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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, 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."


"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.


'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.

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