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Abbey's Fools

by: Ava B. (Send Feedback)

Chapters: 015 Word Count: 15586
Rating: ADULT
Character(s): Jed Bartlet, Abbey Bartlet, Ensemble
Category(ies): Humor
Pairing(s): Jed/Abbey
Crossover Shows: - No Show -
Summary: An innocent discussion between the Senior Staffers begins an April Fools day extravaganza in the White House.
(This is the first in a series--leading into 'The last laugh', then followed by 'With a vengeance'.)

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

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“Are you going to be able to answer the questions fairly? I mean, do you know what your gonna say? Because it’s very important that you give them the proper amount of respect…”

“Geez, Josh, don’t you think that I know that?” CJ was annoyed. “How long have I been the Press Secretary? For almost two years. Two years! I know how to handle them by now, well for the most part.”

Josh sighed, he knew that CJ knew how to do her job, and very well at that. He just didn‘t want her to get upset over it. Usually CJ was quite professional, but sometimes, she was such a girl! He remembered the last time that they screened a movie in the White House theatre. Zoey had been here that weekend and she had chosen to watch ’ET’, of all movies. It was something that they’d all seen hundreds of times, and CJ had cried a river over it. He just figured that he should remind her that she would not be in a darkened room watching a fictional movie about an Alien of all things.

“Yeah, but the people that died, you know for no apparent reason, their families are going to be, you know, upset. Unreasonable, even. We’ve gotta make sure that we handle this right.” Josh explained, running a hand through his hair. He looked up to see Sam walk into his office.

“I know, but we’ve been over this a hundred times, and it’s not the first briefing about the hostages, no new information. It’s not like people don’t already know what to expect, you know…?” CJ defended her position. “And it’s so depressing; can we talk about something lighter, please?”

“How about lunch?” Sam piped up, sitting on the chair in front of the desk. “That’s a pretty light subject. I say we go for some Italian food, today.”

“Yeah, that sounds good…..from Catalano’s?” Josh agreed.

“Okay, do you have a menu in here?” CJ asked. Josh handed her the menu that was shoved in a drawer. “Let me ask Toby what he wants.”

She left the office to get Toby’s order.

“Think I’m just gonna have lasagna.” Sam said, staring ahead.

“Donna!” Josh yelled. One moment passed, as Josh watched the door expectantly, then she appeared, arms out, very annoyed.

“Why do you always yell for me?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips. “There is an intercom system on every phone, even yours.”

“Aren’t you even gonna ask me what I want?” Josh asked.

“I don’t need to ask, it’s about lunch, isn’t it?” Donna said.

Josh nodded as he scribbled him and Sam’s preferences on a notepad, and handed it to her. “We’re having Catalano’s.” He looked at Sam, “We may as well eat in the Roosevelt room, because we need to still have that meeting about the DNC.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, I’ll let Toby know, you tell CJ.”

“Okay!” Josh yelled after him.

CJ stuck her head into the office “We giving Donna our orders?”

“Yeah, Roosevelt room.” He looked at her and she smiled.

“Josh, really, I’m going to be fine with this briefing. It isn’t the first sad news that I’ve had to report, and it sure won’t be the last.” Josh nodded. “I just want to have a fun lunch, let’s do something crazy for an hour.” she suggested. “Seriously, let’s really hang out together, we haven’t been silly together for awhile.” she said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.” Josh agreed. “It has been like a morgue around here lately.” Then he smiled sheepishly at his slip of the tongue. “Sorry. Poor choice of words.” he said.

“It’s all right.” CJ shook her head. “You’re right, you know. Tell Sam and Toby, nothing but fun at lunch.” she left and Josh laughed.

Oh, he’d tell Sam and Toby. Perhaps they could have a nice lunch for a change.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Bartlet.”

Abbey was greeted by three of her staff members at the doors of the White House, as she returned from an early afternoon speech. “Good afternoon, Maggie.” She smiled as she walked through the halls trying to get through to the Residence.

“Oh, Mrs. Bartlet, the President is waiting for you in his office.” Maggie said, causing Abbey to slow her gait and turn around to look at her curiously.

“Did he happen to mention why?” Abbey asked her. Maggie shook her head apologetically. “Okay….Oh, no, I left my files in the limo, do you think that you could….?”

“Sure, Ma’am.” Maggie smiled at her, and started to walk away.

“I’ll be outside of the Oval.” Abbey told her, no sense in making her face the President if he was in a mood. She could handle him on her own. Hopefully.

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