CJ is looking at the door long after Joey goes, and when she finally moves, it is to pick up the phone. When she presses a button the speed dial, it is with conviction. After a moment, she speaks into the phone.

"Josh," she begins, the casual professionalism in her voice fading after she says his name. "When you've got a minute, can you come see me?" There is a pause, and then she says, "No it's not a work thing, it's just a ... It's another thing," she extemporizes, and then a wave of relief passes over her face. "Yeah," she says, and hangs up the phone. She leans back in her chair and swivels around to gaze out the window.



A short distance from where she sits and waits, Josh has gathered together Joey and her group of polling experts.

"Look, I have to go for a minute," he says apologetically to Joey and others in his office.

"What's going on?" Joey asks him, her curiosity genuine.

"It's nothing. I just have to see CJ for a minute," he explains as he heads out the door.

Joey smiles at this briefly, and turns her attention to the staffers in the room. "Take the rest of the night, everyone. We'll start up again tomorrow," she tells them, and walks into the corridor. Across the bullpen, she can see Josh enter CJ's office and close the door behind him.