1 TITLE: One in Ten Million: Chapter 2
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: The silver frame held all the evidence that Simon needed—he and CJ were perfect for each other.
SPOILERS: You guys know the drill, Simon lives! Follows "Breaking the Rules"/ "In Front of You"
***
It was Simon's turn to come home late, and as he hastily parked the bulky Suburban on the curb of CJ's apartment building, he winced at the pain in his shoulders. Being placed back into the President's detail took not only paperwork but also a heavy review of the physical skills an Agent needed. He wasn't out of shape, but as Simon slowly climbed the stairs towards the door, he realized that he was getting older.
He had changed back into a suit, but Simon was now so tired that he hardly noticed the stifling July heat; his only thought was of lying down and sleeping, preferably with CJ at his side.
Once inside the elevator, Simon leaned against the wall and realized that every agent he'd been with today was fifteen years younger than he was; the only upside to his age was the leadership position—Simon would be heading the President's security team at the Democratic Convention next month. It excited Simon a bit that Agent Butterfield had chosen HIM for the job, as it was a high risk, high responsibility detail. Simon took the honor gladly, knowing he could handle it.
"Hey!" CJ's voice rung out, greeting Simon as he pushed through the door. "You're in luck, the pizza just came," she smiled, rising from the sofa. "It's still hot."
"You and hot pizza? Perfect," Simon murmured, kissing CJ carefully.
CJ smiled, leaning into Simon's body. When he instinctively flinched away from the pressure on his shoulders, CJ looked up with surprise. "Honey?" she asked slowly, nervous at the way Simon had pulled away. "What is it?"
With a smile that only slightly comforted CJ, Simon squeezed her upper arms. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just a lot older than I thought."
Moving past CJ, Simon found the couch and flopped down, suit jacket and all. CJ was still confused, the look on her face told Simon as she sat down beside him. Tucking her knees under her body, CJ waited for Simon to continue. He took her hand, her simple touch enough to relax him. "We're doing physical re-certifications for Eagle's Convention detail and the whole thing is just harder than I remember it to be."
CJ sighed with an almost guilty relief. What had she been thinking? Smiling now, CJ tentatively slid her arm over Simon's shoulders. "I can give you a back rub," she said with a tease in her voice, her breath on Simon's ear sending pleasant shivers down his spine.
Turning his head, Simon quickly captured CJ's lips, the soreness in his body suddenly dissipating.
***
As Simon ate a slice of pizza, CJ was on the phone with the White House, Toby no doubt. Their raucous conversation had been going on for the past twenty minutes, and it seemed like every two minutes CJ shot an apologetic glance Simon's way. She had no reason to feel guilty, as Simon got quite a kick out of the way she and Toby bantered. For the three weeks when Simon had been with CJ day in and day out at the White House, he'd come to like Toby as much as CJ did.
Rising from the sofa with a new relaxation in his body, Simon thought about changing his clothes. Slipping past CJ, he briefly let his hands rest on her hips, rewarded with a bright smile. She was so beautiful, Simon thought absently as he headed down the hallway, she was absolutely gorgeous.
As he removed his coat and tie slowly, Simon pondered how he was going to do this. He had a feeling that CJ wouldn't be too receptive to the idea; he had inklings that it might even upset her. She was fiercely independent, hated to be smothered, and CJ had been perpetually single. That fact alone sent Simon warning signals.
Setting his gun and holster down on the dresser, Simon's eye caught the framed photograph that CJ kept there. Taken at a fundraiser sometime in June, the picture was filled with bright colors; an American flag in the background, CJ's yellow dress and blue eyes, Simon's black tuxedo, and the way they so handsomely melded together. The silver frame held all the evidence that Simon needed—he and CJ were perfect for each other.
The thought of not having her in his life terrified Simon as he carefully hung up his suit coat; before closing the closet he dipped his hand into the jacket's side pocket. Bringing it out and turning the small black box over in his palm, Simon smiled softly. This could work, Simon thought, knowing that if he handled the situation with care, CJ might be his wife. *
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: The silver frame held all the evidence that Simon needed—he and CJ were perfect for each other.
SPOILERS: You guys know the drill, Simon lives! Follows "Breaking the Rules"/ "In Front of You"
***
It was Simon's turn to come home late, and as he hastily parked the bulky Suburban on the curb of CJ's apartment building, he winced at the pain in his shoulders. Being placed back into the President's detail took not only paperwork but also a heavy review of the physical skills an Agent needed. He wasn't out of shape, but as Simon slowly climbed the stairs towards the door, he realized that he was getting older.
He had changed back into a suit, but Simon was now so tired that he hardly noticed the stifling July heat; his only thought was of lying down and sleeping, preferably with CJ at his side.
Once inside the elevator, Simon leaned against the wall and realized that every agent he'd been with today was fifteen years younger than he was; the only upside to his age was the leadership position—Simon would be heading the President's security team at the Democratic Convention next month. It excited Simon a bit that Agent Butterfield had chosen HIM for the job, as it was a high risk, high responsibility detail. Simon took the honor gladly, knowing he could handle it.
"Hey!" CJ's voice rung out, greeting Simon as he pushed through the door. "You're in luck, the pizza just came," she smiled, rising from the sofa. "It's still hot."
"You and hot pizza? Perfect," Simon murmured, kissing CJ carefully.
CJ smiled, leaning into Simon's body. When he instinctively flinched away from the pressure on his shoulders, CJ looked up with surprise. "Honey?" she asked slowly, nervous at the way Simon had pulled away. "What is it?"
With a smile that only slightly comforted CJ, Simon squeezed her upper arms. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just a lot older than I thought."
Moving past CJ, Simon found the couch and flopped down, suit jacket and all. CJ was still confused, the look on her face told Simon as she sat down beside him. Tucking her knees under her body, CJ waited for Simon to continue. He took her hand, her simple touch enough to relax him. "We're doing physical re-certifications for Eagle's Convention detail and the whole thing is just harder than I remember it to be."
CJ sighed with an almost guilty relief. What had she been thinking? Smiling now, CJ tentatively slid her arm over Simon's shoulders. "I can give you a back rub," she said with a tease in her voice, her breath on Simon's ear sending pleasant shivers down his spine.
Turning his head, Simon quickly captured CJ's lips, the soreness in his body suddenly dissipating.
***
As Simon ate a slice of pizza, CJ was on the phone with the White House, Toby no doubt. Their raucous conversation had been going on for the past twenty minutes, and it seemed like every two minutes CJ shot an apologetic glance Simon's way. She had no reason to feel guilty, as Simon got quite a kick out of the way she and Toby bantered. For the three weeks when Simon had been with CJ day in and day out at the White House, he'd come to like Toby as much as CJ did.
Rising from the sofa with a new relaxation in his body, Simon thought about changing his clothes. Slipping past CJ, he briefly let his hands rest on her hips, rewarded with a bright smile. She was so beautiful, Simon thought absently as he headed down the hallway, she was absolutely gorgeous.
As he removed his coat and tie slowly, Simon pondered how he was going to do this. He had a feeling that CJ wouldn't be too receptive to the idea; he had inklings that it might even upset her. She was fiercely independent, hated to be smothered, and CJ had been perpetually single. That fact alone sent Simon warning signals.
Setting his gun and holster down on the dresser, Simon's eye caught the framed photograph that CJ kept there. Taken at a fundraiser sometime in June, the picture was filled with bright colors; an American flag in the background, CJ's yellow dress and blue eyes, Simon's black tuxedo, and the way they so handsomely melded together. The silver frame held all the evidence that Simon needed—he and CJ were perfect for each other.
The thought of not having her in his life terrified Simon as he carefully hung up his suit coat; before closing the closet he dipped his hand into the jacket's side pocket. Bringing it out and turning the small black box over in his palm, Simon smiled softly. This could work, Simon thought, knowing that if he handled the situation with care, CJ might be his wife. *
