So...Danny's back.
Chapter 1: Messages
Set before Internal displacement.
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CJ strode into her office juggling various reports, none of which she had the time to read. Dropping them onto her desk and herself into the chair she took a second to breath. It was one of those days, although it now seemed her life consisted of only 'those days' strung together by just enough sleep to stay awake during mind-numbingly boring meetings on things she couldn't care less about.
"CJ?" Margaret entered the room to see a mass of her bosses hair hiding the head resting on the desk.
A muffled "Whaat?" was heard in reply.
"Erm, are you okay?"
CJ lifted her head of the desk to look at Margaret. "I'm fine, what do you need?"
"I've got messages."
CJ held Margaret's eyes in hers, waiting.
This carried on.
"Oh you want me to read them now?"
"That would be nice." CJ replied. At least it was entertaining having Margaret as your assistant.
She looked down at the post-its in her hand. "The first ladies office called, something about Friday night. Will Bailey needs a minute before the briefing. And Danny Concannon called…"
"What?" CJ's head snapped up from the papers she was sorting through whilst listening.
"Danny Concannon, you know with the Post, kind of scruffy…"
"Yea, I'm aware of who he is, thank you. What did he want?"
"He didn't say, just asked if you could call him back. You want me to pass it on to Will?"
"Nope, no, I mean… yea I can call him back myself. He didn't say why?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Are we done with messages?"
"Oh, yes." Margaret turned and went back to her desk, a little confused, but no more than usual really.
CJ held her blackberry all ready to phone Danny. But why? Even if he was back with another story, why would he be calling her. She supposed there was only one way to find out.
The phone rang twice on the other end before she heard a familiar voice speak, "This is Danny."
"Hey, it's CJ."
"Hey, I wasn't entirely sure you'd get back to me."
"Well, my curiosity got the better of me."
"Sure."
"So, why am I talking to you?"
"I'm in town at the moment, don't suppose we could talk over dinner?"
"Dinner? Erm, I guess, Thursday's just freed up?"
"I'll take it."
"Right okay. I'll see you then."
"Yup, see ya." And Danny was gone, too quick, like he didn't want her to think about it too much.
CJ held the phone in front of her. "Right." She hadn't seen Danny in years, she started to rack her brain trying to think of something they had done that he could have found. She had nothing. She'd just have to wait and see.
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