Fandom:

The West Wing AU

Pairing:

C.J./Danny

Rating:

PG-13 for topic

Distribution:

How much do I owe you for hauling it off?

Spoilers:

Up to and including Full Disclosure, from which the series follows on

Email:

exfilia at livejournal dot com

Disclaimer:

if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun

Warning:

mentions nonconsensual sex

Note:

Hoynes lovers should probably be hitting delete right about now.

"Okay, guys," said C.J. to the birds, "we are not doing the 'save both turkeys' thing again. Although I may be tempted in future."

"Tempted to do what?" asked Mitch.

"Strangle one reporter on a daily basis. Do you have any thoughts on either of these guys?"

"You should have put some newspaper down?"

"Nope. Toby gets it just like I got it a few years ago, recycled turkey food and all. Okay, which one would you rather be photographed with?"

"With the one with the stuffing and the cranberry sauce," said Mitch.

"You have an ambition to be a food reporter?"

"I have an ambition to win a Pulitzer prize."

"Ambition is good, Mitch, but poultry isn't gonna get you there."

"Speaking of overly developed ambition...."

"Were we?"

"...I hear that one of my predecessors has lost an intern."

"That's a shame. Anyone I know?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Mitch?"

"I heard Danny was sheltering a suspect in the Amy Gardner kidnapping."

"'Sheltering' a suspect?"

"Using the First Lady's pull to prevent an arrest on the grounds that he could run a better investigation than the Secret Service?"

"I don't think the Secret Service would roll over and play dead for the First Lady, much less Danny."

"Can I quote you on that?"

"You can say I have the utmost confidence in the ability of Secret Service personnel to do their jobs."

"And how about the administration?"

"I'll get you a quote."

"So Danny isn't missing any staffers?"

"Not that I've heard of, Mitch, but I don't have spy cameras in the East Wing. Why don't you ask Danny?"

"I was afraid you were going to say that."

"Donna? What's that?"

She held up a filmy ivory lace camisole set for Josh.

"And why is it being wrapped on my desk?"

"Because mine's not big enough. What did you get her?"

"Was I supposed to buy C.J. lingerie? I thought it was bad enough I had to go to the co-ed book thing! Hey, wait a minute. Aren't you a bridesmaid? I thought you didn't have to buy presents if you went to all the showers, or something."

"Maid of honor," Donna said. "This is from all the assistants. The book thing is the bridesmaid's shower, and then her sisters-in-law are doing the wine cellar one."

"Now that is a party I would love to attend!"

"Family only," said Donna. "Put your finger right there, will you?"

"So you can tell Danny I touched C.J.'s underwear?"

Donna glared at him. He was saved by Margaret's appearance in the door.

"They want you in the Oval," she said.

"Did they say about what?" he asked.

"The President calls you," said Donna, "and you ask questions?"

"To see if I need to bring anything?"

"I don't know what it's about," said Margaret. "Butterfield is in with Leo and the president and the First Lady and Danny."

"Oh, God, what now?"

"Just go find out," Donna told him. "Hey, Margaret? Put your finger right there?"