TITLE: The Ziegler Conspiracy. (4/?)
AUTHOR: Melissa Orr
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PART 4
"I hate these damn things," Toby moaned as he put the card in the door. "They never work."
"Turn the key around," CJ smirked. "You see the arrow on the card?"
"Like this?" Toby said, sarcastically. Yet to his amazement, actually worked. "I knew that."
"Sure," CJ grinned and opened her own door, which was a couple of doors down from Toby.
"Hey guys," Sam smiled from down the hall.
"Hey," CJ waved.
"You people are screwy," Toby shook his head and went into his hotel room.
It was almost one before everyone got to go to sleep. The President wanted everyone to have dinner together, and he spent most of the night talking about his meeting with Ritchie. Which proved to be a sore spot for CJ and Toby, who disagreed on just about everything each other was saying.
Toby was sleeping when he heard a knock at his door. First, he ignored it. Thinking if it was an emergency, the door would have been knocked down. But after a few minutes, the knocking continued. He moaned loudly as he got out of bed. He quickly walked over and opened the door, about to scream at who ever it was.
"Hi," Ann smiled and invited herself in.
"What?" Toby asked, rudely as he slammed the door.
"I heard you guys were in town," Ann joked.
"Go away."
"The Press seems to think CJ's going to have a problem with me being here."
"Everyone has a problem with you being here," Toby pointed out.
"I brought bourbon," Ann smiled and lifted the bottle. "Like the old days."
"It's three in the morning," Toby mentioned.
"You know, we weren't that bad off as friends," Ann mentioned, pouring a glass for her and Toby.
"That was before you used me as political game," Toby mentioned. He went into the bathroom and put on a robe, not noticing Ann putting something a little extra in his drink.
"Here," Ann smiled and handed him the cup.
"It's three in the morning. I even have limits," Toby shook his head.
"One drink, then I'll go," Ann smiled.
"Just one?"
"Just one."
"Fine," Toby nodded and grabbed it. He downed the whole drink in one swallow.
"That wasn't that bad," Ann smiled.
"Now go," Toby pointed to the door. "I don't want to deal with this right now."
"Why?"
"Because you're vindictive."
"But you like me," Ann smiled.
"Listen." Toby started to talk, but found himself getting dizzy.
"What?" Ann waited.
"I." Just then, Toby fell to the ground.
"Sleep well," Ann smiled.
Ann was able to get Toby back onto the bed and took off his robe. She covered him up over the waist, but left his bare upper body showing. As she arranged everything, she heard knocking on the door and then heard CJ's voice calling for him. Ann looked around and noticed a towel hanging over one of the chairs. She quickly took her clothes off and covered herself with the towel. She ran over to the door, messed her hair up a little, and opened it.
"What the hell took so long?" CJ asked quickly. "Ann?"
"CJ, can you keep it down, Toby's trying to sleep," Ann pointed to Toby on the bed. CJ glanced over and found herself shocked. "If you excuse me. We both have a busy day tomorrow," Ann mentioned and shut the door.
"That son of a bitch," CJ whispered to herself and went back into her own room.
SEVEN IN THE MORNING
"Toby!" Sam banged on the door. "Wake up!"
"Umm." Toby moaned and rolled over to his back. He grabbed his head and sat up.
"Toby!"
"I'm coming," Toby yelled back. He stood and slowly walked over to the door. He closed his eyes tight to try to get rid of the massive headache that he had, and Sam banging on the door was not helping. "Sam!" Toby snapped as he opened it.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Toby shook his head and went back to his bed. "My head hurts."
"You need some aspirin?" Sam asked, a little worried.
"I'm fine," Toby moaned. "What do you want?"
"It's seven, the President wants us all ready for breakfast after he's meeting."
"Damn!" Toby shot up and into the bathroom. "I was supposed to go with him."
"Toby," Sam shouted. "CJ's going."
"What?" Toby looked over at him.
"CJ's going. He bumped the meeting up and you were sleeping."
"CJ went?"
"She said she wanted to. She seemed ticked off at you though," Sam grinned. "Trouble in paradise?"
"What?"
"She seemed pissed at you."
"Why?"
"She called you a jackass," Sam shrugged.
"Wait," Toby was confused. "I talked with her last night, and everything was fine."
"She's mad."
"What did I do?" Toby snapped. "Now she gets mad when I don't do anything!"
"Toby," Sam hated when his boss yelled. "Talk to her before breakfast. I'm sure it's nothing."
"I don't." Toby began but was interrupted by the knock on the door. "Hold on," He told Sam and opened it.
"CJ wanted me to give you this," Carol mentioned, handing over a piece of paper.
"Thanks," Toby nodded and read it. "Where is she?"
"She's getting dressed. She's about to head out to the meeting," Carol said, yet Toby was already storming down the hall towards her room.
"Hold on," CJ yelled to the banging at her door. "What the hell."
"What's your problem?" Toby barged in. "We talked last night."
"That was before you let your penis do all the work again." CJ snapped.
"What the hell are you talking about? When did this have anything to do with my penis?" Toby yelled, confused.
"I went to your room last night to talk," CJ mentioned. "I guess I wasn't supposed to."
"Nothing's wrong with you talking to me," Toby shook his head.
"Except when you're having sex!" CJ snapped.
"Who was having sex?" Toby snapped back. "To be completely honest, I don't even remember my head hitting the pillow last night."
"I don't want to know about the kinky sex you two had last night," CJ waved him off. "I asked you not to talk to her."
"Who?" Toby snapped.
"Oh, now you're playing stupid," CJ yelled.
"CJ, I don't know what you think happened last night. Because I know for a fact I did not have sex last night!" Toby snapped.
"I saw you laying in bed sleeping Toby," CJ mentioned. "And I saw her. Standing in your room, wearing only a towel."
"CJ, if a woman was walking around my room wearing only a towel, I think I would remember that!"
"Ann," CJ shook her head. "You slept with Ann."
"Stark?" Toby screamed, shocked. "CJ, I did not sleep with Ann Stark last night."
"She was there," CJ mentioned. "Wearing a towel and telling me to be quiet because you were sleeping."
"Wait." Toby walked over and sat on CJ's bed. "She did come over last night," Toby nodded.
"No kidding," CJ said, sarcastically.
"No, she came over and brought bourbon."
"Don't blame this on drinking too much, I'll kick your ass," CJ glared. "I know for a fact that there isn't enough alcohol in this World to make you drunk."
"CJ, I swear to you, I had one drink and I don't remember anymore," Toby said, looking down thinking. "I told her to leave, and then I blanked out or something."
"You honestly think I'm going to believe that?" CJ glared. "I have a meeting," She gave up and left Toby sitting on the bed, thinking about last night.
"What the hell happened last night?" Toby asked himself, not even noticing CJ leaving.
TBC
PART 4
"I hate these damn things," Toby moaned as he put the card in the door. "They never work."
"Turn the key around," CJ smirked. "You see the arrow on the card?"
"Like this?" Toby said, sarcastically. Yet to his amazement, actually worked. "I knew that."
"Sure," CJ grinned and opened her own door, which was a couple of doors down from Toby.
"Hey guys," Sam smiled from down the hall.
"Hey," CJ waved.
"You people are screwy," Toby shook his head and went into his hotel room.
It was almost one before everyone got to go to sleep. The President wanted everyone to have dinner together, and he spent most of the night talking about his meeting with Ritchie. Which proved to be a sore spot for CJ and Toby, who disagreed on just about everything each other was saying.
Toby was sleeping when he heard a knock at his door. First, he ignored it. Thinking if it was an emergency, the door would have been knocked down. But after a few minutes, the knocking continued. He moaned loudly as he got out of bed. He quickly walked over and opened the door, about to scream at who ever it was.
"Hi," Ann smiled and invited herself in.
"What?" Toby asked, rudely as he slammed the door.
"I heard you guys were in town," Ann joked.
"Go away."
"The Press seems to think CJ's going to have a problem with me being here."
"Everyone has a problem with you being here," Toby pointed out.
"I brought bourbon," Ann smiled and lifted the bottle. "Like the old days."
"It's three in the morning," Toby mentioned.
"You know, we weren't that bad off as friends," Ann mentioned, pouring a glass for her and Toby.
"That was before you used me as political game," Toby mentioned. He went into the bathroom and put on a robe, not noticing Ann putting something a little extra in his drink.
"Here," Ann smiled and handed him the cup.
"It's three in the morning. I even have limits," Toby shook his head.
"One drink, then I'll go," Ann smiled.
"Just one?"
"Just one."
"Fine," Toby nodded and grabbed it. He downed the whole drink in one swallow.
"That wasn't that bad," Ann smiled.
"Now go," Toby pointed to the door. "I don't want to deal with this right now."
"Why?"
"Because you're vindictive."
"But you like me," Ann smiled.
"Listen." Toby started to talk, but found himself getting dizzy.
"What?" Ann waited.
"I." Just then, Toby fell to the ground.
"Sleep well," Ann smiled.
Ann was able to get Toby back onto the bed and took off his robe. She covered him up over the waist, but left his bare upper body showing. As she arranged everything, she heard knocking on the door and then heard CJ's voice calling for him. Ann looked around and noticed a towel hanging over one of the chairs. She quickly took her clothes off and covered herself with the towel. She ran over to the door, messed her hair up a little, and opened it.
"What the hell took so long?" CJ asked quickly. "Ann?"
"CJ, can you keep it down, Toby's trying to sleep," Ann pointed to Toby on the bed. CJ glanced over and found herself shocked. "If you excuse me. We both have a busy day tomorrow," Ann mentioned and shut the door.
"That son of a bitch," CJ whispered to herself and went back into her own room.
SEVEN IN THE MORNING
"Toby!" Sam banged on the door. "Wake up!"
"Umm." Toby moaned and rolled over to his back. He grabbed his head and sat up.
"Toby!"
"I'm coming," Toby yelled back. He stood and slowly walked over to the door. He closed his eyes tight to try to get rid of the massive headache that he had, and Sam banging on the door was not helping. "Sam!" Toby snapped as he opened it.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Toby shook his head and went back to his bed. "My head hurts."
"You need some aspirin?" Sam asked, a little worried.
"I'm fine," Toby moaned. "What do you want?"
"It's seven, the President wants us all ready for breakfast after he's meeting."
"Damn!" Toby shot up and into the bathroom. "I was supposed to go with him."
"Toby," Sam shouted. "CJ's going."
"What?" Toby looked over at him.
"CJ's going. He bumped the meeting up and you were sleeping."
"CJ went?"
"She said she wanted to. She seemed ticked off at you though," Sam grinned. "Trouble in paradise?"
"What?"
"She seemed pissed at you."
"Why?"
"She called you a jackass," Sam shrugged.
"Wait," Toby was confused. "I talked with her last night, and everything was fine."
"She's mad."
"What did I do?" Toby snapped. "Now she gets mad when I don't do anything!"
"Toby," Sam hated when his boss yelled. "Talk to her before breakfast. I'm sure it's nothing."
"I don't." Toby began but was interrupted by the knock on the door. "Hold on," He told Sam and opened it.
"CJ wanted me to give you this," Carol mentioned, handing over a piece of paper.
"Thanks," Toby nodded and read it. "Where is she?"
"She's getting dressed. She's about to head out to the meeting," Carol said, yet Toby was already storming down the hall towards her room.
"Hold on," CJ yelled to the banging at her door. "What the hell."
"What's your problem?" Toby barged in. "We talked last night."
"That was before you let your penis do all the work again." CJ snapped.
"What the hell are you talking about? When did this have anything to do with my penis?" Toby yelled, confused.
"I went to your room last night to talk," CJ mentioned. "I guess I wasn't supposed to."
"Nothing's wrong with you talking to me," Toby shook his head.
"Except when you're having sex!" CJ snapped.
"Who was having sex?" Toby snapped back. "To be completely honest, I don't even remember my head hitting the pillow last night."
"I don't want to know about the kinky sex you two had last night," CJ waved him off. "I asked you not to talk to her."
"Who?" Toby snapped.
"Oh, now you're playing stupid," CJ yelled.
"CJ, I don't know what you think happened last night. Because I know for a fact I did not have sex last night!" Toby snapped.
"I saw you laying in bed sleeping Toby," CJ mentioned. "And I saw her. Standing in your room, wearing only a towel."
"CJ, if a woman was walking around my room wearing only a towel, I think I would remember that!"
"Ann," CJ shook her head. "You slept with Ann."
"Stark?" Toby screamed, shocked. "CJ, I did not sleep with Ann Stark last night."
"She was there," CJ mentioned. "Wearing a towel and telling me to be quiet because you were sleeping."
"Wait." Toby walked over and sat on CJ's bed. "She did come over last night," Toby nodded.
"No kidding," CJ said, sarcastically.
"No, she came over and brought bourbon."
"Don't blame this on drinking too much, I'll kick your ass," CJ glared. "I know for a fact that there isn't enough alcohol in this World to make you drunk."
"CJ, I swear to you, I had one drink and I don't remember anymore," Toby said, looking down thinking. "I told her to leave, and then I blanked out or something."
"You honestly think I'm going to believe that?" CJ glared. "I have a meeting," She gave up and left Toby sitting on the bed, thinking about last night.
"What the hell happened last night?" Toby asked himself, not even noticing CJ leaving.
TBC