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C.J. was ecstatic. Four years is a long time to go without a day off, and she was finally getting one. Plans were made, and people were fore-warned that nothing but a national emergency would get her back into the office. C.J. was ecstatic.

The office was picked up, Carol was sent home, and C.J. was on her way out when Josh walked into her office.

"Hey, I know you've threatened death to the first person to interrupt the mini-vacation, but…"

"You figured you'd do it anyway?"

Josh sighed. "I just thought you'd like to know…"

C.J. cut him off with a wave. "You thought wrong. Whatever it is, I promise you I won't care about it until noon Sunday. At twelve p.m. Sunday, you can meet me at the front door of the White House and scream it into my ear. Until then, goodbye, mi amore."

C.J. walked toward the door, only to be accosted by a distraught-looking Donna.

"Are you on your way over?"

C.J. sighed. "I'm on my way home."

"But I thought you two were friends! Well, you seemed friendly with him… I mean… he gave you a fish. A fish! So I think he'd come over here for you if the situation were reversed."

C.J. felt a little tug on her insides. "Danny? Are we talking about Danny? Is there a situation?"

Donna looked at Josh accusingly. "You didn't tell her?"

Josh flushed. "I was trying."

Donna crossed her arms. "Try harder."

C.J. stared at Josh. "Tell me."

"Danny's parents were in a car accident. Hit head-on by a man texting on his cell phone. They're all dead, the man included. Danny was just told and he's not taking it very well."

"Not taking it very well?!" C.J. fumed. "Of course he's not taking it well. Is he still here? Please tell me he didn't try to go home…?"

"He's holed up in his office," Donna interjected. "He won't talk to anyone, but I think Katie took his keys."

"Remind me to thank Katie later." C.J. started toward the door.

"If there is anymore information let me know first. I'll be in Danny's office."

C.J. wasn't ecstatic anymore.

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C.J. braced herself against Danny's office door. She had run all the way there, but couldn't bring herself to knock. It had been years since her own mother's death, and the memory still hurt sometimes. If she allowed herself to linger too long on her mother's memory, pain came back as fresh as it had been the day she died. Yet, she still had her father –to some degree- and C.J. could not imagine losing both parents so quickly.

She knocked tentatively and called out, "Danny? Danny, hun, it's C.J."

Nothing.

"Can I come in?"

Still nothing.

"Danny, I'm coming in."

C.J. slowly opened the door. The lights were off, and she wondered for a moment if someone had taken him home.

"What's the point?"

C.J. focused her eyes as well as she could to a chair in the corner of the office. She could barely make out Danny's form in the darkness.

"Can I turn on this light?"

"No. Not until you tell me what the point is."

"The point is that I can't see you, and I like to see people's faces when I talk to them. It's why I'm not a phone person."

There was silence from the chair, and C.J. realized her mistake.

"Sorry, poor choice of words."

"Don't beat yourself up. It was a great choice of words. As of now, I'm not a big fan of phones either. But you never told me what the point was."

C.J. felt her way over to the chair behind Danny's desk.

"What point?"

"The point. It seems to me that all of this is pointless. Your friends make the laws to protect people, to keep them safe, set consequences for breaking those laws, and yet… it doesn't matter. People still rob 7-11s, people still shoot themselves up with whatever they can get their hands on, and people still drive while distracted. So I ask you again, what is the point?"

They sat in silence for a long time. Finally, C.J. sighed. "I don't know. I guess we hope that what we do will make a difference, even if it's only in a small way. If we can make someone's life better, if we can save someone's life… I wish it could have been your parents that we saved. You'll never know how sorry I am…"

There was a slight rustle from Danny's chair as he switched on a lamp. His usually grinning mouth was set into a line, and his eyes held none of the sparkle they usually held when he looked upon C.J. There were no more tears, however, no outpouring of grief. C.J. decided she would rather see tears than this unfeeling face.

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. It happens, you know?"

"Danny…"

"They took my keys. Guess they thought I wasn't able to drive. Isn't that funny? They give a fifteen year old kid a license and tell him to go wild. No one warns him not to text and drive. No one warns him not to multi-task, they just throw him some keys and wish him luck. But me, they take my keys when I'm not looking. Like I don't know what I'm doing. Like I haven't been doing it most of my life. Like they don't trust me."

"I trust you. I trust you with my life. I trust that when my father finally goes, you'll think enough of me to take my keys from me."

Danny looked up with mildly surprised eyes.

C.J. smiled slightly at him. "And I hope that when the time comes, you'll offer me a ride home."

The corner of Danny's mouth turned up.

"Was that an offer?"

C.J. smiled.

"Yeah."