Title: You had a bad day
Series: The chocolate series
Pairing: CJ/Abbey
Disclaimer: The characters, settings etc are the property of Aaron Sorkin, NBC etc, etc.
I own nothing. I'd own the plot, except there isn't one. So I borrow these lovely characters, turn them gay and manipulate them to fit my own twisted ideas. Don't worry, I'll have them back in due time ;)


This is my very first West Wing fanfic. I'm Scandinavian, I've never been to the states and US Government and politics confuses the living daylights out of me. But I thought I'd give it a try since the characters are so much fun.

Love,
Jellicos

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Part One: You had a bad day

It had been the worst day in White house history. Well, at least according to CJ Cregg. And it wasn't getting any better. On her way to the state dinner in the rose garden, she'd actually managed to trip over a dead chipmunk. She didn't even wonder how the hell a dead chipmunk made its way onto the lawn at the White House, she was much to engulfed in making sure she hadn't stepped close to it. It wasn't the fact that it was dead that freaked her out the most, even though that was just disgusting. No, she just did not care for chipmunks. They freaked her out. Tiny little rodents that looked like they had popped ecstasy pills and not slept for two days straight. She was sure they would jump up and bite her, even if the one on the lawn had not moved for probably over 2 hours.

Her night didn't get better when she arrived at the dinner.

Her hair was a mess but she'd managed to get it under control in the ladies room. But somehow she couldn't for the life of her understand what the guest of honor was trying to tell her.

The state dinner had been set in honor of the visit of the Swedish prime minister. Only Prime Minister Person wasn't very good at English. So CJ had simply smiled and nodded when she thought it was appropriate, turning the prime minister's attention towards anything that she could talk about without having to ask his opinion.

And now, as she'd finally gotten away from the Prime Minister and gotten herself a nice glass of champagne; her heel broke off.

That was it! Limping out of the hall, she decided she was not going back without new shoes, a stiff drink and a whole lot of chocolate in her system.

Shoes in hand, she made her way through the building towards the mess. She knew that was the only place in this building where she'd have any chance at finding chocolate at this hour.

Her own stash was out and she knew for a fact that Toby had eaten his last bar. If there was one thing she was always on top of it was her friend's candy-stashes.

Humming softly to herself as she entered the deserted room, CJ started her search for anything with coco in it.

Two minutes later, her heart sank to her shoes. All she found was a plate of brownie crumbles.

"Alright! Whoever stole the last of the brownies, show yourself to I can shove my foot up your ass! I've had the worst day in the history of mankind and all I need is some damn chocolate!" She cried out, ready to smack anyone who showed up and run away with the brownies while they where still disoriented.

"Now really Claudia Jean, I don't think I care for your tone." CJ froze. Her back was still turned to the owner of the voice, which was a good thing, because right now she needed the extra two seconds to collect herself and stop looking as mortified as she felt.

"I'm… sorry ma'am." She said with as much dignity as she could as she turned to face Abigail Bartlet. Somehow it still came out as if she was a seven year old girl who had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"So, you're not going to shove your foot up my ass for taking the last of the brownies then?" Abbey smirked as she noticed the embarrassed look on her friend's face.

"No ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am, I've just had a very bad day." She explained, half looking at Abbey and half admiring the floor tiles.

"Well, then you need chocolate." Abbey stated as she put a plate of two large pieces of fudge brownies on the counter.

"It's alright ma'am, I'm sure I have some-" She started, but Abbey who had made her way over to the fridge, looked over her shoulder at her.

"Whipped cream?" She asked as she pulled a bowl out of the fridge.

CJ simply nodded and sat down as Abbey started placing the bowl of whipped cream, a jar of cherries, and a tube of caramel sauce on the table.

"You sure know how to eat brownies Mrs. Bartlet." CJ smirked and pulled the little bag of chopped nuts from one of the cabinets.

"Well, I should hope I learned something at Harvard." She smirked back as she started topping her piece of brownie off with all the condiments. "And would you please call me Abbey? It's just the two of us here. I sent the headstrong secret service agents out to guard the door."

"Forgive me, but, I'm not sure that was such a good idea Abbey." CJ ventured. "What if something where to happen?"

"I'm sure I can take on a frustrated press secretary by myself." At the end of the sentence, Abbey looked up from her brownie. The look in her eyes made CJ wonder whether or not she was still standing. The floor seemed to have vanished from under her feet.

Clearing her throat, CJ decided it best not to answer. She wasn't entirely sure her voice was working, and either way, she didn't have a snappy comeback.

This was just brilliant by the way. She was only the press secretary to the White House, the link between the American people and the President of the United States, and in the presence of the First Lady, she was tongue-tied like a pre-pubescent teenage boy and couldn't find a way to utter a simple phrase.

"So, you had an interesting conversation with the Swedish prime minister I heard." Abbey said conversationally. CJ's eyes snapped up to look at her, a suspicious look in her eyes.

"What did you hear?" She asked.

"He said you where charming." Abbey answered with a smile.

"Oh…" CJ paid close attention to how the cream on her brownie changed patterns around the sprinkled nuts. "Well, I wouldn't know. I'm not exactly sure what we talked about." She confessed and smiled a little as Abbey laughed at her statement.

"I don't like cherries." CJ picked at the sinister looking red berry with her fork.

"What did you say?" Abbey looked incredulously at her.

"I don't like cherries." CJ repeated.

"Why not?" The slightly older woman persisted.

"I don't know they just… look funny." She shrugged her shoulders, still poking at the cherry.

"When was the last time you had one?" Abbey asked curiously watching as the little red berry made its way from CJ's fork to the edge of the plate and then back again.

"Uhm… I'm not sure."

"Then how do you know you don't like them?" CJ wasn't sure she liked the tone in Abbey's voice. The woman was up to something, she could feel it.

She just shrugged one shoulder, still watching the berry as she rolled it back and forth on her plate.

"Just try it CJ," Abbey smiled slightly. "You might find you enjoy it."

The cherry popped out from under the suddenly too heavy pressure of CJ's fork, and flew over the counter to land on the floor next to Abbey.

"Oh, sorry." CJ blushed slightly and put her fork down.

"Well?" Looking up, she met Abbey's gaze, not sure whether it was suicidal or just stupid to feel her entire body tingle from the amused spark in the deep brown eyes.

"Alright." Ok, maybe she was slightly suicidal after all. "Uhm…" Was all her vocal skills could manage to utter as Abbey took a cherry from the jar and held it up to CJ's mouth, twirling it between her thumb and forefinger.

"Open up Claudia." Abbey coaxed with a sly grin and smiled as CJ parted her lips, darting her tongue out to get a hold of the little cherry.

She hadn't been able to resist letting her lips and tongue brush ever so slightly over Abbey's fingers, but the pure rush of watching Abbey's eyes widen and her breath hitch at the contact was more than CJ had bargained for.

"CJ…" Leaning over ever so slightly, Abbey's fingers made feather light contact with CJ's cheek, making the younger woman forget everything else as she closed her eyes and leaned into her touch.

"Here you are!" Both women jumped high at the sound of several pairs of feet entering the mess.

"Jed, really! You just barge in like this scaring us both to death?" Abbey glared at her husband as CJ scrambled to her feet, wondering what the hell had just happened and why she was still dizzy like she'd just drank the entire wine supply.

"Sorry ladies." The President smiled brightly at the two women. "I haven't had much time on my hands to eat today and then I heard about the delightful fudge brownie down here so I thought I'd go on a quest for some." Walking up, he put his hand on his wife's shoulders and smiled as CJ got up to make room for him.

"No, no, no." He gestured for her to remain seated. "Don't be silly CJ. You sit here and take care of my wife. God knows she likes you more than me." He winked at them before his gaze was drawn to the two half eaten brownie pieces.

"My, they do look tasty." He leaned over Abbey and went to take a piece, only to have his hand slapped by the woman seated in front of him.

"Manners Jed." She scolded him.

"Abbey, I am the President of the united states. If I want a brownie, I'm damned well going to get a brownie." He huffed, making Abbey stand up with her hands on her hips.

Realizing she had the chance to avert the third world war, CJ interrupted the arguing spouses.

"Take my piece Mr. President." She offered. "I have to get back to the party anyway.

"Don't give in to him CJ, he's just a spoiled little child." Abbey argued, glaring at Jed from the corner of her eye.

"Well, consider it a 'thank you' for letting me steal the First Lady for an hour." She smiled and she could swear she saw Abbey blush slightly.

"CJ, if this is how you repay it, you can have her." The President said as he sat down and took a big piece of the chocolate desert.

"I might take you up on that." CJ said with a hint of a smile before making her way up to her office in search for a new pair of shoes, or possibly, all the chocolate fudge brownies in the state.

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