Disclaimer: (Do I really need this? Look at my bank account, it's obvious...) I don't own these characters, unfortunately for them.

Not totally sure where this fits in, no spoilers, except... well, you have heard of this new show right? It's called The West Wing and it's about all these crazy people...

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Sam paused at the door to CJ's office when he heard the giggling, so elusive lately. A faint smile touched his lips before he pushed open the door and spied her stretched out on her couch.

"CJ?" Sam glanced around the room and realized they were the only two there. She looked at him, smiled widely, then looked back at her wall.

"CJ," he repeated, then sat on the couch, pushing her legs toward the back of the couch to make room. "What are you doing? Are you okay?"

She pointed to the wall. "Don't you see it?" He looked, then looked back at her.

"There's nothing there, CJ. What's going on?"

"There's a ladybug. Don't you see the ladybug?" CJ sat up and tried to get to the wall, but her legs were still pinned by Sam's weight and she just struggled. "That's strange," she frowned down at them. "My legs won't move."

Sam looked at her legs, then stared into her face. His face broke into a wide grin. "You're drunk."

CJ thought about this for a moment, then shook her head. "Can't be," she said, still shaking her head. "I only had two glasses of champagne the whole night."

Sam reached up and stilled her head. "The entire dinner party, you only had two glasses to drink?" He looked doubtful.

CJ thought deeply. "Punch."

"What?"

"Punch," she repeated. "I had lots of that really good fruit punch."

Sam laughed loudly, "Oh, CJ, the punch was spiked." At her confused glance, he elaborated. "Alcoholic. CJ, you're drunk."

Her eyes closed as she struggled with her wrap, throwing it on the floor next to her discarded shoes. "Okay, gonna sleep then." She reached for the pins in her hair.

Sam smiled and stilled her hands. "You need to get home first, in your bed." He placed her hands on her lap, then stood up. "Stay here, and leave your hands on your lap until I get back."

He left her there, looking intently at her hands. The last thing he needed was for her to take off any more clothes. He needed to make sure she got home. As he headed for Toby's office, he just missed Danny coming from the opposite direction.

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The door was slightly open and Danny pushed it open. He peeked in and saw CJ on the couch with her eyes closed. His eyes ran down her body, realizing that the floor length gown she had worn for the state dinner revealed a lot more without the wrap she had kept on all night.

He smiled and walked in quietly, shutting the door behind him. He knelt down next to the couch and reached out to touch her hair, now slightly messy and, in his opinion, even more sexy than before. She smiled and opened her eyes.

"Danny," she breathed, then shook her head slightly. "You shouldn't be doing that."

"So stop me." Danny leaned forward towards her lips.

"I can't, I'm not allowed." CJ whispered and Danny pulled back, confused. At his look, CJ laughed and explained. "Sam said I'm not allowed to move my hands."

"Well, much as I like that rule," Danny paused as her eyes grew wide and flitted to his mouth and back to his eyes. "I'm releasing you, you're allowed to use your hands."

CJ smiled and reached out, pulling his face to hers. He was shocked as her lips met his but quickly recovered. He moved onto the couch with her, never breaking contact with their lips as he pinned her body against the back of the couch. Her hands tangled in his hair as he ran his up her dress, coming to rest on her waist as her mouth opened and he tasted more than fruit juice.

He broke the kiss and moved back, looking at her for a moment. Their heavy breathing was the only noise in the room until Danny finally broke the silence, close to laughter. "Why, CJ! You're drunk!"

Her eyes still closed, she smiled. "I know. Sam told me already." Danny thought back to the party. He'd only seen her with champagne and punch. Even though he hadn't been allowed near her for most of the evening, his eyes had found her on numerous occasions and he was sure of his skills of observation.

"The juice was alcoholic, wasn't it?" She opened her eyes and nodded, then reached for him again. He rolled off the couch, out of her reach. "Alright then. So, where did Sam go?"

He stifled a laugh at her expression of concentration. They sat in silence for a moment, until CJ remembered. "He's coming back, said I need to go home, to bed."

"Sounds like a plan." Danny started for the door. CJ stood up unsteadily and grabbed for him. He held her up as she figured out how her legs worked again. She moved her face nearer to his and whispered, "You can put me to bed."

His eyes widened and he grabbed her, giving her a quick searing kiss. He knew that tomorrow he wouldn't get anywhere near this close to the soon-to-be embarrassed Press Secretary and he enjoyed it while he could. Then he pushed her to arms length away. "I'm going to go find Sam or Toby, see who gets to see you home."

"Do I get a vote?" CJ's eyes sparkled at the reactions she was getting.

Danny laughed softly and pushed her back down on the couch. "Sit there for a minute." He moved to the door and opened it, looking out for Sam. He then realized he couldn't go wandering around alone and moved back to CJ. He snagged her shoes and reached for her feet. As he put them on her, he tried to ignore the fingers running through his hair.

Finishing as quickly as possible, he grabbed her hands, stilling them. "Maybe Sam had the right idea," he muttered as he put them in her lap. Then he reached for her wrap and placed it around her shoulders.

"Come on," he helped her up. "Let's go find Sam. Do you have a coat?"

She shook her head but gestured to her briefcase. "Grab that for me." He did and then kept it from her as she tried to take it from him.

"No, you're too unbalanced as it is. I promise I won't look inside." She relented and leaned heavily on him as his arm snaked around her waist.

They made their way slowly down the hall, "CJ? Where would Sam be? Or Toby?"

She thought for only a moment. "Office."

"You don't think they went back to the party?"

She laughed at that thought, of the two workaholics going back to the party after they had been released from duty. He realized his blunder and smiled. "Of course. To the offices then."

They fell silent as CJ focused on putting one foot in front of the other. As they reached Toby's closed door, they could hear raised voices. Danny realized, gladly, that he couldn't make out any words. He knocked awkwardly, wishing briefly that he had three hands.

Immediately, the door slammed open. Toby's hard look softened as he took in the scene. "Shoot, Sam, we forgot about her." Sam turned from the desk with a slight smile on his face. "Yeah, who's taking her home?"

"Well, neither of us can leave with this-- umm, thing going on." Toby glanced at Danny warily. Danny waved it off. "I'm off the record, since I walked into CJ's office actually," he reassured them both.

CJ finally broke in. "I'm tired. C'mon, someone take me to bed."

Danny tightened his hold on her. "You're going to wish you used different words if you remember any of this tomorrow." Sam grinned and Toby hid a smirk. "But someone does need to take her home. Are there any drivers around?"

Sam shook his head. "No, it's late. The ones not already driving the last guests home have been sent home themselves. We could call her a cab, but I'm not sure I want to deal with the media tomorrow when she asks the cabdriver to take her to bed."

Danny started. "Well, I could-"

Before he could finish, Donna came around the corner. "Oh, there she is!"

"Hey, Donna, what's going on?" Danny greeted her.

"I need to go over something quick with CJ before I leave."

"Good luck." Sam smirked. At her glance, he explained. "She's a bit... tipsy... tonight."

Toby rolled his eyes. "She's drunk, Donna, trashed. Completely gone. She didn't realize she was drinking alcohol all night, thought it was, what was it again?"

"Fruit juice." Danny and Sam chimed in.

"Oh, alright. I guess I'll have to run it by her tomorrow instead." She began to walk away until Toby called her back.

"Wait. You need to take her home. Sam and I need to... and Danny-" he glanced at Danny. "Sorry, but we don't need the headache of any pictures of that getting out."

Danny nodded. Donna shrugged. "Alright, but can she walk? Danny can come with me to help if she can't; you guys stay here and work."

CJ seemed to wake up. "I can walk." She straightened up to prove her point and took a few tentative steps. She grabbed her briefcase from Danny and wavered, but ultimately stayed upright. Turning to Danny, she gently put her hand on his cheek. "Thanks, Fishboy. We should do this again sometime." He turned red as she turned to Toby and Sam and waved good-bye. As she walked away, he dared to turn to Toby and Sam. Both looked slightly amused.

"Off the record." Toby reminded him.

Danny nodded , "Of course, I told you I was off the record tonight."

"I meant us. We're off the record too." Toby said, then went back into the office.

Sam followed him. "Night Danny." The door shut and Danny was alone in the West Wing hallway. As he walked toward the exit he started to whistle.

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