Should We Be Doing This?
Summary: Josh and Donna. Sam and Mallory. A telecommunications bill, amateur
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The White House deputy chief of staff and his assistant were burning the
Donna sat at her desk. Encircling her on the floor were stacks of files and
Although it was a minor reference, Josh worried that if brought up it could
Taking another swig of lukewarm coffee, Donna made a face into her mug. She
"Josh, tell me again why I'm doing this," she called out.
"Because it's important to the president, and therefore important to me and
"No," Donna clarified. "I mean, tell me what you promised me you'd do
She heard a groan. "Donna, you know."
"But I want to hear it again."
"Fine," Josh said. The sound of a book being snapped shut proceeded Josh's
"Andů" Donna prompted.
Josh sighed. "And I am going to help you paint your apartment."
Donna grinned. "That's good because I was thinking of maybe doing something
"No. I said I would paint. That's it. Just a can of paint, a roller and
"Well, that's just boring." Donna pouted.
"Donna! Some nights I do like to go home for a while, you know. This would
"Fine." Donna picked up another file as Josh disappeared back into his
Quiet descended again, save for the hum of computers and the nearly
"Josh!" she called. "I've got it!"
"Donna, no. No borders, no wainscoting, no fancy little designs."
"No," she said, skirting the files laid out around her desk to head towards
"You've found the reference?" Josh was up and at his door in a flash.
"I've found the reference!" Donna cried victoriously.
"Way to go!" Josh whooped, opening his arms to her.
Donna hugged him and he spun her around a bit in exuberance as she laughed.
Suddenly Donna's smile faded as she pulled back from him. Their eyes met and
A long moment later Donna pulled away.
"Wait," she breathed softly. "Should we be doing this?"
"I don't know," Josh replied.
"Should we try it again to see if that helps us make a determination?"
Where the first kiss had lasted moments, the next lasted minutes. This time
"I think we definitely *should* be doing this," he whispered.
"Oh yeah," Donna agreed.
Josh pulled her into his office and down onto the carpeted floor.
"Hey Josh, are you *still* here?" a voice called out from the other side of
Josh's head shot up at the sound.
"Sam?" he mouthed to Donna.
"Did you fall asleep in there or something?" The voice was coming closer.
"Sam!" Josh gasped. He rolled off of Donna who was frantically trying to
"Whoa!" said Sam.
"Yeah," said Josh, getting to his feet.
"Hey," mumbled Donna, also rising then rushing past the two of them and out
"Should you be doing that?" Sam watched Donna leave before turning back to
Josh ran a hand over his face, his eyes still trailing after Donna. "Huh?"
"I mean, she does work for you and all. You know what's said about the
Josh shot him a withering look. "And I should be taking advice on my love
"Point taken," Sam replied.
Once again Josh's gaze wandered out of the office in the direction Donna had
Sam gestured in that direction. "Maybe you should..."
Donna burst into the washroom and nearly screamed at the sight of another
"Mallory!" she said, a hand going to her heart. "What are you doing here?"
"Shhh!" Mallory replied, a finger on her lips. "Not so loud."
"Okay," Donna whispered. "Why are you here?"
"I went to the fundraiser tonight with my dad and I had to come back here to
"Why are we whispering?" Donna asked, still whispering.
"I don't want Sam to know I'm here. He'll think I'm spying on him."
"Why are you still here?"
"I'm spying on Sam."
"Mallory..." Donna shook her head.
"I know, I know," Mallory protested, raising a hand. "It's silly. But he
"Laurie is just his friend," Donna told her. "If you're ever going to start
"You're right," Mallory agreed. She eyed Donna. "Why are you here?"
"Here as in at the office? Because I was working late with Josh. Here as in
Mallory's jaw dropped. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, forgetting her request
"Yeah?" Donna asked.
"Well yeah!" Mallory confirmed. "The two of you; it's so obvious."
"Yeah," Donna agreed, nodding. "Maybe I should go inform Josh of that." She
Mallory rose from her seat. "I'm going to go let Sam know I'm going to trust
"Goodnight," Donna replied as Mallory walked out the door.
Donna left the washroom a minute later, rounded a corner in the hallway and
"Hey," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders. "I was looking for you."
"I was coming to find you."
"So," Josh began, studying her face. "About what happened..."
"You mean this?" Donna asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Or this?"
"Ah..." Josh stammered, his voice sounded strangled. "Yeah, all of that."
"All of this is a good thing, Joshua," Donna whispered in his ear.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Okay." Josh pulled her closer to him. "But this still doesn't mean I'm
"Shut up," Donna said, and helped to effectively silence him.
Sam froze in his tracks when he entered his office and saw who was sitting
"Hi Sam." Mallory smiled at him.
"Mallory. You're sitting here in my office," Sam observed.
"It's one o'clock in the morning."
Mallory shrugged. "Well you're here too."
"I had to come back to the office to grab a file. Which makes some sense as
"I had to come back here to get my car and my dad got security to let me in
"And now you're in my office," Sam declared.
"I've been waiting for you," Mallory told him. "Come here."
Sam eyed her warily. "Are you still mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you, Sam."
"Because I know you were mad when the press ran that picture of Laurie and
"I'm not mad at you, Sam," Mallory assured him.
"But honestly, Laurie and I are just friends."
"Sam," Mallory commanded. "Come here."
"What are you going to do?" Sam hesitated.
Mallory crooked her finger at him. "Just come here."
Keeping a close watch on her, Sam took a couple of steps toward her. When he
She didn't need to keep a tight grasp on him. Sam wasn't struggling.
Much later that morning, Donna arrived back at the office and made her way
"Morning," Donna called cheerfully. She joined Mallory in front of the
Mallory smiled and gave Donna an appraising look. Her shirt was different,
"Is that the same suit you wore yesterday?" Mallory asked.
"Yeah," Donna said, pausing in the application of her make-up to assess the
"Yeah," Mallory admitted.
The women's gazes met in the mirror as they exchanged secret grins.