TITLE: Where's all the food?
AUTHOR: Melissa Orr
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, never will.
"CJ, is there anymore Pizza?" Toby asked while walking into her office. "What the hell happened to your desk?"
"Charlie made me his bitch." CJ said trying to pick everything up from the floor.
"Excuse me?" Toby asked confused.
"I asked him for another copy of the Presidents private schedule. He said I had to do this, and do that. I just wanted another copy Toby!"
"So he broke your desk?"
"He cut the legs off, and when I put some books down, it collapsed. I loved this desk."
"We'll get you another one."
"That's not the point. No one does this to Claudia Jean Cregg!" CJ stood.
"Did the fall take Gail's life?" Toby asked half serious.
"No. I try to move her once on a while and I put her on the cabinet. If Gail would have died, I would have killed Charlie."
"What is with you and that fish?"
"This is the first animal I've had that stayed alive for longer then five days."
"Didn't you have a cat or a dog while growing up?"
"Yes. And they always got hit by a car on the fifth day. Always the fifth day." CJ yelled.
"Okay," Toby smiled a little. "Listen, is there anymore pizza?"
"I'm going to get him back."
"I believe you."
"I am."
"Pizza, Claudia Jean," Toby asked again.
"Josh ate it all. Where were you when I brought it?"
"Playing chess with the President."
"Why?"
"He gave me a chess set and we played."
"I thought he was playing with Sam?"
"He was."
"Okay," CJ said, half confused.
"So, there's no more?"
"Nope. Everyone inhaled it after I got back with it."
"Is this before or after secret service stopped you?" Toby asked with a smirk.
"Don't start Toby! Charlie switched my badge with his."
"So I heard," Toby smiled.
"Shut up," CJ sat on her couch. "Where's Sam?"
"He's still in his office. I told him I would teach him to play better chess."
"He got a set too?"
"Yeah. He also lost to the President, so I'm going to give him my expertise."
"Of what?" CJ smirked.
"To play chess!" Toby snapped.
"Do you know how long it's going to be until I get another desk?"
"Ummm.Tomorrow."
"No smart ass, I have to find one just right for my office."
"Who cares what it looks like?"
"I do!"
"Fine," Toby gave up. "Is there any food in this building?"
"I think we're out. Cook left early and locked everything up."
"He would."
"Go get something."
"It's one in the morning."
"Is it really?" CJ asked and looked at her watch. "Damn. See, time flies by when you're thinking about revenge."
"Why don't you just leave it alone?"
"What?" CJ glared at him. "He crazy glued my phone, and he broke my desk!"
"He crazy glued your phone?" Toby couldn't help but laugh.
"Get out!"
"This is too good," Toby smiled as CJ shoved him out. "What, you don't want my help to pick out the perfect designer desk for your lovely office." Toby laughed as CJ slammed the door in his face.
The end
"CJ, is there anymore Pizza?" Toby asked while walking into her office. "What the hell happened to your desk?"
"Charlie made me his bitch." CJ said trying to pick everything up from the floor.
"Excuse me?" Toby asked confused.
"I asked him for another copy of the Presidents private schedule. He said I had to do this, and do that. I just wanted another copy Toby!"
"So he broke your desk?"
"He cut the legs off, and when I put some books down, it collapsed. I loved this desk."
"We'll get you another one."
"That's not the point. No one does this to Claudia Jean Cregg!" CJ stood.
"Did the fall take Gail's life?" Toby asked half serious.
"No. I try to move her once on a while and I put her on the cabinet. If Gail would have died, I would have killed Charlie."
"What is with you and that fish?"
"This is the first animal I've had that stayed alive for longer then five days."
"Didn't you have a cat or a dog while growing up?"
"Yes. And they always got hit by a car on the fifth day. Always the fifth day." CJ yelled.
"Okay," Toby smiled a little. "Listen, is there anymore pizza?"
"I'm going to get him back."
"I believe you."
"I am."
"Pizza, Claudia Jean," Toby asked again.
"Josh ate it all. Where were you when I brought it?"
"Playing chess with the President."
"Why?"
"He gave me a chess set and we played."
"I thought he was playing with Sam?"
"He was."
"Okay," CJ said, half confused.
"So, there's no more?"
"Nope. Everyone inhaled it after I got back with it."
"Is this before or after secret service stopped you?" Toby asked with a smirk.
"Don't start Toby! Charlie switched my badge with his."
"So I heard," Toby smiled.
"Shut up," CJ sat on her couch. "Where's Sam?"
"He's still in his office. I told him I would teach him to play better chess."
"He got a set too?"
"Yeah. He also lost to the President, so I'm going to give him my expertise."
"Of what?" CJ smirked.
"To play chess!" Toby snapped.
"Do you know how long it's going to be until I get another desk?"
"Ummm.Tomorrow."
"No smart ass, I have to find one just right for my office."
"Who cares what it looks like?"
"I do!"
"Fine," Toby gave up. "Is there any food in this building?"
"I think we're out. Cook left early and locked everything up."
"He would."
"Go get something."
"It's one in the morning."
"Is it really?" CJ asked and looked at her watch. "Damn. See, time flies by when you're thinking about revenge."
"Why don't you just leave it alone?"
"What?" CJ glared at him. "He crazy glued my phone, and he broke my desk!"
"He crazy glued your phone?" Toby couldn't help but laugh.
"Get out!"
"This is too good," Toby smiled as CJ shoved him out. "What, you don't want my help to pick out the perfect designer desk for your lovely office." Toby laughed as CJ slammed the door in his face.
The end