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Coming Together
CJ walked through the halls of the West Wing towards her office. She opened the
door and was a bit surprised to see who was behind it. "Good morning, Mrs.
Bartlet," she said, a bit shocked.
"Morning, CJ." Abbey said as she
looked up from the couch.
"Um...What exactly are you doing here? Not
that I don't want you here, but--"
"I needed to ask you something," Abbey
said as she rose.
CJ walked over to the couch. "Okay, what's
that?"
"You've known Toby for how long now?"
"Uh, I would have to
say ten years, maybe more. Why?"
Abbey smirked. "CJ, please. I know
you."
"I'm completely in the dark here, Mrs. Bartlet."
"Abbey,
please. And sit down."
"Yes ma'am." CJ sat down in the chair opposite
of Abbey.
"Anyway, in all the years that you've known Toby, how many
times have you gone out with him?" Abbey looked at CJ, waiting for an
answer.
CJ thought for a moment. What on earth was the First Lady asking
her this for? She had never just come in to her office and done this. She
blushed as she replied, "Well, never..."
Abbey nodded, "That's what I
thought. Here." She handed her a piece of paper with an address on it. "Be
there at 6:00 sharp tonight."
"Mrs.
Bartlet--"
"Abbey..."
"Abbey, what are you doing?"
"Oh,
just something that I probably should have done during the campaign." Abbey
stood up and walked to the door. "Have a lovely day."
"You too, ma'am."
CJ watched as Abbey walked out of the office. What was she up to? Why did CJ
have to be at this address? She sighed and walked to her desk to get ready for
her briefing.
Toby sat at his desk, writing a memo when there was a knock
at the door. "I told you that I can't have any distractions right now,
Ginger!"
"Toby, is that any way to talk to the First Lady?" Abbey asked
as she walked into the office.
He stood up, shocked. "No ma'am...I
mean...I'm sorry. I thought..."
She waved it off. "Doesn't matter. I'm
not here to talk to you about your rudeness."
"I beg your
pardon?"
Abbey smiled wryly. "You heard me."
He sighed, "Yes, I
did. If you don't mind me asking, what did you need?"
"I wanted to ask
you a few questions."
"Okay."
"So, how long have you been in love
with CJ?" Abbey asked casually.
Toby's eyes widened. Why would the
First Lady, of all people be asking him this? "Uh...I've never been in love
with her, ma'am. We've known each other for quite some time, but--"
"Oh
please," she said, cutting him off. "I have seen the way you two are when
you're in the same room. Those sarcastic jokes, the secret smiles, trust
me, Toby. I know more than you think."
"Mrs. Bartlet, I don't know
what you're getting at here, but CJ and I have never been in love. We've been
friends for a while. That's all." He could feel his face starting to turn
red.
"Uh huh, sure." She stood up and handed him a piece of paper with
the same address on it that she had given CJ. "Here, be at this place at 6:00
sharp tonight."
"What's going on?" He asked, completely
confused.
"Why would anything be going on," she asked innocently. She
walked to the door. "Have fun writing the rest of that memo." She then opened
the door and walked out of his office, leaving Toby in complete and utter
confusion.
6:00....
'What am I doing here,' CJ thought to herself
as she got out of the cab. It was a rather fancy restaurant. She walked inside
and fount the host. "Hello, I think I have a reservation here," CJ said with
uncertainty in her voice.
"Yes, ma'am, you do," the host said. "Follow
me please."
CJ followed the young man to a secluded table. "Are you
sure this is the right table?"
"Yes ma'am. Enjoy your meal." He smiled
and walked away.
She sat down and wondered what on earth Abbey was up
to.
Toby looked at his watch. 6:03. 'Damn,' he thought. He liked to be
punctual. This was not being punctual. He got out of the cab and walked into
the restaurant, confused. "Hello," he said to the host. "I believe there's
some sort of reservation for me here tonight. My name is--"
"Yes sir,
right this way," the host said.
"Okay..." Toby followed the host to the
table. He saw CJ sitting there. He turned to the host. "Are you sure this is
the right table?"
"Yes sir. Have a nice evening." The host said as he
gave Toby a menu and walked away.
Toby walked over to the table. "Good
evening."
"Toby!" CJ said, surprised. "What are you doing
here?"
"I could ask you the same question." He said as he sat
down.
"All I know is, I was supposed to be here at 6:00," CJ said,
looking at him.
"You were told that too?"
"Yeah..." A light bulb
went off in her head. "You don't think that..."
"We've been set up?" He
finished for her.
"Yeah." She laughed softly. "That's why she was
asking me all those questions."
Toby smiled. "Yes, Claudia Jean Cregg,
we have definitely been set up."
The Residence........
"I still
can't believe you did that," Jed said as he sat in his chair reading a
book.
"I did what had to be done," Abbey said simply.
"Yeah, but
what if it was a total disaster? You know, you would be blamed for many
things..."
"Shut up, Jethro."
"I told you not to call me
that."
"It'll work, just wait and see." Abbey smiled to herself, knowing
that she was right.
The Restaurant.....
"That was a lovely dinner,
CJ," Toby said as he called the waiter over. "I'll take the check now," Toby
said.
"I'm sorry sir, but it's been paid for." The waiter smiled and
walked away.
"Hmm, who could have done that?" CJ asked sarcastically.
"Does it really matter?" Toby asked as he helped CJ with her
coat.
"No, not really." She smiled.
"I think it worked," Toby
said as they walked out of the restaurant.
"What worked?"
"The
First Lady's little scheme." He smiled and took her hand and looked at her.
"And I'm glad it did." He kissed her softly on the lips.
"Me too," she
said quietly as they walked down the street, hand in hand.