Leo had sent the rest of the staff home after the Sunnydale people had left. The President had sent Leo home in their wake and turned to his wife.

"Can we talk now, Abbey?" he asked.

"Can you listen to me, now?" she said. "And don't take anything out on Leo."

Jed narrowed his eyes at her, but she chuckled.

"Come on, Jethro, let's to bed."

Everyone arrived late to work on Monday morning. Leo, Sam, Josh, C.J and Donna ended up meeting in the entrance lobby.

"We've really got to back to work, now?" Josh asked. "Couldn't we declare it a national holiday or something. We killed a demon. And didn't you bring the dead back to life?"

"Only because we had to," Donna said.

"And you only know about that because you can't survive without Donna," C.J said.

Both Josh and Donna looked at her, slightly shocked. C.J rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, I'm going to lock in a room one day. Soon."

Josh and Donna shared a shocked look and quickly turned away.

It was Leo's turn to roll his eyes.

"You're going back to work now. Sam, I'm sure Toby has stuff for you write. And you need to meet with Wilson about Welfare, Josh."

"So it wasn't a dream," Sam said. "I really went out last night and saw a woman who had been dead chop the head off a yellow monkey thing which then disappeared?"

"Yes," Leo said, sighing. "And C.J and Donna have a sacred calling to kill Vampires, the First Lady is a registered witch, and the President is running for re-election. Go to work. We need the next two weeks to run as smoothly as possible."

Leo walked away, Sam and Josh decided to leave C.J and Donna alone.

"Will we go out tonight?" Donna asked.

"I'd like to," C.J said.

"Eight o'clock, then? I've got enough here for a basic patrol."

"Ask the boys if they want to come," C.J suggested.

Donna nodded, and they went back to their respective actual jobs.

Toby was waiting for C.J in her office. She ignored him as she sorted through her briefing notes and separated everything concerning the unexplained deaths.

"How are you?" Toby eventually asked.

"Well, you?"

"C.J?"

"Toby."

"Okay. Did you dream at all last night?"

"No, thank you. I slept very well. So well in fact that I slept through my alarm. Is there a reason you're here?"

He was sprawled on her couch, and C.J had to wonder how long he had been there.

"It is possible with the death of the demon that the Press are going to be asking questions. Even about Charles Owens's death, and certainly about the woman who died on Friday."

He was watching her carefully. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see a Slayer or the Press Secretary and was surprised to find, well, C.J.

"I can do that Tobus. The President's condolences to the families, all questions to the relevant authority. Until we have evidence of cause of death and perpetrator, there is little we can say about the crime. We're not even sure that they are crimes."

"Okay," Toby said.

He pulled himself up and turned to leave.

"Toby?" C.J asked, her tone telling him that she there was more to his presence than asking questions he knew she knew the answer to.

"I have to meet with Andy on Thursday. About the language in the speech."

"Yeah."

"So, I'll have to tell her about us, or the spell, or something. She'll notice that something's different."

"She's your ex-wife, Toby, not mine. Tell her what you need to."

"Okay. I just thought I'd give you a heads up."

"You know I'll be talking to her anyway, right?" C.J asked.

Toby nodded. C.J sat down at her desk and decided that she was going to stare blankly at her wall for a minutes before preparing for the briefing. Andy would call her on Friday, depending on what Toby told her. And, as he had neglected to make specific, the Press were going to be asking more questions about the MS now that the demon was no longer protecting people's secrets.

She picked up her briefing book with a sigh. It was back to the MS and Haiti and the re-election. Hopefully there would be Vampires out tonight.

Toby was still standing in her doorway.

"What's wrong?" she demanded.

"Leo's bringing in Bruno Gianelli," he said.

C.J nodded. "Good. We don't have the metal power to do it all on own in the time we have."

Toby scowled, but finally left C.J to her wall gazing.