeine-addiction and not get coffee in the morning. What will you do then?"
"Well, you'll be of no use to me then, so you'll have to go."
Donna pulled an affronted face and huffed. "Well, in that case, I might just toss your pager into the pond out back." She pulled the device from her suit jacket pocked as she sat in the chair in front of his desk.
Josh reached for it. "I knew you would have picked it up. I was looking for it and you last night, but you were both no where to be found. I figured you had done your secondary job of picking up after me."
"And what exactly is my primary job function?" Donna asked, holding the pager out of his reach.
Josh sat down and rested his elbows on the desk. "To make me look good."
"And I do this job how well?"
"And you will show your appreciation how?"
By kissing you senseless was his first thought. A blush crept up his face.
"Joshua?" Donna asked in mock-teacher tone.
"I will put in for your raise."
"And?" she asked, tossing his pager up and down in her hands.
"I will never, ever drink your coffee again," he replied, while sipping from her cup. "Starting Monday." He smiled.
She smiled back and tossed his pager to him. "Do you want to tell me what this meeting is with Breckenridge this morning? Margaret sent me an e-mail asking me to put it on your schedule."
Josh leaned forward in his chair, remembering the meeting. "Leo asked me last night to head up Breckenridge's confirmation."
"Wow. Congratulations. He's going to sail through, you know."
"Well, thanks. That's what I thought too, but there's a snag."
"Yep," replied Josh, leaning back and studying Donna's face. "He's been quoted on a book jacket sayiing that the U.S. should compensate the descendants of slaves for all their work."
Donna watched Josh's face for a minute. "That's a pretty tough issue to get around. It's not going to go over really big with some of the southern senators."
"Tell me something else I should know."
"Well, how many hours do you want me to block off around the meeting?"
"A couple. Maybe. I don't know."
"Josh what's wrong?" Donna asked, seeing the reluctance in his eyes.
Josh ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable talking to a black civil rights lawyer from Georgia about this issue. I'm a white Jewish guy from Connecticut."
"Josh, you'll be fine. You're a professional and so is he. Don't make it a personal issue and don't get all riled up on behalf of the entire United States," she said as she snagged her coffee off his desk to take a sip.
"You're right. You're right," said Josh, settling back in his chair. "I'm still nervous though."
"Josh, talk to him about it. Understand his point of view. Not every candidate you put before a selection committee is going to let the White House speak for them, as evidence by Associate Justice Mendoza. Don't expect him to squelch his beliefs in order to make your job easier."
As usual, Donna had gotten to the heart of Josh's problem. He was impressed and so grateful that this woman worked with him.
He reached for her coffee again. He looked her in the eyes. "Thanks Donna. I knew you'd understand."
"Following the twisted, strange path of your brain is also part of my job, isn't it?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Just for that, I have a favor to ask."
Donna straightened in her chair, eyes suspicious. "What kind of favor."
"You brought it up actually. There are some senators who are already making noise about his nomination."
"So, I need to go make some house calls."
"No way, Josh."
"Come on Donna. There's only one so far and it's only in Richmond. Tonight and tomorrow and you're done."
"And why exactly do you need me with you?"
"Well, besides keeping me from passing out from boredom at the wheel, I thought it would be fun."
"Fun? You thought it would be fun? You do realize that tomorrow is Saturday right? The weekend? You've probably heard of it and probably enjoyed it before you started working here."
"Donna, don't make me give my 'the White House doesn't close on the weekends' speech."
"Yes, please spare me that one," she replied sarcastically.
"Did you have something better to do this weekend?" he asked, hoping she would be eager to get out of her date.
Donna looked like she was going over her weekend in her mind. "I do have a date," she said, gauging Josh's reaction. She didn't know what she was looking for in his expression, but she wasn't disappointed when Josh winced.
He didn't mean to wince, but thoughts of Donna out with fawning, drooling, pawing men gave him a start. He tried to cover it with a smile. "A new victim?"
She laughed. "Honestly, Josh. Don't ask," she replied. She made up her mind. Spending a weekend with Josh was much better than the unknown that might await her with Hamilton. "It's fine. I'll cancel. Or actually, I'll have Margaret cancel." She smiled thinking of her friend's reaction.
Knowing full well what Margaret had to do with it, but not wanting to let on that he'd heard their conversation last night, he asked, "What does Margaret have to do with it?"
"Doesn't matter," she said, gathering her things and coffee. "You'll let me know what time you want to leave tonight?"
He smiled back at her. Even though she'd agreed to go with him, Josh didn't want her to be mad at him. "Donna? You're not mad are you?"
She sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. "Angry at you for ruining what could have been a blind date that led to true love?"
Josh laughed. "It probably would have been more like a torturous evening with a man with poor hygiene and a lisp."
Donna laughed with him, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "You're probably right," she said as she turned and headed towards her desk.
Now that Donna was going with him, Josh thought he'd feel better than he did. Although he was glad to have gotten her out of a blind date, he was disturbed by her sad countenance. And now that she was going with him, what was his role in making her eyes light up again? Was there a line in the sand between "just friends" and "something more?" And would he be willing to cross it when the time came?