Donna Moss entered her apartment and tossed her keys on the coffee table. She
collapsed, exhausted, on the couch and searched for the remote control. It had been her
first afternoon off in a long time, and she had spent the last part of it jogging along the
Potomac, an activity she had been promising herself for a while.
Donna found the remote control wedged in behind one of the
couch cushions, and flipped on the TV. She mustered the last of her energy to stand and
go into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.
*Josh will be calling any minute now* she thought.
Josh Lyman, the White House Deputy Chief of Staff and Donna's boss,had been at the
President's Town Hall meeting that evening, and would no doubt be calling her to recount
the details of the event.
Walking back to the living room, Donna grabbed the afghan she kept on the back of the
chair in her hallway and wrapped it around her shoulders, intending to settle in and
maybe catch a late-night TV movie. As she entered the living room, her intentions
slipped her mind as she stared at the story unfolding on the screen.
"Moments ago, shots were fired as the President and his
entourage were leaving the meeting..."
The reporter was replaced by a picture of the scene, and Donna no longer heard what was
being said as she scanned the crowd for Josh...
Donna arrived at the crime scene and parked her car on the
street near the yellow tape blocking off the area. She practically sprinted toward the scene
of the shooting, where her path was blocked by several FBI agents.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but this is a federal crime scene. No
one is allowed to enter."
"But I'm- I work for- Oh, God!" Donna couldn't find the
words, as she saw a body covered with a white sheet on a stretcher being loaded into an
ambulance. There were several other ambulances, as well as police cars, and nondescript
cars that Donna recognized as
CIA fleet sedans. Donna still could not see any of her co-workers, or the president's car.
The scene was overwhelming. Donna returned to her car and leaned against the door,
shaking in fear. She tried futilely
to wipe the tears from her eyes, tears which would not stop flowing.
*Josh...* was her only thought.
Suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder. Donna looked up,and was staring right into
the eyes of Josh Lyman. His hair was disheveled, and he had several tears in his shirt and
jacket, but otherwise, he looked okay.
"I knew I'd find you around here somewhere," Josh said, his
voice choked with emotion.
"Josh, I can't believe it...You're okay?" Donna asked.
"I'm okay...A few civilians were wounded?? was
"Oh, God. Is the president...and the others?"
"Everyone's fine. Fortunately. They caught the perpetrators,and...."Josh was cut off as
Donna wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and sobbed against his shoulder. He
understood how she felt.
He was pretty shaken up himself, but tried not to show it outwardly as He had helped to
deal with the aftermath of the shooting. He returned Donna's embrace, holding her
trembling form close to him. There were tears in his eyes too, even as he raised her head
and brushed hers
away with his thumbs
"I'm sorry, I-" attempted Donna, embarrassed at having acted so unprofessionally. He
was, after all, her boss as much as her friend.
"It's okay. We're okay," replied Josh, pulling her back
into his arms and resting his chin on the top of her head. They stood there for what
seemed like an eternity, amidst the chaos surrounding them, clinging to the only thing
that mattered: each other.