Author's Notes:

Inspired by/set after 'Isaac and Ishmael'.

Obviously I don't own any of the characters.

This is my first of (hopefully) many CJ/Toby fics - I've just watched the full series for the first time and I am completely in love with these two.

Enjoy!

"You've never called me that at work before." Toby announced to CJ as he walked into his kitchen, finding her fixing up a late meal for the pair of them.

"Huh?" she looked up absent-mindedly before returning to the preparation of her speciality - scrambled eggs on toast. She barely ever had time to eat breakfast so hey, why not get a head start on those who eat by the societal norms of mealtimes?

"Pokey" he sauntered up to her, bringing his arms around her waist which caused her to spin to face him in response; she was fully attentive now as a light grin began to form on her face.

"It's cute… like you." She placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning back to the food. He smiled to himself and hugged her slightly tighter from behind as he wondered how on earth he could qualify as being cute. Ageing, balding and grumpy as hell most of the time: surely not the standard definition of cute. She began humming softly and he felt the need to respond before she enchanted him further.

"Cute?" his bewilderment was evident and his previous thoughts were echoed.

She didn't turn around but he could hear the smile in her voice; "Yes, Tobus. You are cute." She paused and giggled ever so slightly, "at times."

"Watch it." he uttered with a smile into her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.

"I can't concentrate with you so close." She was almost whispering but he felt her gently lean into his hold just a bit more.

"It's scrambled egg, CJ." he laughed at her ability to designate every simple task as important as a press briefing, always trying to be so focused and he briefly wondered how they didn't get more distracted by each other when they were working.

"I know Pokey but it's still my food." She affirmed his belief of her attitude, but also her endearing and slightly unusual strong love of food when she had a chance to eat.

"I don't know why you don't let me cook for you." He thought out loud and again she found herself distracted by him, this time her whole body facing him and her hands drawn loosely around his waist as he pulled her closer.

"I do let you cook for me" she replied innocently and continued "however I want to cook right now. But you're being all you and I can't."

"All me? I always knew your eloquence was why I fell in love with you." He teased at her pouting; he adored this side of her that she reserved for only him, just as he did with her.

"Shush before I eat your food as well as mine." She retorted and he snorted quietly at her comeback.

"Oh you can do better than that." He smiled and she bit her lip, her expression changing to mock thought. She was just about to open her mouth to respond before he pressed his lips to hers, tenderly kissing her. She deepened the kiss and brought her hands around his neck, pulling him in and causing him to again hold her closer, his hands on her exquisite hips. She pulled back, smiling at him but the smile suddenly faded and he tilted his head, puzzled.

"What?" he wondered, taken aback by her sudden change in mood.

"Do you smell that?" she questioned and he began to realise she'd overcooked the scrambled egg to the point where scrambled became burnt.

"Erm, CJ dear," he nodded his head to acknowledge the failed food behind her, and she turned with shame – as much shame that could be held for something so trivial.

"This is what happens when you distract me, Pokey." She sulked as she released herself from his arms and poured the contents of the pan into her trash can, he smiled at her candid nature.

"Jesus, you're adorable aren't you?" He stated and caught her off guard with a feverish kiss.