Disclaimer: The characters are the brainchildren of Aaron Sorkin and whoever else, not mine.
Rating: PG
Notes: Okay, so this is a CJ/Simon standalone. Needless to say, I was watching the end of Season Three recently, and this came out. I just think CJ is so interesting because of all the contradictions in her character, and I adore Simon, so… Here ye are. Let me know the verdict!
Grazie. :)
One in a million, that's who she was. And he couldn't figure her out. He, Simon Donovan, graduate of West Point, Special Agent, well, extraordinaire, was for once at a loss. He'd never known a woman with such presence before. Women often tended to be put off by the all-consuming nature of his job, to be intimidated by it, and him. Now he was the intimidated one. Something about her got to him. She was so…tough. Unafraid really, to stand up to things she found unjust, or simply pissed her off. Feisty. He liked that about her. And yet, she had this small-town vulnerability about her too, this shyness, that made him wish he could follow her around all the time, just in case anyone tried to hurt her. In any way. Ever. Or, you know, looked at her.
He looked at her. Totally inappropriate, of course, but he just couldn't help himself. That long, lanky, rangy body…somehow so graceful. The image of her flitted always at the edge of his consciousness, just far enough out of mind not to prove a fatal distraction. But always there. And by god, she could look sexy as hell in anything, anywhere. From the gym clothes to the business suits to the black Vera Wang; to him, it was unfathomable. How did the woman manage it? It was maddening, intriguing, and endearing all at the same time. Not unlike Ms. Claudia Jean Cregg herself:a woman of contradictions...or perfections?