DISCLAIMER: I do not own "The West Wing" nor any of its characters. KD Brody
belongs to me, and if you don't know who she is, you might get a little
confused by this series.

SUMMARY: Toby's Point of View of the vital moments in his relationship with
KD.

NOTES: In part one, spoiler for KD #2 "One More Night" ::grins:: This is a
Mary Sue type story. Original character/Toby.


"What's this?" I ask Josh as he hands me a memo.

"New development." Josh replies with an amused smile. I grunt as I peruse
the words.

"We're gonna get overloaded with these damn things." I say. Josh shrugs.
Then it hits me. "Brody's working here??" I ask angrily. Josh nearly jumps.

"Yeah, she got that empty office two doors down from me." He replies. I
groan and storm off in that direction. Josh, confused, is hot on my heels.

"Toby, what's wrong? Calm down, man!" He calls.

"Leave me alone." I retort before storming into KD Brody's new office and
slam the door. "You're working here now?" I snap. She doesn't look up from
the report she's marking up.

"Hello, Toby. How are you? Me? Oh, I'm just fine." She says as she makes
another mark with her highlighter. Still reeling from the shock of the news,
I start pacing in front of her desk.

"It's Mr. Ziegler to you." I retort dryly. She chuckles.

"That's what you told me from the beginning, but have I listened?" She
replies, still not looking up. She makes a good point. She's called me Toby
or Mr. Ziegler variably on and off. I never know what to expect.

"You can't work here. Okay? You can't." I insist. She looks up at me with
a curious glance. A strand of her gentle brown hair falls into her eyes. Wow.
That's really unnverving. She looks almost as beautiful as she did last
night, but even now, she's . . . her eyes . . I just . . Stop it, Ziegler! I
look away and continue pacing. I came here for a reason, and watching her
isn't it.

"Why not? Because you don't like me?" KD retorts in amazement. I pause
and look at her, seeing her hair in her eyes again, and then nod resolutely.

"Absolutely. I don't like you. That works for me." I exclaim. She laughs
and throws the report on to her desk, getting to her feet. I really don't
want her to stand up. She stands up. God, she has a fascinating walk. She
walks around the desk and stops in front of me. God, am I staring?

"That hardly makes sense. Besides, you only don't like me because I'm too
much like you, and you despise that." She adds, a playful grin across her
face. I try my best to glare at her while brushing my jacket back so I can
put my hands to my waist by my pockets like I so often do. Why is it I have
this strange habit? I don't know. I don't care right now.

"Well, if that's true, than we only need one of our kind in this office.
I got here first, so get out." I retort. She chuckles. Nice laugh.

"What's next? This House isn't big enough for the two of us?" She says
playfully.

"Didn't I just say that?" I exclaim.

"I've got a job here. I signed a contract." She says seriously.

"I'll burn the damn thing." I insist with a shrug. Her eyes are
sparkling. Why do the damn eyes have to sparkle?

"You have no legitimate reason to not want me working here." She insists,
her lips trembling with tension. Oh, God, what am I doing here?

"You're immature, arrogant, a slacker and I have no doubts you have a
criminal record." I count off, regaining myself.

"You just can't find out for sure." She teases.

"Your file's been secured by the Bureau. They won't let me see it." I
reply in disappointment.

"I know. They called me the moment you made the request." She says with a
grin.

"Why is your file classified?" I snap.

"Because they just love me so much." She replies playfully.

"Very funny. You can't work here. It's a security risk." I try another
route.

"Oh, yeah right. If it were such an issue, Jed and Leo wouldn't have
asked me in the first place." She returns.

"They're personally biased." I snap angrily, getting tired of this
conversation.

"Well, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black." She retorts
quickly, her own patience being tried. At least I'm having some affect on
her. Lord knows, she's having one on me and it's damn upsetting. With a sigh,
I step closer to her. I can feel my nostrils tensing in anger.

"There is a very specific balance in this office, a balance that has been
nearly 18 months in the making. You can't just come out of nowhere and expect
to be a part of the team." I explain softly, but harshly.

"You're saying that I'm upsetting this balance? Already?" She asks softly
back.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying." I affirm, amazed at her sudden quietness.
Could she possibly be relenting?

"Sounds more like I'm just upsetting you." She retorts, half fiercely and
half playfully, a little smirk on her face trying to hide how upset she may
really be. I stare at her, six inches from her face, six inches from her
eyes. She shifts a little in her stance, perhaps wary under my gaze. God,
she's beautiful. I hate it when difficult women are beautiful. But she's got
something else too. I feel my legs moving forward. I'm closing in on her,
keeping my eyes locked with hers. She backs away, moving at the same pace I'm
moving, and keeping her gaze locked with mine. What am I doing? She opens her
mouth to talk but I raise a finger, a sharp gesture that silences her. We
move this way another inch, me now four inches from her face. God, I want
this. Does she? She clears her throat and opens her mouth again, but again, I
raise a finger and she says nothing. She's leaning against the desk now, but
I haven't stopped moving.

"Toby . . ." She starts nervously. "I know you're upset but please don't
kill me. You would be the prime suspect, you know?" She says weakly, sounding
like she's half joking and half truly afraid for her life. I put my hands on
either side of her, taking the edge of her desk in my hands. Still moving, I
tilt my head to the side, close my eyes and take hold of her lips in mine. It
was a gentle kiss, a tender one, and it was one of the most sincere I could
ever remember experiencing. To my surprising, I felt pressure from her side.
She was kissing me back. A first kiss, a splendid one. God, where does this
stuff come from? So I kissed her again, a little stronger, a little more of
her flesh in my lips. My right hand begins to creep across the desk until it
meets with the fabric that covers her hip, then it moves up into the crook of
her back, like it has a mind of its own. Next thing I know my left hand has
jumped straight up to the crease between her shoulder blades and I'm holding
her tight in a warm embrace, her mouth evenly locked into mine. I hold her
closer, closer, kissing her more passionately as each second passes. She has
her arms around me and all I feel is warmth. She moans slightly, softly, as I
slip my tongue in with hers.

"Hey, KD, I was wondering if-" Josh's voice interrupts us. I pull away
from her quickly, embarrassed and enraged that he didn't knock. I should have
known. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he's stopped short in the
doorway, his jaw dropped damn near to the floor. KD looks at the ground, her
face tense with thought as her shy face is slowly fading from the red it had
so brightly turned. "Perhaps I should have knocked." Josh murmurs softly.

"Yeah, maybe." KD whispers, staring at her feet. Josh nods and holds up a
packet of papers. He steps forward and puts them on her desk before trying to
escape the room as stealthily as he can. Silence in the room. Talk about an
awkward moment. I don't know what I'm feeling right now. My right hand is
still in the crook of her back. I look at her. She's staring at her feet,
seeming confused. Amazing that I found her weakness, but that's not the first
thing on my mind. I reach up with my left hand and touch her chin gently,
bringing her gaze up to meet mine. She stares into my eyes, trying to find
some message, something in them to tell her that I don't regret what we just
did. A weak smile spreads across her face, and one does on mine, the
realization that something has happened and I like it. It's so rare that
something happens and I like it. I want it again. So I lean forward and taste
her mouth with my own again. What took nearly a minute to intensify before
was already there as I clutch her close to my body, pressing her against the
desk and exploring her mouth. I feel her arms wrap around my neck and then
tighten as we forget about anything else that might be going on in this
world. So naturally something else would interrupt us, a soft knock at the
door doing the trick this time.

"Go away." I snap, taking a short breather before pressing my lips to her
again. KD smiles in the kiss, but returns it. I tighten my grip around her
and press her back a little more, almost leaning her down on the desk. She
giggles and then kisses me very passionately, sweetly.

"Toby, is that you?" CJ's voice calls from behind the door. Of all the
places for a first encounter, I realize, an office in the West Wing of the
White House is not the most discreet, nor the most private. With a sigh, I
bury my head into KD's neck and nuzzle the flesh there gently. She chuckles
and traces a finger up the back of my neck. It's a gentle touch and it
tickles a little, but God, it feels good. What have we gotten into here, I
wonder . . . .

"Do I still upset you?" KD whispers. I lift my head and stare her in the
eye. The sparkle is still there, and it's shining at me playfully. I
pretended to think about it, just staring into her eyes and realizing that
it's been too long since I've felt like this. With a smirk, I nod.

"Absolutely." I murmur almost seductively as I stroke her back, my thumb
gently moving under the soft fabric of her shirt to stroke the gentle flesh
there.

"KD, are you in there?" CJ's voice calls again, this time a little more
impatiently. How long have we kept her standing there?

"Yeah, I'm coming, CJ." KD calls back. "Reluctantly." She murmurs as she
slowly lingers in my arms for another secondly then hesitantly moves out of
them for the doorway. I watch her hips sway slightly as she reachse the door
and opens it to reveal CJ standing there with a curious, playful grin and
several people out in the bullpen looking our way with curious looks on their
face. Definitely not the most discreet place I could have done this.

"What were you two doing?" CJ exclaims in almost excitement. KD shoots
her a glare, a look that says 'grow up' but we all know that CJ is hinting at
something that's correct.

"Nothing." I exclaim suddenly, totally embarrassed and in flight mode. "I
have to go. I've got a . . . uh, a statement to write for when the president
goes to the floor tomorrow. I'll see you later, CJ. KD." I add, aware of the
fact that I'm turning a slight shade of pink as I move out of the room as
quickly as I can. I close the door behind me and lean against it, trying to
breathe and trying to understand everything has just happened. Did I just do
something really wrong? or really right? I don't even know. If I change my
mind now, I run the risk of hurting her. But it's not too late, right? I can
still. . . back out, right? Goddamn it.

I sigh and look down the hall to see Josh leaning out of his office with
an idiotic grin on his face. How old is he anyway? 12??? I roll my eyes and
take off in the opposite direction, trying to figure out what the hell I'm
gonna do now.