Unmentionables
by Vicki James, 2001
vicki_james98@hotmail.com
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Summary and spoilers: Josh and Donna. The Leadership Breakfast. 'Nuf said.
:)
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Seeing her neighbour's New York Times lying outside his doorway as she made
her way to her own apartment made Donna Moss cringe.
Karen Cahill wrote her column for the New York Times. The woman in front of
whom Donna had dropped her underwear.
'Guess my pithy and erudite conversation was not the most impressive part of
our meeting,' thought Donna sheepishly as she entered her apartment. She was
beyond mortified.
It was all *Josh's* fault, of course. If he hadn't kept her so late at the
office she would have had time to iron her freshly laundered and
surprise-free navy slacks that she had intended to wear to the South Street
Exhibit. As it turned out she had been forced to rush home and throw on her
black pants she had worn the day before.
To add insult to injury, Josh had the audacity to stand there twirling her
underwear around his finger in plain view of Sam and the entire bullpen. She
was pretty sure C.J. had noticed. Donna wondered what explanation Josh had
offered her.
In her bedroom Donna stripped off her work clothes then reached for her
comfy sweats hanging over a chair. She put one leg in, then frowned and
pulled it back out to peer suspiciously into the pant leg. Satisfied all was
clear she continued dressing.
Just as she was heading to the kitchen to see what she could come up with
for dinner the buzzer on her door sounded. Answering it, she was surprised
but not unhappy to find Josh standing before her.
"Hi," Donna said. "You're supposed to be in the middle of a meeting right
now."
"Cancelled," stated Josh, brushing past her into the apartment. He took off
his coat and flung it over a chair. Then he flopped down onto her sofa.
"O-kay," Donna acknowledged as she closed the door behind him. She eyed Josh
sprawled out in apparent comfort. "Tired?"
"Kinda." Josh put an arm behind his head. "What's for dinner?"
"I was just trying to figure that out. Can I get you a drink while you're
waiting, sir?" Donna's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Sure. But first..." Josh sat up to grab Donna's arm as she walked by,
"...we have to have that discussion about why your name was sewn into your
underwear." He pulled her down onto the sofa beside him.
"Josh! You are in so much trouble over that!"
"Me?" Josh feigned innocence. "What did I do?"
"Standing there, *fondling* my underwear in front of everyone! I thought I
was going to die."
"I was not fondling your underwear, Donna," he protested.
"Yes you were!" Donna exclaimed. "And you were *enjoying* it."
Josh grinned. "Maybe I was. So why do you sew your name into your
underwear?"
Donna hit him.
"I do not sew my name into my underwear. Why did you say that?"
"Hey," Josh said, spreading his arms wide, "I couldn't very well admit I
knew it was your underwear because they were the ones I gave you last
Valentine's Day!"
"No, I suppose not," grumbled Donna, taking advantage of his outstretched
arms to nestle in close to him. "But you're still in trouble."
"Am I going to be punished?" Josh asked hopefully. Donna's answer was a
throaty laugh.
Much later, Donna voiced a question.
"Why do you suppose Karen Cahill sent the underwear to you? Do you think she
suspects something about us?"
"I was kind of wondering that myself," admitted Josh.
"Maybe we could find out," mused Donna. "Hey, Karen Cahill mentioned she was
going to be at a reception that C.J. is attending. Do you think we could get
C.J. to..."
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The End