Slight J/D fluff. Set right after The U.S. Poet Laureate., you say? Donna gets her own moment in the sun.
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. I am making no money off this. It's merely a product of my J/D-starved brain.


"Why do you think this one's so hard to spin?"
"Cause it's the classic Washington scandal. We screwed up by telling the truth."
"All right... let's try not to do that that much."
~The U.S. Poet Laureate


Josh leaned back in his chair and frowned. "Donna?" he yelled.

"What?" Donna asked from her desk outside.

"Come in here for a sec," he called, sitting upright at his computer. Donna came to the door. "What?"

"Come here," Josh said again, pushing away from the computer and standing up to let Donna have a look at it. "What's this?"

Donna looked confused. "Just sit," he ordered, gesturing at the chair.

Donna approached him cautiously. "If this is about your fan site, Josh, I swear CJ is going to know about it within the
next 15 seconds."

"No, no, no," Josh said impatiently. "SIT."

Donna sat gingerly in the chair. Being in Josh's office for no apparent reason always made her nervous. It wasn't so much
that she thought he'd screwed something up - something *else*, her subconscious told her. It was the little things, like the
smell he always had, or the faintly warm chair he used for computer work, which she was now sitting in. She peered at the
screen. "What am I looking at here?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," Josh said from behind her, his voice tinged with amusement and concern at the same time.

Donna focused on the Internet Explorer browser window on Josh's screen - or, more accurately, the banner that was displayed
at the top. "What - where did you find this?" she asked slowly, reading the content.

Josh looked guilty. "Well, uh, I was really bored, so I was doing Google searches of names of White House staff members."
He indicated the screen. "That's what I came up with for yours."

"Oh... kay..." Donna mumbled, eyes on the screen. "Um... yeah... okay."

"So? I'm guessing you didn't know about this," he said, leaning on the back of the chair.

"No, I most certainly did not," Donna said firmly. "" She turned around to glare at Josh.

He raised his arms in the air. "Don't look at me, I just found it."

Donna turned back to the screen and contemplated the website. "Okay, is this some sort of - who wrote this, anyways?" she
muttered, fingers drumming on Josh's desk. Josh leaned forward to read the sidebar menu. "'Donna sightings'," he read.
"'Donna stories'... 'Donna gallery'... 'Donna bio'... 'Donna links'... scroll down for a sec, I wanna see the rest of this."

"No, Joshua, I don't think so." Donna stood up. "Where can I find a hammer in this building?"

"I'm just gonna go and not be here when you get back with a hammer, okay?" said Josh, hurrying out of the office.

Donna went after him. "Josh, don't tell anybody, okay?"

"Yeah," Josh called over his shoulder as he disappeared down the narrow hall to the Communications bullpen.

Donna sighed and went back to her desk, feeling a very long day coming on.


Ok, sorry it's short. I'll have more up when I get my science homework done.