~ Title: Not In So Many Words

~ Author: Hilary Claire (email to: hilary_claire_@hotmail.com)

~ Spoilers: Relevant Posse Comitatus spoilers. Everything else is, at most, alluded to...

~ Rating: PG

~ Summary: CJ looks at her for a moment, frowning, wondering exactly how much Joey knows, and how she found out. And she doesn't know what to say, so she brushes the sympathy aside out of habit. "It's... it's no big deal. I barely knew the man." (Takes place a few months after the events of Posse Comitatus.)

~ Pairings: None, not really... It's reflects on CJ/Simon and Joey/Other... Not that Simon or Joey's 'other' actually appear... Hence, reflection...

~ Archive: Tell me where you want to put it and there's a good chance I'll say yes...

~ Feedback: Yes please! Can be directed to hilary_claire_@hotmail.com or posted with fanfiction.net...

~ Disclaims: No, I don't own anything here. I'm out of school currently, and I have to do something to prevent my brain from going all mushy. Ownership really belongs to one of the following entities: Aaron Sorkin. NBC. Warner Brothers. John Wells Productions... You get the idea.

~ Author's Random Note: First of all, I saw someone put all of their notes and stuff in one chapter, and the actual story in the next. I thought, hey, I like that. My notes tend to go on for awhile and I like to think that people read them rather than scrolling past. So, trying new format for a couple of stories. If people hate it, tell me and we'll go back to the other way... but only if you offer a really compelling reason for me to do so...

~ Author's Notes About the Story: This fic marks the return of Joey (Yay! Don't we all love Joey?) and offers a little bit of Joey insight as well as a little bit of CJ insight. Those two seriously have a lot in common, (some of which I made up) if you really want to look for it. Apparently, I wanted to. ;) Also, you'll notice I don't mention Kenny at all. That's cuz he's not there. Don't think me strange; Marlee Matlin has an amazing capacity for the English language, and a beautiful voice to boot. I think it's high time she be allowed to shine, all-her-by-herself. If you really want to, you can imagine Kenny there signing for her, I guess. But if you do, I think the story will lose something... Also, I guess you could look at this in a bit of a slashey way. But again, I don't think I would. Anyways, just read.... OH, and just in case you thought I was making up the stuff about deaf/hard of hearing community, I wasn't. At least, not really. I happen to know a few things about D/HoH community thanks to my friend Jenny, who is profoundly deaf and to whom I shall dedicate this story. So while I take some artistic freedom with the story, it isn't entirely based outside of reality...