Falling Into Forever
Characters: Leo, Margaret, General Cast
Disclaimer: The characters are from the NBC, WB, TV show The West Wing; they do not belong to me.
Summary: Margaret finally gets to take a trip to California. But, it doesn't turn out like she thinks.
Spoiler: Anything up to and including The Stormy Present
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Author's Note:Beta & Additional Ideas By: Lynn, who always goes above and beyond
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The alarm goes off and Margaret reaches over and smacks it
with zest. She knows she shouldnít be taking her anger out on an object, but at
least this way, she wonít get fired. Because if she hit who she really wanted
to right now, sheíd be out of a job and would probably have the Secret Service
in her face too! She rolls out of bed and heads off to the shower. Here she is
in a five star hotel in sunny LA and hasnít had a minute to enjoy it since she
got here. When Leo first told her they were all heading for California, she was
ecstatic. Leo hasnít been away from the White House in months, which means she
hasnít been anywhere either.
So much has happened this past year and most of it was not
good. It has taken its toll on Leo and the rest of the staff and if she would
be honest with herself, it has had an effect on her as well. So when Leo
informed her of this trip, she thought it would be great to get away for a
while. Especially with it being on Valentineís Day weekend. She wouldnít have
to spend another lonely Valentineís Day, pinning away in her apartment for a
man who was so unattainable. Sheíd still probably sulk a little, but at least
in would be in five star comfort with room service.
They have been here for three days and Margaret hasnít
gotten to do anything that she had planned on doing. She has spent her entire
time at Leoís beck and call. There has been meeting after meeting after meeting
and after the meetings are over with for the day, Leo wants to go over the
notes at night and be ready for the next day of meetings. Leo has kept her
busier than if they were at the White House. All of the others have gotten to
go out in the evenings and enjoy themselves, but she has been stuck with Leo.
Normally, that would be okay, but he has been a real grouch since they left DC.
Itís almost six am, and Margaret is finishing up with her
makeup getting ready for her early breakfast meeting that sheís having with
Leo. A meeting that she is so not looking forward to. She has no idea what
happened before they left, but something has been bothering him for the past
few days and she has had no luck in figuring out what it. Sheís just putting on
the last of her makeup when thereís a knock on her door. "I wonder who that
might be?" she sarcastically says to herself, as she heads to the door and
"Margaret!" Leo impatiently bellows from the other side of
Margaret opens the door and gives him her patented
squinty-eyed look. "Leo, you do know some people are still trying to sleep?"
Margaret glances at her watch. "I didnít think we were meeting until six?"
"I have six on my watch, yours must be slow," Leo huffs at
her as he enters her room. "Are you ready yet? We have a lot to do today before
we head back to DC this evening."
"What?" she demands, "I thought we werenít leaving until
"Nah, change in plans. The Presidentís decided to go back
early tonight. I guess he doesnít want to waste anymore of the tax payersí
money." Leo knows the real reason for the change in plans though. The President
forgot that today was Valentineís Day and Abbey will kill him if heís not home
"Great, just great." Margaret gives Leo a look. She had
hopes that after todayís meetings she would have sometime to sightsee, but that
just went to hell in a hand basket. She has been looking forward to this trip
to the West Coast, but Leo has really screwed that up for her.
"Well, are you ready?" Leo asks, as he moves towards her
"Yes Leo, Iím ready." Margaret picks up her suit jacket and puts
it on and as she heads for the door.
Leo opens the door for her and they move toward the
elevators. Leo presses the button, folds his arms on his chest and impatiently
starts to tap his foot.
"Leo, calm down. Itíll be here in a second." Margaret is worn-out
from working late last night and she has only had four hours of sleep. Sheís
pretty sure that Leo has had even less. But, mostly sheís pissed that Leo has
ruined her entire trip.
"I am calm!" Leo growls back at her.
Margaretís tiredness and his abominable mood get the better
of her. "You are not! Youíve been driving everyone crazy on this trip. Leo,
what the hell is wrong with you?" Margaret says, before she even thinks.
The ring of the elevator arriving puts a hold on a stunned
Leoís return comments. He motions her into the small space and follows her in.
Heís just about ready to say something when the elevator suddenly lurches, and
Margaret is thrown into his arms. He manages to help them maintain their
balance somehow as he holds on tightly to her.
"Are you okay?" he asks her.
"Yeah, I think so. What was that?" Margaret says with a
voice full of anxiety as she tries to pull from his arms.
But, before Leo can answer or Margaret can pull from his
arms. The elevator suddenly drops and they go flying towards the wall. Leo has
just enough time to twist his body around and put himself between the wall and
Margaret. The elevator stops falling just as quickly as it started. They wind
up as a tangled mess on the floor, with Margaret on top of Leo.
Margaret rolls off of Leo and sits up. Sheís still a little
disoriented and it takes a couple of seconds for her to figure out just what
has happened. Her side is hurting and so is her hip. Sheís about to say
something about the pain, when she looks over at Leo, who is still laying on
the floor on his side, his face is grimaced in pain and there is blood running
from a cut on the right side of his eyebrow.
"Leo," she says, as she moves to his side, suddenly
forgetting about her own pain. "Are you okay?"
"Iím fine," he exhales out between pained breaths.
"No, youíre not," Margaret says as she lays a hand on his
leg, "where does it hurt?"
"My... shoulder. I think I... dislocated it or something when I
hit the wall," Leo says, as he cradles his right arm against his chest.
"You also have a nasty cut on your head," she informs him
and she starts searching thought her purse for something to press against it.
She finds some old napkins and presses them to his head. The blood quickly
soaks through the thin napkins despite the pressure she held on it. Margaret
gets a concerned look on her face as she pulls them off and starts searching
for something else to try and stop the bleeding. She needs to hold more
pressure to the cut to stop the bleeding.
"Margaret, donít worry about it. Head wounds always bleed a
lot. Iím fine." Leo tries to reassure her.
"Leo, I donít have anything else for it," she says in a
panic as sheís frantically searching through her purse.
"Here take this," Leo pulls out his silk handkerchief that
is in his suit pocket. "Apply more pressure this time, please."
Margaret gives him a look. "Leo, I was putting pressure on
"Okay, I just... itís..." Leo stops. He realizes that Margaret
is doing it right and heís just frustrated. He closes his eyes in pain and
Margaret nods her head in acknowledgment of his apology and
then sits down by his head and gently moves his head into her lap. The pain in
her side is getting worse, but she is not going to give into it. Leo needs her
and she canít let him down.
Leo tries to protest this. "Margaret, youíre going to get
blood all over you."
Margaret ignores his comments, gives him a face and
continues on. She presses the handkerchief firmly onto his forehead and holds
it there for a few minutes. Margaret sits there and starts to absentmindedly
stroke her fingers lightly through his hair. Neither of them talking as they
ponder their fate.
Leo would love to have her to continue running her fingers
through his hair. No one has done that in years, but his shoulder is really
starting to throb laying in this position. "Margaret can you help me sit up?
Itís very uncomfortable laying in this position." Leo starts to push off the
ground with his left arm.
Margaret helps Leo into a sitting position and against the
wall of the elevator. He moans out in pain and Margaret flinches. When she does
this, so almost let out her own moan of pain. Moving him really aggravated her
"Leo, are you sure itís just a dislocated shoulder." She
manages to get out with no evidence of pain showing in her voice. She touches
Leoís left shoulder in an effort to comfort him as she reapplies the
handkerchief to his forehead. "Does your head hurt too? Are you dizzy?"
Margaret fires off her questions.
"No my head doesnít really hurt that much and Iím not
dizzy," Leo explains as he tries to find a comfortable position to hold his
right arm in to alleviate the pain in his shoulder. "Yeah, itís dislocated. I
did it once before when I was in the Air Force. So, Iím pretty sure. Same
shoulder too," Leo grimaces as he leans back against the wall.
Margaret gets sad look on her face as she starts to imagine
all kinds of terrible ways that Leo could have injured his shoulder during the
war. Sheís about to ask him, but he has already anticipated her and read her
"No, Margaret," Leo lets out a sigh. "I didnít do it by any
of the dreadful ways you just imagined. I dislocated it during a very rough
game of flag football at my base camp," he smirks.
"Why donít you check and see if the emergency phone is
working?" Leo nods his head in the direction of the phone.
"Okay." Margaret removes the handkerchief from his head and
notices that it has slowed down considerably. "Hey, itís almost stopped
"See, I told ya."
Margaret turns her head and gets up. She doesnít want Leo to
see her face cringe in pain. Her side is really starting to bother her and
helping move Leo against the wall didnít help it at all. She wonders if maybe
she might have bruised a rib. She painfully makes it to her feet and goes to
the phone box.† She opens the panel that
houses the phone. "Hello, is there anyone there? Hello! Hello! Help us! Weíre
stuck in your damn elevator." She pulls the phone away from her ear and stares
at it. "Itís not working, Leo." She informs him as she slams it back into its
box. She walks back over and sits down next to him.
"Do you have your cell phone with you?" Leo asks.
"No, I left it in the room, itís recharging," Margaret
"Well, Iíve got mine," Leo pauses and lets out a breath.
"But, youíre going to have to um... get it."
"Okay, no problem." Margaret stares at him, wondering why
heís acting so funny.
"Itís in my right front pants pocket," Leo tells her as some
red flushing creeps onto his face.
"Okay," she says. "No problem." She moves over to his other
side and slowly starts to put her hand into his pocket. Leo flinches when her
hand touches his leg. "Sorry." She tells him.
"No problem, I um... Iím okay, go on," he remarks as she reaches
further into his pocket and grabs a hold of the much sought after device and
pulls it out of his pocket.
"Got it," she announces. She flips it open and calls the
"Who are you calling?"
"Shh," she tells Leo. "Hello, yes this is Margaret McGuire.
Leo McGarry and I are stuck in your elevator. It fell several feet and then it
stopped. No, I donít know. Please hurry, Mr. McGarry is injured and needs to
get some medical help. Not too serious, I think; but, heís in a lot of pain,
heís got a nasty cut on his forehead, and he thinks heís dislocated his
shoulder. Yes, okay. Hereís the cell phone number. Weíll be here." Margaret
closes the phone after she gives the cell phone number and puts it down.
"How did you know the hotel phone number?" Once again Margaret
amazes her boss.
Margaret gives him that Ďwhat do you mean lookí. "Iím the
one who made all the reservations." She reminds him.
Margaret interrupts him. "Once Iíve called a number, I
remember it. My mind just works that way."
"Well, for once, Iím glad it does." Leo pauses. "Well, what
did they say?"
"The fool at the front desk wanted to know what floor we
were stuck at. Like how the hell would I know that?" Margaret blurts out in an
exasperated voice. "They said they would get someone to us as soon as they
could. She said theyíd have to call the fire department, and they will have to
get us out. I should call Donna and let her tell the rest of the staff."
"Nah, let them sleep. No sense them worrying over nothing."
"Yeah, we wouldnít want to ruin their trip." Margaret says
in a very sarcastically voice. "And what do you mean by nothing to worry
about?† We could plunge to the bottom
floor at any second now and you think thereís nothing to worry about," she says
in a very infuriated voice.
"Margaret. Calm down. Thatís not how these elevators work.
They have safety features that stop them from falling too far. Thatís why we
only fell a few short feet."
"Feels like we fell further," she says as she rubs a sore
spot on her hip where is bounced off the wall. When she does this, the ache in
her side is just too much to stand and a gasp on pain makes it out of her lips
and she grabs her side.
"Margaret, are you okay?" Leo tries to reach out to her, but
when he moves his good arm, he other one drops further onto his lap and causes
him to moan out in pain. He quickly pulls his hand back and grabs a hold of his
arm and holds it against his chest.
"Leo, stop moving around," she says as she lays a comforting
hand on his leg.
"Margaret, youíre hurt arenít you?" Leoís eyes grow dark
with the realization that Margaret is hurt. "Why did you try to hide it? You
could have broken a rib and all this moving around isnít helping it."
"Leo, Iím sure itís just bruised or I pulled a muscle,
besides it hurts just a little." She fabricates as she moves closer to Leo. She
has an idea on how to relieve some of Leoís pain.
"Margaret, you need to stop moving around," Leo informs her.
Margaret ignores him and kneels next to him. "Leo, do you
think we could get you tie off without causing you too much pain?"
Leo realizes what she means. "Yeah, letís try it, but after
this you are going to stop moving around, Okay?"
"Okay, youíre the boss." Margaret relents as she reaches
over to undo his tie.
"Now you tell me." Leo smirks.
Margaret brushes her fingertips against his neck. "Sorry,"
She mutters as she continues to unknot it. She finally gets it undone and
slowly pulls it off. She unbuttons the top few buttons of Leoís shirt to make
him more comfortable and to provide more support for his arm. She ties a knot
in his tie and slowly slips it back around his neck. She holds the loop out for
him and he carefully puts his arm through it. She helps lower his arm into the
make shift sling, then she slips his hand through his open shirt and it rests
against his chest. "Now, you can move your other arm a little more without
causing your shoulder so much pain."
"Thanks, Margaret," Leo pants out. "Itíll feel better soon.
Now sit down next to me and stop moving around, please," He pleads with her.
"Well, at least your head stopped bleeding." Margaret
chooses to ignore his comments. "I bet youíre going to have to get a few
stitches to close it up." Margaret has moved closer to his face to examine the
"Yeah, looks like it, but then again, Iím not a doctor." She
is so close that she can see her reflection in his eyes. She quickly backs
away. She canít let him get any ideas about how she feels about him, besides,
right now sheís still mad at him about his bad mood and that fact that if he
hadnít wanted to have an early meeting, they wouldnít be here in the first
"Whatís wrong? Is it your side?"
"No, itís fine. Nothingís wrong with it." She flatly denies.
"Listen, Iím sorry that I made you go to breakfast with me
this morning, itís just that ..." Leo doesnít continue, because his cell phone
rings and interrupts him.
"Hello, Margaret McGuire speaking," she says into the phone.
She listens for a couple of seconds and nods her head. "Okay, thanks. Weíll be
She turns towards Leo. "That was the front desk. They called
the fire department and they are on their way."
"Margaret, whatís wrong?"
"Leo, I really donít want to talk about it."
"You know, it might help to talk about it." Leo pries.
"Not with you!" She huffs out.
"Why not me? Just because Iím your boss, doesnít mean I
"Yeah right," Margaret snorts, "it sure hasnít seemed like
that these last few days." Margaret canít hold back anymore. She stands up and
lets him have it. "Leo, you have been unbearable these past few days. Your mood
is one thing, but you havenít given me a single moment to enjoy this trip. This
just isnít what I expected this week to be like."
Leo has been spoiling for a fight all week and he has
finally found it. "I donít know what you expected, but we are here on business
and I donít think the tax payers would understand you sightseeing on their
dime." The pain in his shoulder is forgotten as he growls back at her.
"Leo I know weíre here to do a job, but my God, everyone
else has had time to go sightseeing or go to a nice restaurant. But Iíve been
stuck with you the whole time!" Margaretís face is red with angry.
"Well, Iím sorry that this has been such a hardship for
you!" Leo huffs as he starts to get up, but the pain that goes shooting through
his arm as he moves, makes him think better about it. He tries to cover it up.
He doesnít want her pity right now. He settles back against the wall and
informs her that, "you work for me and...."
"Donít remind me." Margaret interrupts him. She notices the
grimace of pain that crosses his face, and it take every bearing of her fiber
not to rush to his side. She canít let her emotions about him cloud her
judgment right now. She needs to get these issues between them resolved. "You
know, I only get paid for forty hours a week, maybe I should start working only
forty from now on!"
This last statement shocks Leo and he visibly flinches from
her comment. Margaret has always been ĎI go home when you go homeí. He has
never demanded that she stay until he goes home everyday. But yet, there she
is, always by his side. Leoís face turns sad at the prospect of her not being
there with him all the time. Of all the people he knows, she is the last person
that he should be taking his problems out on. He knows that he needs to tell
her whatís going on, but heís not sure if heís ready to talk about it. So he
goes with the easy way out. "Margaret, Iím really sorry."
Margaretís not willing to let Leo off the hook a quick
apology. "Leo, who spit in your cheerios this week?"
"I donít eat cereal." Leo smirks.
"I know that, you idiot," Margaret pauses. "itís just a
figure of speak." She sits back down beside him. "Leo, whatís going on?"
"Nothing," Leo refuses to look her in the eye.
"Leo, this isnít like you. Yes, you do have a certain
cantankerous image to maintain, but this is beyond that. You normally donít
take it out on me this much."
Leoís head drops at her last statement. Itís true, he has
treated her terribly these past few days. Leo raises his head and looks into
her eyes. He tries to tell her. "Itís just..." But he stops. Heís not sure how to
"Just what, Leo?"
"Nothing," Leo says as he changes his mind.
"Leo, how long have I worked for you?"
"Ah, I donít know the exact number of years." Leo tries to
add up the years quickly in his head. "Whatís that got to do with it anyway?"
"Itíll be fourteen years next month," Margaret informs him.
"So, I think I should know when youíre not telling me the truth. So spill it.
Whatís going on, Leo?"
"I just... I didnít want to go to breakfast alone this
morning," he quietly mumbles.
"Margaret, what do you want from me?"
"I want the truth and I think that I deserve it after all
these years. Especially after how you have treated me this past few days."
"Yeah... you do," Leo takes a breather. The pain from his
shoulder and Margaretís questions are wearing him down. "Because todayís...
"Okay, well... thatís clear as mud." Margaret pauses as she
gives him a puzzled look. "Well, that explains this morningís breakfast
meeting, but what about your ill humor?"
"Yeah, well since the divorce I..." Leo stops.
"Leo, there have been at least three Valentineís Days since
your divorce. Why is this one causing so much trouble?"
"The day before we left, Mallory came to see me... she told me
that... her mother is getting remarried."
"Oh, Leo, Iím so sorry." Margaret stares at Leoís hand that
is resting on his leg. He still wears his wedding ring. She knows that he
always thought or hoped that she would come back to him. She reaches out and
places her hand on his.
Leo raises his head and looks into her eyes. He sees only
love there, not pity. How could he have missed it before? Sheís in love with
him. All these years, his happiness has been right here in front of him, and he
was too blind to see it. In the past couple of years heís known that he has had
feelings for her, but he hasnít allowed himself to actually feel or act on
them. He was certain that she didnít feel the same way about him. Leo gives her
a small smile. "Itís okay, Iím sorry that Iíve been such a bear these past few
of days. I really have been over the divorce for a long while, but this just... I
guess caught me by surprise and ...."
"Leo, itís okay. You donít have to explain anything to me."
"Yes, I do. You see... I was jealous that Jenny was getting on
with her life and that she has found someone and then I realized it was
Valentineís Day and I wondered just how many more years was I going to be alone
on that day again and..."
"Leo, you are an attractive man with so much to offer a
woman; I know that someday you will find someone to love and who will love you
in return." It kills Margaret to say this. She knows that he could never feel
the way about her that she does about him. She only wants Leo to be happy.
"But you see, Margaret, I already have found someone, but
Iíve been afraid to tell her." Leo sees the look of disappointment on her face.
Margaretís heart sinks. There went any hope she had for
them. "Well then, you need to tell the lucky woman. Whatís stopping you?"
"I didnít think she would be interested."
"Leo, only a fool wouldnít be interested in you," she
blushes at what she just said.
"Margaret, ...itís you." He pauses and looks for her response.
"I love you and have for a long time now."
"Me!" Margaret is shocked; never in her wildest dreams did
she ever think she would hear those words coming out of his mouth. "Oh Leo, ...I...
love you too."
"Good, that makes things so much easier now." Leo leans over
and brushes his lips against hers. The share a gentle first kiss. Leo would
like to kiss her more, but the pain in his shoulder is stopping him and he
pulls back in frustration. "Iím sorry, but I just canít lean over without my
"Thatís okay, I can come to you," Margaret says, as she
scoots over closer to Leo, and leans in closer to him to initiate the kiss this
time. She is afraid to hurt him, so she balances herself away from him, she
only experiences a little discomfort in her side, and so she continues on.
"Margaret, you should stay still. You could have a..." Leo
gives up the second her lips touch his.
This simple kiss slowly turns more intense as they increase
the pressure on each otherís lips, and then they stop again for a moment, to
look into each otherís eyes.
"Margaret, where have you been all my life?" He asks as he
reaches up to trace her jaw line with his fingertips.
"Right here under your nose, for a good deal of it," she
says, as she cups her hand under his chin and leans in again, this time she
opens her lips and hesitantly brushes her tongue along his bottom lip, she
pulls back once more and shyly looks at him with a small smug grin and she sees
a dark passion in his eyes. The pain in her side has been forgotten and sheís
only aware of the tenderness that they are sharing.
"Oh, Margaret. I love you," he says, as he nods his head for
her to continue.
"I love you too," she whispers as she leans in to
passionately explore his mouth, his tongue meets and tangles with hers and they
dance an old dance of love.
Leo reaches up and places his hand behind her head and pulls
her closer to him. The pain in his shoulder is forgotten for the moment.† This is what has been missing from his life,
and it has been here in front of him all along.†
Neither of them notices the cell phone ringing beside them
on the floor; they are so caught up in each other, and it is only when they
hear feet drop onto the elevator roof that they break apart and look up.†
Margaret begins to stand up and Leo reaches out with his
good hand to stop her, "We will continue this later, we have things we need to
talk about. Okay?" Leo professes as he takes her hand and gives it a tender
Margaret bobs her head. "Yeah," she says, as she gently
touches her lips that are swollen with passion.
"I want this... you and me.†
Iíve wanted this for a long time," Leo confesses his strong desire.
"Me, too," she agrees.
"I donít want to wait any longer to begin a relationship. Is
that is okay with you?" Leo prompts.
"Itís definitely okay with me," she tells him as she gives
him a gentle smile.
"Very okay," she assures him and to show him, she leans in
to brush a quick kiss on his lips.
"Okay, good. Now, letís get out the hell out of here." Leo
gives her his heart-stopping grin.
The trap door on top of the elevator opens up to reveal a
firefighter. "Hello, down there." The firefighter says, as she lowers herself
down into the elevator.
Margaret is standing up now. "Boy, we sure are glad to see
The firefighter kneels next to Leo and checks him out
quickly. "Sir, do you think you can stand?"
"Yeah." He says, as he starts to get up. Margaret and the
firefighter help him up to his feet. He sways a little after he gets to his
feet. Margaret grabs his arm and steadies him.
"Sir, weíre going to pull you up out of here on a chair like
apparatus. All you have to do is sit and enjoy the ride." The firefighter looks
back up the trap door. "Okay, send it down."
"She may have a broken rib." Leo nods his head in Margaretís
"Leo, I told you Iím fine. My side is just bruised."
Margaret glares at him.
"Donít worry, Sir. Sheíll be riding out of here the same way
as you. Weíll make sure she gets checked out at the hospital, too."
Leo is soon strapped into the chair and ready to be lifted
out. Itís a short ride, because they are just a few feet below an opening to a
floor. Several hands pull him out of the elevator shaft and into the hallway.
Leo is surprised to see Josh and Donna waiting for him. The firefighter undoes
Leo and helps him onto a waiting stretcher. The chair is sent back down to get
Margaret and his briefcase.
They both rush to his side. Josh is the first to speak.
"Leo, are you okay?"
"Is Margaret okay?" Donna asks.
"Yeah, I think she so. She may have a broken or bruised rib
and some bruises."
The medic starts working on Leoís cut and soon has a large
bandage placed on it. He is just about done examining him when Margaret has
finally been set free from the chair and joins the medic by Leoís side. "How is
"Looks like heíll need a few stitches and his shoulder is
definitely separated, and he could possibly have a concussion. Weíre getting
ready to transport him."
"I donít have an concussion!" Leo growls.
"Leo, you are not a doctor." She fires back at him.
Leo reaches out with his good hand and grabs her hand and
gently pulls her down to him. "I may not be a doctor, but I sure want to give
you an examination later." He whispers into her ear only loud enough for
Margaret to hear.
"Leo!" She says, as she lightly slaps him on his leg.
Josh and Donna are standing there with their mouths open
watching the two of them. They arenít acting like the Leo and Margaret they
know. They both looked at each other and mouthed the words. "What happened down
"Iíll talk with Margaret later." Donna tells a stunned
"Okay," is all that Josh can manage to come up with?
"Iím going to the hospital with him," Margaret tells the
"Are you family? Only family can ride in the ambulance." The
medic questions her as he starts to gather up his equipment.
Before Margaret has a chance to speak up, Leo does. "Yes,
she is and she needs to get checked out at the hospital anyway for any
injuries. She wonít tell anyone, but her side is hurting her."
"Okay, letís get you both to the hospital," the medic
"Margaret, weíll follow behind you guys, Okay?" Josh informs
"Josh, thereís really no reason to. Itís just a cut and a
separated shoulder; Iíll be back here before you know it. You need to handle
this morningís meeting now, since I wonít be there."
arrives with Leoís briefcase and Margaretís purse.
"Josh, take my briefcase, all the notes are inside you will
need for this morningís meeting. I should be back in time for this afternoonís
meeting." Leo pauses as he fights off a wave of pain. "I take it you havenít
told the President."
"Havenít told the President, what?" A commanding voice
behind Leo says. Leo has been too distracted by pain to have heard the
thundering footsteps of several agents making the way down the hall.
"Mr. President," Leo says as he starts to stand up, but is
stopped by a well-placed hand and a look from Margaret.
"Donít you dare get up," the President says, as he moves to
his friendís side. Jed frowns at the shape that Leo is in. His shirt is soaked
with blood and his face is filled with pain. "Leo, are you okay?"
"Iím fine, Sir," he says, in an unconvincing voice.
"Right, well then... why donít you just get up and go to that
meeting this morning?"
"I donít think I will, Sir." Leo admits. "But, Iíll be back
in time for this afternoonís meeting."
"Leo, you are not going to any meetings today. The only
place youíre going is to the hospital. And if they should happen to let you
leave today, you will come right back here to your room and spend the rest of
the day in bed."
"Do I need to make that an order, Leo?" Jed turns to
Margaret. "Margaret, heís not to attend any meetings today. If and when he gets
back from the hospital today, he is to stay in bed. Youíre in charge,
"Yes, Sir." Margaret agrees as she gazes down at Leo who is
rolling his eyes and grinning at the prospect of her being in charge of him.
"Mr. President," Ron Butterfield steps up next to the
President. "We need to leave this area, itís not as secure as I would like.
Sir, we only agreed to let you come here for a minute."
"Ok, Ron." Jed turns his attention back to his friend. "I
mean it Leo. Iíll stop back in later to check up on you, okay?"
"Yeah." Leo mumbles.
"Margaret," the President places a hand on her arm. "Take
care of him?"
"Yes, Sir, I will," she says with a smile. "Itís second
nature to me by now, Sir."
"Right," Jed says as he looks down at Leo. "You going to be
"Iíll be fine, Sir." Leo says, as he reaches out with his
good arm and tenderly takes a hold of Margaretís hand. "Iíve got Margaret."
When Margaret and Leo get back to the hotel, itís almost
noon. Leo spent the entire ride from the emergency room; sound asleep in her
arms in the limo that the President had sent for them.
"Leo," Margaret gently strokes his face, "weíre back at the
hotel. Time to wake up."
"Is there any press?" Leo mumbles as he tries to wake up.
"The agent has brought us the back entrance, Leo," she
informs Leo. "I donít see anyone, so far."
"Good," Leo says as he straightens up in his seat. "I donít
want to have to go through that circus again today."
When they removed Leo from the hotel that morning, there was
press all over the lobby and the outside of the hotel. A fire truck and
ambulance being sent to the hotel where the President is staying, is big news.
The press woke up and swamped the area like flies. Leo was not happy to be
photographed and video taped being placed into an ambulance. A quick thinking
Margaret called Mallory, from the ambulance, to let her know that her father
was basically fine and he would call her later that day with more details. By
the time they got to the hospital, the Secret Service already had the situation
under control there and no press was allowed close enough to get any more
Agents are waiting for them at the kitchen entrance. They
help get Leo out of the limo and surround him as they make their way towards the
staff elevators. Margaret hesitates a little before entering the elevator.
"Margaret," Leo takes her by the hand, "itís okay."
She bobs her head and lets him lead her into the elevator.
They stand there hand in hand as the elevator makes its way up to the top floor
of the hotel. Margaret lets go of his hand as it stops. When the doors open she
is out of there like a flash.
Leo grins at her departure. "Margaret, lightening doesnít
strike twice," he tells her as he joins her in the hallway.
They head off to Leoís room. They enter and Leo goes
directly to the phone to check for messages. Heís got several messages. Most
are from the President, checking to see if heís back yet. Also, he has one from
Mallory and Abbey. Heís relieved to discover that none of the messages are work
related. Heís a lot more tired than he would like to admit and the thought of
lying down on his bed and napping is very appealing to him right now, but with
a sigh he sits down on the edge of his bed and picks up the phone.
His first call is to his daughter. He tells her about the
six stitches he received in his eyebrow and that they were successful in
getting his shoulder back into place. Heíd have to keep it immobilized for a
few days, but it should be fine after that. He tells her that Margaret is fine
and that they will be coming home that night. He tells her he loves her and
then hangs up.
His next call is to Abbey. "Hi Abbey," Leo says into the
phone after she comes onto the line.
"Leo, are you and Margaret okay?" she asks. "Jed called and
told me what happened."
"Weíre fine. Margaret bruised her hip and side pretty good.
I imagine they will turn some pretty colors before itís all over with." Leo
smiles at the fact that he might get a chance to see those bruises.
"Leo, how are you? Jed said you dislocated a shoulder and
had nasty cut on the eyebrow and a possible concussion."
"No concussion. I did get six stitches in my right eyebrow
and Iím sure that Iíll have a nice shiner in the morning. I did dislocate my
shoulder. I have it in some sort of sling like thing, which keeps my arm
immobilized. I only have to wear it for a few days."
"Leo, I wish I had made the trip out there with you."
"Abbey, what could you have done?"
"Nothing, but I could be there now taking care of you."
"Nah, Iíve got Margaret doing that." Leo glances at Margaret
and gives her his best impish grin.
"I bet she is." Abbey smirks. "Seriously, Leo are you okay?"
"Abbey, Iím fine. In a couple of weeks, Iíll be good as
"Well, I hope you realize that when you get back here
tonight, youíre staying here in the Residence and I going to check you over for
"Yes, Maíam." Leo winces at the thought of Abbey examining
him. "But youíll have to work hard to convince Margaret to leave my side," Leo
informs her best friendís wife.
"No problem, we have plenty of rooms, besides I want to make
sure that she is okay, too."
"Iím sure sheíll love that." Leo rolls his eyes.
"Leo," Abbeyís voice turns serious. "Jed was really upset
when he called, does he know that youíre back and okay?"
"Yes, Abbey. Margaret has talked with him several times this
morning and the agents informed him that we are back at the hotel. Iím sure
weíll be getting a Presidential visit as soon as he can get back from his
"You know he wonít be happy until he sees you with his own
eyes, for that matter neither will I."
"I know, Abbey." Leo pauses as he wonders if he should tell
her about him and Margaret. "Abbey, I have something I need to tell you when we
get home tonight. Donít worry itís good news, but I donít want to announce it
over the phone, Okay?"
"Leo, I just want you to know that I talked with Mallory
today. I called her after Jed called me this morning. I didnít want her to hear
about you on the news, but Margaret had already beat me to it." Abbey pauses,
sheí not sure if she should bring this up on the phone, but decides that she
wants Leo to know that sheís there for him. These past few months have been
hard on them and their friendship has greatly suffered. It has only been lately
that they have been anything more than cordial to one another. Abbey realizes
that she went too far with him, but doesnít know how to make it right. "Leo,
Mallory told me about Jenny. I also heard from Jed that you have been less than
your happy self lately."
"Donít worry about it," automatically flies from his mouth,
but he really does mean it. Heís fine. Heís got Margaret. "Abbey, yes itís true
that I wasnít exactly little Miss Mary Sunshine these past few days, but itís
really okay, now. Thatís part of what I wanted to tell you. Hell, I might as
well tell you now, because as soon as Ďheí finds out, Ďheíllí be on the phone
blabbing to you."
"Okay, Iím listening."
"Margaret and I... are going to pursue a romantic
relationship, as of today."
"Oh Leo, itís about time! She is so perfect for you. Iíve
always thought that there was something there."
"Thanks, donít tell the President though, Iíll tell him when
I see him." Leo wonders just how transparent heís been about his feelings towards
"Okay, I wonít. Leo, I am so happy for you two."
"Thanks. Abbey, I am..." A huge yawn interrupts their
conversation. "Sorry, Iím really tired, and believe it or not, Iím going to lay
down and take a nap."
"Okay, Iíll see you tonight. Bye."
"Bye," Leo says as he hangs up the phone and faces an
"What?" He asks.
"You told the First Lady," Margaret stammers out.
"The First Lady knows," Margaret restates, as she starts to
wring her hands.
"Yeah. Margaret itís okay. Sheís very happy for us." Leo
tries to get up but the pain in his shoulder forces him to stay on the bed. He
brings up his left hand and holds his injured arm tighter against his body.
"Leo." She says, as walks over and sits down next to him.
"You need to stop moving around so much." She lays a hand on his leg. "Are you
in a lot of pain?"
"Not much." He tells her as her looks into her eyes. He
reaches up and takes a strand of her and places it behind her ear.
"Is that not much on the normal personís standard, or are we
using the ĎIím fineí Leo McGarry scale?" She smirks to him as she leans over
and lays her head on his good shoulder.
"Yeah, it hurts," Leo sheepishly admits.
"They said you could take more of your ibuprofen when we got
back to the hotel. Iíll get it." Margaret gets up off the bed and goes to her
purse and pulls out the liquid prescription strength ibuprofen and dispenser
that they gave her at the hospital. She pours out the correct dose and takes it
to Leo. "Here, Iíll get you some water to wash it down with." Margaret goes to
the small refrigerator and gets him a bottle of water and hands it to him.
Leo takes the bottle and then just stares at her.
"What?" She asks.
He holds the bottle back out to her, "Could you open it,
please?" He asks.
"Oh, Leo, sorry. I just wasnít thinking," as she takes the
bottle and unscrews the cap and then hands it back to him.
"Youíre welcome," She replies. "You told the First Lady."
"Will you get over it?" Leo smirks.
"Margaret," Leoís tone turns a little serious. "I told you
before that we would continue our talk and actions that we started in the
elevator, but right now I just need to lay down and sleep."
"Okay," Margaret says sadly, as she gets back off the bed
and starts to walk away. "Iíll be out in the other room if you need me."
"Margaret?" The sound and tone of Leoís voice stops her and
makes her turn around. "I want you here with me." Leo pats the area next to him
on the bed. "I want you in my bed, next to me. I need you here." He pleads with
his voice and his eyes.
"Okay," Margaret shyly says, as she walks back over to the
bed. She helps Leo get situated and then crawls into bed next to him.
"Margaret, I just wanted to tell you again how sorry I am
for the way Iíd been treating you these past few days."
"Shh, Leo it doesnít matter anymore, my love. Donít worry
about anything, just go to sleep," she tells him as she takes his hand and
gives it a squeeze.
"Margaret, I love you." He reaffirms as he returns her squeeze.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"Funny," she says, as she scoots closer to him, "I was just
thinking the same thing."
The President gets back to the hotel a little after three
oíclock. The first thing he does is head for Leoís room. Ron had informed him
earlier that Leo and Margaret got back to the hotel at noon. The President,
surrounded by several agents, knocks softly on the door of Leoís suite. Thereís
no answer. He knows that Leo is in there, because an agent is posted outside
the door. "He must be asleep, Iím surprised that Margaret isnít in there
watching him." He turns to the agent. "Has she left the room?"
"Sir, no one has left and entered the room, since I relieved
the agent an hour ago, Sir." The young clean-cut man informs his President.
"Do you have a key to his room?"
"Yes Sir." The agent replies as he produces a card key from
his pocket and walks over and unlocks the door.
"Thanks," the President says, as he starts to enter the
"Youíre welcome, Sir." The agent replies.
"Mr. President, we need to sweep the room first," Ron
informs the President.
"Okay," he says as he steps aside and lets a couple of
agents in the room. They are back in a matter of seconds.
"All clear, Sir." An agent informs the President.
"Was Leo inside?"
"Yes Sir, heís asleep."
"Oh, okay. Iím just going to go in and check on him." Jed
enters Leoís room and a couple of agents follow and take up position in the
living area of Leoís suite.
Jed walks through the living area of Leoís suite and into
the darkened bedroom. He hears the soft sounds of Leoís breathing, he also
hears another person too. As he gets closer to the bed, he sees that Leo is not
alone on the bed. Margaret is curled up next to him, with a protective hand
resting on his good shoulder. Jed smiles as he sits down in the chair next to
the bed. He should have known that Margaret would never leave his side. Sheís
always been the one who has taken care of him. She was there for him during the
drinking and the drugs, rehab, the campaigns, his divorce and too many other
things to even try to remember.
Jed has been sitting in the room for just a few minutes,
thinking about their relationship and something that seems to have changed,
when Margaret begins to stir. She rouses, looks up and notices that someone
else is in the room. She sees that itís the President and quickly tries to get
off the bed. But this quick movement makes her side hurt and she lets out a
gasp of pain. Jed is on his feet and on her side of the bed in record time.
"No, Margaret itís okay. Please donít get up."
"Itís okay, Sir. I just moved too fast. I only bruised my
side." She continues to get up while holding her side.
Jed tries to grab a hold of her arm and help her out of bed.
"Margaret are you sure you should get up? You should stay put, you two have had
quiet an experience today."
"Thatís okay, Sir. I can manage. Iím fine," she tells the
"Margaret, I think you been spending too much time with ĎMr.
Iím Fineí. Are you sure youíre okay?"
"Yes, Sir," she reaffirms, as she slowly gets up off the bed
and starts moving around the room. "Sir, I hate to ask you this, but do you
think you could sit here and watch him for a couple of minutes? I want to get
changed out of these clothes." Margaret looks down at the stain that is on her
skirt. Leoís dried blood is all over it. She shivers at the thought at what
could have happened to them today.
"Iíd be happy to sit here while you do that. Take your time.
Maybe if you soak in the tub it would help your side?" Jed tells her as he
escorts her to the door. "Heíll be fine Margaret."
"I wonít be gone long," she tells the President.
"Margaret, donít worry, Iíll take care of him," he tries to
"Okay," she says as she bobs her head and leaves the room.
She heads down the hall to her own room. She has some things she wants to do
before she heads back.
Leo wakes when he hears the door to his room close. Heís
still half asleep when he reaches for Margaret and finds her missing.
"Margaret," he softly calls.
Jed rushes to his friendís side. "Shhh Leo, she just left."
Jed sits down on the bed beside Leo and lays a comforting hand on him. Leo eyes
are more awake now and he looks around the room. "Itís okay, she went to her
room to change and take a nice long soak in the tub."
Leo settles down and nods his head. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, she seemed to be in a little pain when she first got
up," Jed says.
"She hurt her side," Leo tells his friend.
"She didnít want me to help her up, sheís almost as stubborn
"Nah, sheís afraid of you," Leo smirks and then he
continues, "does she really seem okay? You know she tried to hide her injuries
"Leo, she seemed fine, just a little stiff and sore. Why did
she try and hide her injuries?"
"She didnít want me worrying about her, I guess."
"Leo, that woman is far too good for you."
"Yeah, I tend to agree, but I need her." Leo isnít
successful in keeping any emotion out of his voice when he confesses this fact
to the President.
Jed raises an eyebrow at this statement, but decides not to
comment on it just yet. "Leo, how are you doing?"
"Leo, you are not!"
"Yes, Sir, I really am," Leo continues. "I canít say Iím not
in pain, but it will be fine. Nothing serious, Sir. Really. Donít worry about
"Iíll worry if I want to," Jed informs him.
"Okay, be that way." Leo smirks.
"How many stitches?" Jed points to the bandage on Leoís
"Only six, Sir." Leo proudly announces.
"Howís the shoulder?"
"Sore and back in place."
Jed gets up off the bed and starts to pace. "Leo, why didnít
you call me and tell me what happened?"
"Sir, I know for a fact that Margaret talked to you at least
three times after we left the hotel this morning?"
"I donít mean then Leo, I mean when you were stuck down in
the elevator." An exasperated Jed informs his friend.
"Sir, what could you have done?"
"Nothing, but at least I would have known. I could have
talked to you I..."
"Jed, itís okay. Iím fine, really." It suddenly hits Leo
that Jed is scared that he almost lost him this morning.
Jed stops pacing and turns to face his friend at the sound
of his first name being used. "Okay, but next time youíll call."
"Yes, next time Iím stuck in an elevator, Iíll be sure and
call you Sir," Leo smirks.
"Smartass," Jed calls his friend.
"Sir, do you think you could help me up and arrange the
pillows so that I can sit up? Iím getting tired of laying down."
"Sure." Jed walks over to the bed and helps get Leo up to a
sitting position. Then he arranges the pillows. "Leo, while youíre sitting up,
do you need to make a trip anywhere?"
Leo stares back at him, and then he realizes what Jed is
implying. "What am I, in kindergarten?"
"No, but I just thought you might need to, you know and I
could help get you... um out of bed, if you wanted."
Leo sits there for a few seconds. "Well, I didnít before,
but since you mentioned it, I do. Thanks!"
"Hey, what are friends for?"
Jed helps Leo up off the bed and watches him as he makes his
way to the bathroom. He seems pretty steady on his feet. Jed sits back down in
the chair and waits for his friendís return. Leo has been in there for a while
now and Jed is starting to get nervous. He gets up and walks over to the door.
He listens, but doesnít hear anything. Then he hears a muffled curse and then
Leo calls for him.
"Sir, um... could you come here? ... I um..."
Jed walks into the bathroom to find Leo standing there,
holding his pants up. "I canít fasten or zip them." He informs Jed. Leoís face
is red from embarrassment.
"Oh, so I guess maybe you are in kindergarten after all,"
Jed says as he walks over to him, heís trying to keep the situation light. He
knows that Leo hates to ask for help and this is really hard for him.
"Yeah." Is all Leo says.
After Leo gets back into bed, he is finally a lot more alert
than earlier and his embarrassment over the bathroom situation is gone. "Sir,
didnít you have something on the schedule this afternoon?"
"I did, but it got canceled."
It got canceled or you canceled it, Sir?"
"Yeah," Jed tells his friend. "Hey, is there something you
want to share with me concerning your assistant?"
"No, Sir. I donít think so. Her x-rays were negative."
"Leo, thatís not what Iím talking about."
"Sir, Iím in pain over here," Leo points to his shoulder,
"could you get to your point?"
"My point is, whatís going on between you and Margaret. I
saw you grab her hand in the hallway."
"Yeah, well... We went though a terrible experience together
this morning. She was still upset and I was just trying to calm her down."
"She didnít appear to be too upset to me and she seemed very
happy to be holding your hand."
"Yeah, well, thatís because Iím a lovable guy."
"Not the way youíve been acting these past few days, my
friend." Jed moves over closer to his friend. "Tell me, what happened in the
"It fell, Sir," Leo tries to keep a straight face.
"Besides the obvious, Leo. I know it fell, good God, youíre
the most difficult man to talk to!"
"Funny, I was just thinking the same about you, Sir." Leo smirks.
"Okay, Mr. Wisenheimer, hereís a question you canít step
around. Is there something of a romantic nature happening between you and
"Yeah." Leo relents with a huge grin plastered across his
"Yeah... Sir... Margaret and I are going to be seeing more of
each other... we are you know... we have been for a while...wanting ...you know... been
thinking about and then Mal told me about Jenny getting remarried..."
Jed interrupts his friend. "Jenny is getting remarried? Leo
why didnít you tell me? Why do you always try and handle everything by
"Sir, let me finish. After Mal told me I sorta... took out my
mood on Margaret. She called me on it today. She gave me hell over it and
forced me to tell her what was going on. During this time I realized that there
was a good chance that she felt the same way about me that I felt about her.
Jed, Iíve loved her for so long, but was afraid she wouldnít feel the same way.
I finally told her how I feel and she feels the same.
"Well, my friend, I think you have finally found the one
person who totally understands and loves you. Margaret is perfect for you."
"I think so too, Sir." Leo agrees.
The President is about to continue, but is interrupted by an
"Mr. President, CJ Cregg is here." The agent informs him.
"Sheís wanting to see Mr. McGarry."
Jed looks at Leo. "The more the merrier," Leo says, "send
CJ walks into the bedroom. "Leo, are you okay?"
"Iím fine." Leoís getting a little tired of all the
"Well, I donít believe so, but I can see that youíve
probably just been given the third degree," CJ nods towards the President, "so
Iíll leave it at that."
"Thanks," Leo says. "Howís the day going?"
"Good, weíve had a lot of questions about the accident, but
nothing that I canít handle. Howís Margaret?" CJ glances around the room and is
surprised that sheís not hovering.
"She went to her room to change, she left me in charge of
watching Leo." The President proudly announces.
"Well, then the rumor I heard must be true."
"What rumor?" Leo quickly asks. He starts to rise off the
bed, but Jed motions for him to stay put.
"That she hit her head in the fall and has lost all sense of
reasoning," CJ teases.
"Very funny CJ, that type of comment will get you a trip to
a cold state." Jed smirks.
"Seriously, is Margaret okay?" CJ asks.
"She bruised her side and hip. She got a knee from me when
we hit the floor." Leo explains.
"Mr. President," a Secret Service agent interrupts, "you
have a call on the secure line in your room, Sir."
"Okay," Jed turns to face CJ. "CJ, can you watch Leo while I
take this call? I donít want to get on Margaretís bad side for leaving him
Leo is getting up off the bed. "Sir, maybe I should come
"No, I can handle this, Iíll send for you if I need to. You
stay here and visit with CJ." The President commands.
"Iíll make sure he stays in bed, Sir." CJ tells the
President as she walks over and sits in the chair next to the bed. "Leopold,
back in bed with you," She orders.
"What are you my mother?" Leo smirks to her.
"Funny man, thatís almost as funny as the last time you said
that to me." CJ crosses her legs and gives Leo a look.
"Leo, seriously, how are you feeling?"
"My head hurts a little," Leo raises his fingertips to his
bandage and lightly touches the area around it and grimaces. "and my shoulder
is pretty sore and Iím starting to discover some other aches and pains in my
body as the day wears on. Basically, I feel like I was in an elevator that fell
a few feet." Leo smirks.
"Well, you and Margaret were very lucky that you two werenít
"Yeah, weíre very lucky," Leo gets a grin on his face. "CJ,
thereís something I need to tell you.
"There might be a ... um... no there is a situation that you
need to be aware of," Leo informs the Press Secretary.
"Okay." CJ gives her full attention to Leo. Whatever it is
must be really big, because Leo doesnít normally hesitate when talking about
"CJ, Margaret and I are... that is we are... oh hell ... Margaret
and I are going to start seeing each other outside of the office."
"Okay," CJ has a confused look on her face, "I donít see
that as a problem, because you two already spend time out of the office now,
"Yeah, but not the same way as before. CJ, I love Margaret.
I told her today in the elevator and she told me the same, weíre going to
"Oh," it finally sinks into CJís head, what Leo has been
trying to tell her. "You and Margaret? Really?"
"Yeah, Margaret and I."
"Congratulations," CJ gets a wicked smile on her face,
"couldnít you have waited a little longer?"
"What?" a confused Leo asks her.
"This means that Toby wins the pool, I had the time after
the next midterms." CJ smirks.
"No, just pulling your chain." CJ laughs. "You are far too
easy to tease."
"Thanks." Leo turns serious. "Do you think it will be a
problem with the press?"
"No, I wonít let it be." CJ tells him. "Leo, Iím so happy
for you two and to tell you the truth, Iíll always thought that you were sweet
"Iíve seen the way your face lights up when she enters a
room and the way you smile when she hands you one of her famous messages."
Leo smiles. "I guess I didnít do such a good job of hiding
my feelings as I thought I had."
"No, I guess you didnít"
"CJ, I need a favor. I was going to ask the President to
help me, but I think that you are an even better choice."
"What can I do for you, Leopold?"
"Well, first off, you can stop calling me that," Leo smirks
and CJ laughs. "I want to get Margaret something for Valentineís Day, but I not
very mobile at this time and besides, Margaret wonít let me leave the room
anyway. Could you pick something up for me at the jewelry store downstairs?"
"Sure, what did you have in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking about either a nice gold bracelet or
maybe a necklace. Maybe even a necklace with a heart locket."
"Oh, I think the locket idea sounds great."
"Okay, then, a locket it is. I hope they have one there that
"Iím sure they do, and if not, there is a jewelry store in
the next couple of blocks that might have something."
"Thanks CJ," Leo starts to get up.
"Leo, what are you doing?"
"I was going to get my wallet and give you some money."
"Leo, where is it? I can get it for you."
"You know, Iím not an invalid." Leo smirks.
"I know that," CJ teases. "But, Iíve always wanted to get my
hands on your money."
"Women. Youíre all alike." Leo teases back. "My wallet is in
my suit coat. I think Margaret hung it over one of the chairs at the table."
Leo nods his head towards the living area of his suite.
CJ gets up and goes to the table. She comes back into the
bedroom with Leoís coat. She pulls out his wallet from the inside pocket and
starts to hand it to him.
"CJ," Leo motions towards his injured arm, "youíll have to
get the money."
CJ opens up his wallet and is surprised to see several one
hundred dollar bills staring back at her. "Leo, do you always carry this much
money around with you?"
CJ just shakes her head. "Okay, how much do you want me to
"Take three or four, no make that five, I want you have
"Okay, hey can I keep the change?"
"No." Leo chortles.
"Well, you canít blame a girl for trying."
"Canít blame a girl for trying what?" the voice from the
"CJ is trying to take advantage of me, Sir."
"Not our CJ." Jed smirks as he enters the room. Jed notices
that she has Leoís wallet and a few one hundred dollars bills in her hand.
"Robbing the bank of McGarry, CJ?" Jed jokes.
"Yes, Sir." CJ replies. "If youíll excuse me Sir, I have an
errand to run for Leo." CJís not sure if Leo has told the President about
"Leo, are you sending CJ out to buy a present for someone?"
"So, you told her?
"Okay, great, I hate secrets," the President tells the
"Yeah, right!" CJ smirks as she leaves the bedroom and heads
for the door.
"What do you think she meant by that?" Jed smirks as he
walks over and sits down in the chair by the bed. "So, how you doing?"
"Sir, will you stop? Iím the same that I was before," Leo
pauses as he looks at his watch, "like twenty minutes ago, before you left to
go take that call. Speaking of the call, is there anything that I need to know
"No. Leo youíre off duty for the next few days. Youíre going
to have to leave the running of the White House in Joshís hands for the next
week or so."
"A week! Itís just a dislocated shoulder," Leo motions to
his arm. "Iím coming back to work tomorrow."
"Sir, you and I both know that the government doesnít close
down on Sundays. I work most Sundays."
"Well, you wonít be working this one. As a matter of fact,
you are going to stay here in this hotel for the next few days and recover."
"Donít Sir me. Itís already been arranged," Jed informs his
"You will be the guest of this hotel for the next few days,
actually for as long as you like. I had Debbie call the hotel, while I was
taking my call, and arrange for you and Margaret to keep your rooms."
"Leo. There are no buts. The hotel was more than happy to
extend your stay here. As a matter of fact, you are not even being charged for
the rooms. They want you to stay here and recover. I think theyíre afraid of a
"Yeah I bet they are, but Sir..."
"Leo take this time and use it to your advantage. Spend it
with Margaret and enjoy yourselves. I know for a fact that you owe her some
free time, especially after how youíve been behaving these past few days."
"Yeah, youíre probably right about that," Leo thinks that
this would be a good chance for them to really get to know one another. "Well,
Sir, when you put it that way. How can I resist?"
"Resist what?" Margaret says, as she enters Leoís bedroom.
"Hi Margaret. Howís your side feeling?" The President asks.
"Oh, itís much better now, Sir. I soaked for a while in the
tub and Iím feeling fine now," Margaret says, as she walks over to the bed. She
wants to reach out to touch Leo but she doesnít know if heís told the President
about them yet.
"Hey," Leo says to her as she stands by the bed. He reaches
out and takes her hand. He pulls it to his face and places a tender kiss on it.
"Missed ya," he tells her in a very loving voice.
"Me too," she replies. She glances shyly over to the
"Itís okay, Margaret. Leo told me and I couldnít be happier
for you two," Jed professes as he stands up and walks over to her. He places a
hand on her arm. "Iím going to go. Leo has something to tell you. Take care of
him, Okay?" Jed runs his hand down the length of her arm and gives her hand a
"I will Sir," she says, as she watches the President leave
"Hey," Leo says again to her as he pats the bed next to him.
Margaret sits on the edge of the bed. "Hey yourself."
"Come here," Leo whispers in a gravely voice.
Margaret leans over and Leo raises his hand to her face,
gently stroking her cheek. His hand moves through her hair and to the back of
her neck. He slowly pulls her down to him. Their lips lightly brush against one
another at first and then increase in pressure against one another. Margaret
continues to kiss Leo gently, his lips separating her own to let the entry of
his tongue, sliding against hers. Their tongues leisurely explore and shyly
touch with their playful kisses.† This
is still so new for them for them.† They
just want to take their time getting to know each other.† Neither one of them is new to relationships,
but they want to experience the romance that Valentineís Day is all about.
After a couple of minutes, they break apart. They gaze into each otherís eyes.
Margaret leans in and lays her head softly on his good shoulder.
"Leo, I..." Margaret canít seem to find the words.
"Me too." Leo agrees. He has his hand in her hair running his fingers
Margaret sits up. "Leo, I made some plans for us tonight."
"Okay. What did you have in mind?"
"Iíve ordered us a really nice dinner for here in your room. I hope
you donít mind?"
"I think thatís a great idea. I have something to tell you, too." Leo
shifts his position on the bed, trying to sit up a little bit more. "Weíre
going to be spending the next few days here at the hotel. The President is
making us take a little vacation here, allowing us to recover from our
"Oh, Leo, thatís sounds wonderful."
"I thought you might like that. Maybe we can get out of this room and
go see some things tomorrow."
"Leo, do you think youíll be up to it tomorrow?"
"I sure hope so, thereís a couple of places I want to take you to while
weíre out here."
"Okay. This trip sure hasnít turned out like I expected it would."
"Yeah, you said that this morning in the elevator."
"True, but itís improved so much since then."
"Yeah, I especially liked the trip to the hospital," Leo smirks.
"I think maybe we could skip that one on our next trip out
"Fine by me," Leo says. "Margaret I think Iím going to get
these stained clothes off and get into something more comfortable."
"Dapper, even when youíre hurt, huh?"
"Yeah. They said at the hospital that I couldnít get my
stitches wet for a couple of days, so a showerís out, but the dried blood on my
neck and shoulder are really itching me and was wondering if..." Leoís not sure
if Margaret will be comfortable with what he is about to ask.
"Leo, do you want me to help get up cleaned up?"
Leo nods his head. "Yeah, you sure you donít mind?"
"Leo, Iíve been taking care of you for years. Why would I
"True, but youíve never had to clean me up before."
Margaret doesnít want to lie to Leo, but she doesnít want to
go into any of their past right now. There was a few times in the past, during
his days as Labor Secretary, that she cleaned up a very drunk or high Leo
McGarry. She used to wonder if he remembered any of those awful times. She
decides to sidestep the issue, for now, "Come on Leo, letís get you out of
"Oh Margaret, I like the sound of that," Leo says, as he
slowly gets up off the bed. "See Iím getting better already, I didnít even need
help this time," he proudly announces as he heads to the bathroom.
Margaret follows Leo and then shuts the door to the
bathroom. She doesnít want anyone showing up unexpectedly and catch her giving
Leo a sponge bath.
Leo turns towards Margaret. "Iíll hold my arm and you can
undo this Velcro straps on this thing." Leo grabs a hold of his injured arm and
holds onto it. He knows that this is going to hurt, no matter how well they do
this. "Okay, Iím ready." He tells her as he takes a deep breath.
Margaret removes the Velcro straps and then the main Velcro
that holds the sling around Leoís shoulder. The sling slips off. Leo grimaces a
little at the total loss of support as he takes the full weight of his arm.
Margaret starts undoing his buttons on his shirt and then carefully unbuttons
his cuffs. "Leo, Iíll hold your right arm, while you slip your left arm out of
Leo nods his head. "Okay." He breathes out as he slowly
removes his arm and the slides halfway out of his shirt. Then he takes a hold
of his injured arm again. Margaret slides the shirt the rest of the way off his
other shoulder and then they carefully remove his injured arm from the sleeve.
"Leo, whereís you t-shirt?" Margaret says with a confused
face and slightly embarrassed look on her. He had it on when they were in the
elevator. She has never seen him bare-chested before and doesnít really know
where to look.
"They had to cut it off at the hospital," Leo explains.
"Oh okay, I guess that was the only way to prevent giving
you more pain before they popped your shoulder back in," Margaret says, as she
goes to the sink and gets the water and soap ready.
Leo steps next to her and nuzzles his face against her neck.
"Thanks for helping me with this." He whispers to her as he kisses her neck.
"Leo, that tickles," she giggles as she tries to finish what
she is doing at the sink. She wrings out the washcloth and soaps it up. She
takes the washcloth and gently washes off the dried blood his neck and
shoulder. "Ok, now lets get this rinsed off." She turns around and runs the
washcloth under the warm water, then starts to clean off the soap from his neck
and shoulder. She brushes up against Leo and realizes that this sponge bath is
having quite an affect on Leo. She smiles and then leans over and places a kiss
on his injured shoulder. "All better now?" She asks him.
"Yeah." Leo groans. He is having a hard time controlling
himself. When Margaret accidentally brushed up against him he almost moaned out
loud. He was hoping that she wouldnít notice what was going on, "Margaret, I
um..." he turns his back to her to hide his condition and she moves over to place
a kiss on his neck and then on his cheek before she gently kisses his lips,
allowing the kisses to remain loving and playful and romantic.
They were soon lost in each otherís mouths. Margaret places
her other hand on his waist and skimmed her fingers around to the middle of his
back. Lightly rubbing circles to comfort him.
Leo moans into her mouth. "Oh, Margaret. I wish I could hold
you properly with both arms," he says when he pulls his lips from hers.
"Donít worry about it." She says, as she runs her hand back
around to his face and strokes his cheek. "We have plenty of time. Weíre in no
"Yeah, plenty of time." Leo moans as he presses his mouth
back on hers, willing her to let him explore her mouth some more.
Margaret shifts her position and inadvertently touches his
bad arm. Pain shoots through it. Leo tries not to react, but canít control his
body and he flinches.
"Oh, Leo. Iím sorry. We need to stop this and get your arm
immobilized again." She tells him as she pulls away from him.
"Yeah, youíre probably right." Leo mumbles, upset by the
loss of contact with her mouth. "I really should get out of these pants, too."
She gets a towel and starts to carefully dry off Leoís
shoulder and neck. "How will we manage to do that?"
"I can get them undone and off by myself, but Iíll need help
fastening and zipping them." Leo shyly tells her.
"Leo," she realizes that heís embarrassed at the thought of
needing her to do this for him. "It will be okay." She reassures him as she
reaches for his hand and give it a squeeze. "Iíll go get you another pair of
pants. What ones do you want?"
"I think I packed a pair of Dockers and a pull over shirt."
"Leo, I donít think a pull over shirt will be very easy to
get on you."
"Yeah, youíre right. I wasnít thinking. Just get me a dress
"Okay." She tells him as she goes out to the bedroom and
rummages through the wardrobe and finds something appropriate for him to wear.
She walks back into the bathroom and closes the door again. "Letís get this
shirt on you first and get your arm back in the sling."
"Yeah," Leo agrees.
Margaret helps him back into his shirt and then buttons it
up. She gets the sling back on him and places his arm back into the restraints
that hold it immobile. She then steps back and gives him a look. "How are you
going to do the pants?"
"Well, Iíve already discovered that I have no problem
undoing them, itís the refastening and zipping them back up that I have a
problem with," Leo informs her as his face turns a little red.
"Leo, thereís nothing to worry about. Youíre wearing boxers,
"Yeah." Leo answers. Heís trying to figure out how she would
know this. He has a puzzled look on his face.
"Leo, how many times of I packed your clothes for you when
you had to go away on a last minute trip?"
"I donít know."
"Well, after all those times, you think I might know what
type of underwear you wear." She pauses, as she gives him a look. "I hope your
wearing those silk blue ones with the white stars on them, Iíve always wanted
to see you in those," she smirks, as she runs her fingers around his waistband.
"Margaret." Leo whines.
"Margaret, I love you but I want to do this right. I donít
want to mess this up. I donít want to... I donít know. I just..."
Margaret places her finger oh his lips. "Leo, itís okay, I
want to take things slow too. But that doesnít mean we canít enjoy ourselves a
little along the way." She says as she drops her hand slowly from his face and
leans in and kisses him.
They jump quickly apart when a knock on the bathroom door
interrupts them. They have been so engrossed with each other that they didnít
here the door to Leoís room open or the CJís voice calling for Leo. They break
"Yes," Leo says in a raspy voice.
"Leo, itís me. CJ. I um.... have..."
"Okay, weíll be right out. Margaret was helping me get
cleaned up," Leo looks at Margaret whose face is bright red. He puts a hand on
her shoulder. "Baby, it's okay. CJ already knows about us."
Margaret stares back at him. "Leo, you just called me Baby."
"Yeah, I did. Do you mind?"
"No, I um... I kinda liked it."
"Good. Now lets get my pants changed, okay?"
Itís probably a good thing that CJ came along. Because it
makes the changing of Leoís pants a lot less embarrassing after almost getting
caught making out in the bathroom.
When CJ realizes that Margaret is here, she goes back out to
the living area and tries to find a place to hide the gift. She fanatically looks
around the room for a place to hide it. She eventually decides to put it in the
end table drawer. She is just shutting the drawer when she hears Leo and
Margaret coming out of the bathroom.
"CJ," Leo calls as he walks out of the bathroom. "What do ya
"Um... I was just coming by to check up on you," CJ walks back
into the bedroom door. She notices that Leo no longer has on his bloodied shirt
or pants. His face has a lot more color than it did earlier too.
"Okay, well Iím still fine," Leo, says before he realizes
the real reason for her visit.
"You look a lot better than you did the last time I saw you.
Margaret how are you? Leo says you bruised your side?"
"Yeah, I fell on Leo and got a knee to the side."
"CJ," motioning with his arm, "lets sit out in there. Iím
getting tired of lying in bed." Leo walks out and slowly sits down on the
couch. The sponge bath really did make him feel better, in more ways than one.
"Wheels up still set for six oíclock tonight?"
"Yes, the motorcade leaves in a half an hour." CJ looks at
Margaret. "Do you need help getting him packed and ready for the trip back?"
"CJ, weíre not going back tonight. Weíre under Presidential
orders to stay here and recuperate in this fine hotel," Leo motions with his
arm. "The hotel is putting us up here for the next few days, free of charge."
"Okay, you guys deserve a break, after everything that has
happened to you today." CJ gets up out of her chair and heads for the door. "I
need to go get packed, call me if you need anything. Weíll be here for another
half an hour or so, you know the President, we never leave on time." CJ opens
the door to leave and almost runs into Josh and Donna. "Hey guys."
"Is he up?" Josh asks.
"Yeah, heís sitting on the couch right now."
"Okay," Josh says as he steps around her and enters the
room. "Leo?" he calls out as he enters the room.
"Right here, Josh," Leo says,
Josh and Donna walk over to the couch were Leo and Margaret
are sitting. Josh canít help but stare at their hands. Theyíre holding hands.
"Leo, Margaret, how are the two of you?"
"Iím fine." Leo says while rubbing his thumb on Margaretís
"Me too," Margaret is a little uncomfortable, but as long as
Leo keeps rubbing her hand, she thinks she might be okay.
"So," Josh smirks. "Whatís new with you two?"
"Well, the elevator we were in this morning fell several
feet," Leo quips.
"Already knew that one," Josh comments.
"Oh, you mean this." Leo raises their joined hands into the
air and kisses her knuckles. "Margaret and I have decided to start seeing on
"Congratulations!" Donna says.
"Thanks." Leo and Margaret say in unison.
"Way to go Leo." Josh gets up and goes over to shake Leoís
hand, but realizes that isnít going to work so he pats him on his good
shoulder. Then he looks at Margaret. "Hey, I thought you loved me?" Josh
"I still love you, just not that way," Margaret smirks. She
has known Josh for a lot of years. They have both been a part of Leoís life,
the good times and the bad.
"Well, I guess that will have to be enough then." He says as
he bends down and places a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"Hey, who said you could kiss my girl?" Leo feigns jealousy.
Donna sits there and stares at the interplay between Leo,
Margaret and Josh. She has never seen Leo so playful before, well really she
has never seen Leo be anything other than all business. She thinks that he
looks years younger sitting next to Margaret. Sheís really good for him and she
thinks that Leo is just what Margaret needs, too. "Josh, we should go, so they
can get ready. Plus I know for a fact that you havenít even starting packing
your stuff yet."
"Donna, weíre not leaving tonight. The hotel has offered to
let us stay here, on the house, for a few days and the President is forcing Leo
to take a few days off."
"Okay, you two deserve a break after today." Donna gets up
out of her chair. "Come on Josh. Weíll see you two back in DC in a few days."
"Bye you guys, weíll talk before we get back.† Have a good flight." Leo says as he starts
to get up off the couch. His face grimaces in pain.
"Bye," Margaret says, as she grabs a hold off Leoís arm and
helps him up.
"Okay, see you guys later. Have a good time." Josh says, as
he follows Donna to the door.
"Finally, weíre alone." Leo proclaims just as the phone
rings. "Yeah," Leo says after he answers the phone.
"Leo, itís CJ, I just wanted to let you know that I put your
present to Margaret in the end table drawer. Your change is in the bag, too."
"Okay. Thanks for everything."
"No problem, see ya later."
"Okay, bye." Leo puts the phone back down.
"Who was that?" Margaret says.
"Wrong number." Leo quips.
"Okay." Margaret stares back at him. She knows heís lying,
but decides to let it slide. "Leo, youíre in pain again arenít you?" She says
as she walks over to him and places a hand on his shoulder. "You know, you can
take your prescription every four hours and itís been longer than that since
you took it the last time?"
"I was going to take it after dinner. It makes me a little
drowsy and I want to be wide-awake during dinner. When is dinner?" Leo tries to
change the subject.
Margaret looks at her watch. "It should be here in a half an
hour. Um... Leo I need to run back to my room for a couple of minutes. Will you
Leo rolls his eyes at her. "Margaret, Iím fine, go." He says
with the wave of his hand.
"Okay, Iíll be right back."
As soon as the door closes behind Margaret, Leo goes over to
the end table and opens the drawer. He finds a bag with the gift in it, already
wrapped. His change is also in the bag. CJ even picked up a Valentineís Day
card. Itís a nice simple card about love. Leo smiles at the card and makes a
mental note to himself to thank CJ when he gets back to DC. He takes the card
out of the bag and heads for the table. He picks up a pen with his left hand
and tries his best to sign the card and envelope. He then places the gift and
card on the coffee table. He heads to the bathroom to put on some cologne.† Heís struggling with the cologne bottle cap
when the phone rings.
"Damnit," Leo puts down the bottle none too gently and goes
to answer the phone. "Yeah," he says in an aggravated voice.
"Leo, are you okay?"
Leo rolls his eyes at the person on the other end of the
line. "Yes, Sir. Iím fine." Leo huffs into the receiver.
"Doesnít sound like it."
"Sir, is there something that you needed?"
"No, I just called to tell you goodbye." Jed pauses, he
knows somethingís wrong, but doesnít know if he should press Leo. "Okay, well
if everythingís okay, Iíll see you in a few days."
"Sir, Iím sorry. Itís just... that I was trying to open a
bottle and canít get it by myself. Margaret went to her room for a couple of
minutes and I was just trying..."
Jed interrupts him. "Leo, Iím going to send an agent over,
that will be much easier than me coming. Okay?"
"Yeah, thatís fine. Tell him to hurry."
"Okay, Bye Leo, Iíll talk to you soon."
"Bye, Sir. Not too soon, Sir.† Iím kind of still tired and we will probably turn in early
tonight.† It has been a busy week and an
especially long day.† Iíll call you
tomorrow before we go out."
In just a couple of minutes, thereís a knock on his door. He
goes to answer it and finds Ron Butterfield standing there. "Ron, Iím sorry the
President sent you here. He should have just sent a junior agent. Thereís no reason
to trouble you."
"Leo, the President asked me to send an agent and I decided
I would just come down myself. How are you doing?"
"Little sore, but nothing serious."
Ron gives him his patented Ďyeah rightí look and continues
on. "The President said you needed some help with something."
"Yeah, I was trying to open a bottle in the bathroom and
canít get it." Leo heads to the bathroom. Ron follows. Leo picks up the bottle
of cologne and hands it to Ron. Ron opens it with no problem.
"Thanks." Leo says as he holds out his hand and Ron pours a
little into his hand. Leo applies it to his neck and face.
"No problem. Leo, The President informed me of your new
situation and I also wanted to let you know that weíve leaving your regular
agents behind too. The President is going to send the First Ladyís plane back
in a few days to pick you up. He also said something about that the First Lady
would be accompanying it out here."
"Great, I canít wait for her to get out here and get her
hands on me," Leo smirks as he walks out of the bathroom and heads for the
"Yes." Ron smiles a little as he says it. "Leo, weíve
already got a report on the accident this morning. It appears to be just that,
an accident. No foul play could be found."
Leo looks at Ron. "Yeah, I really didnít think is was
"Please remember not to go anywhere out here by yourself."
Ron looks around the room like heís looking for someone.
"Yeah, I know. Itís just, well, I want to enjoy this weekend
here. I owe her some fun after the way I treated her this past week."
Ron nods his head in agreement. "Yeah, I was surprised she
didnít crawl out of that elevator and leave you down there in it."
"Me too, I think she might have considered it once or twice,
but finally my charm wore her down."
"Yeah," Ron says as he heads for the door. "Iím sure it
did," He smirks as he opens the door and leaves.
Leo is back sitting on the couch when Margaret gets back.
She has a gift bag in her hand and has put up her hair and has a very nice
dress on. Leo stands up to greet her. "Margaret, you look very pretty. I love
that dress. Is it new?"
"Thanks and yes itís new. I bought it for this trip. I was
hoping to have a reason to wear it." She puts her bag down on the coffee table
next the other gift already on there and moves to Leo. She carefully wraps her
arms around his waist and gives him a tender kiss.
"Mmmm, thatís nice too." Leo says as he carefully leans his
forehead against hers. "I hope the foodís here soon, I just realized that I havenít
had anything to eat yet today."
"So, it been a typical day for you then, not eating."
Margaret smirks, as she moves her head and rests it on Leoís good shoulder.
"Yeah, normally my ever hovering assistant has forced me to
eat twice by now."
"Like you eat half the stuff I put in front of you."
"I eat some of it."
"Okay, I can see Iím not going to win this argument."
"Thatís for sure."
"Yeah," She nuzzles her face against his neck. "Did I just
see Ron coming out of your room?"
"Yeah, he was here helping me with something."
"Oh, so thatís why you smell so good." She kissed his neck.
"He put it on for you too?"
"Margaret!" Leos whines.
"Leo, I was only kidding." Margaret smirks. "Besides, he
doesnít go for short blondes."
"Oh, well I guess itís a good thing that you so then, huh?"
"Yeah, I always had a thing for blonds," Margaret says as
she continues her assault on his neck, "I especially like pilots, too"
"Well then, youíre in luck. Arenít you?"
"Oh yeah, Iím lucky." She purrs into his neck.
A shiver goes though his body from Margaret breathing on his
neck. "Margaret, you need to stop doing that." He growls.
"Because if you donít, Iím going to..." Leo is interrupted by
a knock on the door. "What the hell is this" Grand Central Station!"
"Leo," Margaret looks at her watch. "Itís probably dinner."
Margaret goes to the door and opens it. Out in the hallway are two carts full
of food. "You must have the wrong room, I didnít order all of this."
"No Maíam you didnít. The hotel added some items to your
order with the hotelís compliments."
Margaret steps out of the door way and motions for them to
enter. "Okay, come on in."
"Margaret, whatís all this? I know I havenít eaten all day,
but I think you went overboard," Leo smirks. He heard the conversation in the
hallway, but he couldnít resist tormenting her.
"I didnít," Margaret voice got high pitched, "the hotel
added to my order." Margaret notices that one of the things they added was
champagne. She points to the bucket with the campaign. "You can take that back
with you. Thank you anyway but we donít drink."
"Margaret, itís okay. You can have some, it wonít bother
me." Leo looks into her eyes.
"No, I donít need or really want it."
The stewards set the table and uncovered all of the food.
There must be enough food for six people.
"Thank you," Leo says as he digs in his pocket, but he has
no money in there. "Umm.. Margaret, could ya..."
"No problem," Margaret knew immediately what he wanted. She picked
up her purse and took out some money. She tried to give it to the stewards, but
"No Maíam, the hotel will take care of it," The steward
turned and headed out the door.
"Margaret, itís okay to drink in front of me. Itís ...."
"Leo, are you trying to get me drunk, so you can have your
way with me?"
"Maybe," Leo smiles.
"Well, youíll just have to think of another way then," she
coyly tells him.
"Okay," Leo walks over to her chair and pulls it put for
"Thanks," Margaret says as she sits down.
Leo goes to his chair and sits down. He somehow manages to
scoot his chair up to the table.
Conversation is light over dinner. They talk a little about
work and what they have coming up on their schedule once they get back to DC.
But, mostly they talk about their plans for tomorrow. Leo tells Margaret about
a couple of things he wants to show her and some restaurants that he wants to
take her to. Margaret admits that she wants to go on a tour of a movie lot and
do some shopping. When they have had enough food they move to the couch.
"Margaret, I had CJ go out and get you something today. Iíve
not even seen it, but if you donít like it we can exchange it tomorrow, Okay?"
Leo says as he hands her the gift.
Margaret opens it and finds the delicate white gold locket
inside. "Oh, Leo itís beautiful." She puts it on. Itís just the perfect length.
"So I take it that it stays."
"Oh yeah," Margaret says as she fingers the locket hanging
around her neck. "Do you like it?"
"It looks very nice." Leo says as he leans over and brushes
a kiss on her lips. "Happy Valentineís Day, My Love.† Will you be my Valentine?"†
Leo tells her after pulling away from her lips.
"Yes I will, if youíll be mine," she replies, as she places
another quick kiss on his lips and smiles at him. Margaret reaches over and
picks up Leoís gift. Itís in a bag with tissue wrap, so he doesnít have to
fight to open it.
Leo removes the tissue to find a silk handkerchief, some
heart shaped milk chocolates and a pair of bright red silk boxers. Leo laughs
when he sees the boxers. "Hey, I thought you wanted to see me in my blue ones."
"I do, but these new ones match the new nightie that I
"New nightie?" Leo asks. "Are you going to wear it tonight?"
"Yes, but donít get your hopes up, itís not that revealing.
I just wanted to have something new for tonight." Margaret blushes and lowers
her head. She embarrassed by how forward sheís acting and that she has presumed
that she is sleeping in bed with Leo tonight.
"Baby, itís okay. I canít wait to see it. You are staying
tonight arenít you? I know weíre not ready for um... but I want you by my side."
Leo reaches over with his fingertips and raises her chin and turns it towards
him. "I need you with me, we have wasted too much time, I want you in my arms
"Iíll stay, I was hoping thatís what you wanted, too." She
shyly admits. "I have another surprise too."
"Yes," Margaret gets up off the couch, kicks her shoes off
and goes to her bag. She pulls out a CD and goes and puts in the player. She
walks back over to Leo. "I know that this will be a little awkward with your
shoulder, but Iíve dreamed of us dancing together for a long time and Iíd
really like to tonight, Okay?"
Leo gets up off the couch, "Iíd love to dance with you."
Margaret goes back over to the CD player and hits play. The
sound begins and Leo immediately recognizes it. Margaret walks back to him and
puts her right hand on his chest, near his heart, she just wants to touch him
and feel him and her left goes around his waist. She positions herself, mostly
on his left side, staying away from his injured arm. Leo wraps his left arm
around her waist and pulls her in close. They slowly start to gently sway to
the music. Leo softly sings the first couple of lines in Margaretís ear.
When I fall in love
It will be completely
Or Iíll never fall in love
In a restless world that weíre in
Love is ending before itís begun
His deep voice vibrates through her body. She nuzzles her
face against his neck and breathes a heavy sigh. She never imagined in her
wildest dreams that this is how she would be spending Valentineís Day this
year. She canít believe that sheís here, in Leoís arms and dancing with him.
Leo stops singing and pulls her even closer to him. He pulls
back and looks at her in the eyes and smiles at her, he then leans in and
brushes soft butterfly kisses against her forehead, then her eyes and lastly
down to her mouth, before he pulls her back into his arms.† He feels her breath on his neck and a shiver
goes down his spine. He canít believe that Margaret is in his arms. She feels
so good here in his arms. Gone from his heart is the pain from earlier this
week and now it only has room for love. Love for his Margaret. The song ends,
but they keep on dancing as the next song comes on. Neither one of them wants
this moment to end. Finally, Leo breaks the silence.
"Baby, you know I love you, but this has been an eventful
day.† So, if itís okay with you, can we
turn in for the night?† Depending on how
we feel in the morning, we have a big day ahead tomorrow, so letĎs go to bed."
Leo says, as he loosens his grip on her. "You can show me your new nightie and
I can wear my new boxers for you."
"Sounds good to me," Margaret says as she slips her arms
from him. †She hates to let this moment
go but they will sleep in each otherís arms tonight. She goes over and picks up
her bag and Leoís boxers and then takes him by the hand and leads him to the
bedroom. "Do you need any help getting changed?"
"Nah, I think I can handle the boxers, since they donít need
for me to zip them up." Leo takes the boxers and goes to the bathroom. In a few
minutes he is back out. "Margaret, I need help getting out of my shirt." They
go through their earlier routine of removing his shirt, and then she helps put
back on the sling. "Thanks." He tells her. He goes over and gets in bed.
Margaret has pulled back the covers while he was in the bathroom.
"Iíll be back in a couple of minutes." Margaret takes her
turn in the bathroom now. True to her word, she is back out in just a couple of
"Wow, you are so beautiful," Leo tells her as he pats the
bed next to him.
Margaret has I mid thigh red silk spaghetti strap nightie
on. She slips into bed and reaches over and turns out the light. She slides up
close to Leo and puts her hand lightly on his chest. "I forgot to tell how cute
you looked in your new boxers."
"Yeah, but not nearly as good as you look tonight."
Margaret moves up in the bed a little and leans over and
kisses him. At first they start off slowly, but soon their kisses soon
intensify. Margaret has a hand resting on his bare chest and the other behind
his neck. Leo has wrapped his arm around her and is holding her tightly against
his body. Margaret moves even closer and brushes her knee against his hip. Leo
moves his injured arm a little and it inadvertently touches her breast. She
moans at the slight touch and it entices Leo to continue the contact. They
continue to explore each otherís mouths slowly and with purpose, only breaking
apart when it becomes necessary to breath.
"Oh Margaret," Leo pants. "I love you and I canít wait till
I get this damn thing off of me." He glances down at his sling.
"Leo, itís okay. Remember, we have plenty of time." She
tells him as she rubs her hand up and down on his bare chest. "We probably
should slow down now, even though I really donít want to."
"Youíre right, we should, and I donít want to either.
Margaret... you make me feel so young. I... canít wait until I can make love to
you, but right now we need to stop."
"I know, and I canít wait to make love to you either."
Margaret leans up and kisses his cheek. "Letís get some sleep. We have a lot to
She moves away from him until they can collect themselves
then she moves back to settle against him with her head on his uninjured
shoulder and his arm around her shoulder, holding her safe and loved to him
"Goodnight, Leo" She closes her eyes and thinks about all that has happened
today. She's so content feels completely safe in his arms that it takes only a
few short minutes for her to fall asleep.
"Goodnight, Baby." Leo tries to get comfortable and he moves
his head towards Margaret. He hears the music still playing on the CD player,
as they settle off to sleep. He kisses her forehead and she snuggles in a
little closer.† He canít believe how
lucky he is.† He has the thing heís
wanted for longer than he can remember and she is laying in his arms, so
beautiful and trusting.† She wants him
too.† How did he get so lucky? †He closes his eyes and thinks about all of
the events of the day. Heís so lucky to have her by his side and he plans on
keeping her there, forever. He can tell that she has fallen asleep by the
gentle changes in the sound of her breathing. He drifts off to sleep content to
have his Valentine with him, and have her resting innocently on his shoulder,
on this first night of the rest of their lives.
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