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A Different Kind Of Family ~ 2

Toby glared at CJ, "Punishment? You always do this. You always jump to conclusions, don't you?" He yelled.

"Look I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I thought that you did something very kind and generous for him. Who the hell cares if he's six or seven?!" She stood up and walked to the door.

"Wait," Toby said, his voice softer. "Look, I'm...I didn't mean to..."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for yelling like that. It's just, well, I wish you didn't tell the press."

"How is he?" She looked at him.

He sat back down, "He'll be okay but..."

"But what?" CJ sat down as well.

"He's refusing to go to a foster family." Toby said quietly. "He doesn't want to have to be put in the system."

"What's he want to do then, live on the street's by himself? He'll die out there." CJ said concerned.

"You think I don't know that!" Toby snapped.

"Look, you know I'm right Toby..."

"He wants to stay with me." Toby mumbled.

"What?" CJ asked trying to hear him.

"He want to stay with me." Toby yelled louder. "There, there's another story to tell the press."

"Screw you Toby. Look, I'm not going to tell anyone, ok. I promise." CJ said softly. "Trust me?"

Toby just looked at her and saw the truthness in her eyes. "I would be thankful if you didn't say anything." Toby said nicely.

"Done." CJ smiled.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

CJ got up and walked to the door again, "I have a briefing to give now. Is there anything I should tell them to change subject from calling you "Daddy Toby," or should I just let them keep calling you that," she asked, a wry smile on her face.

"You say anything to them about that, and you can forget this conversation," Toby said.

"Okay, okay, I was joking." She opened the door. "I guess I'll be going now."

"Yeah, okay." He waved her out the door.

"Oh, one more thing," she asked, turning around to face him, "What's his name?"

"Derek," he said. He looked up at her. "What?"

"Derek what," she asked. "Does he have a last name?"

"I don't know what it is, he won't tell me."

"Okay," she said as she turned to go again. "I'm going to go brief now."

"Yeah, fine. Have a good time," he said, not really paying attention to her. Instead, he was looking at something on his desk.


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