For notes and disclaimers, see Part 1.
Part 10
Toby and Sam were sitting the mess, looking through the speech for tonight's state dinner.
"I like this part, "Toby said.
"Thanks," Sam said and smiled. "Do you think it's going to be a fun party?"
"It's not a party. It's a state dinner," Toby groaned.
"Okay. So, you think the dinner's going to be fun?"
Toby tapped his fingertips against his forehead. "What do I usually think of these kind of things?"
Sam was quiet for a while, before smiling. "Do you think Miranda's coming?"
Toby glared at Sam. "She's six years old, the dinner will begin at seven, which is exactly one hour before she needs to be in bed, so a wild guess, no."
"Wow, you seem to know a lot about Miranda and her routines."
Toby blushed and decided it was time to change subject. "Let's look it over again."
Sam groaned. "Toby, we've been here for an hour. We're going to look through the same speech for the sixth time and I can guarantee you no changes will be made."
Sam glared at him and Toby looked down on his papers, silently reading the speech to himself.
"Hey, guys."
Sam turned around and Toby raised his head, even though he would recognize that voice anywhere, anytime. She grabbed a chair and sat down next to Sam.
"Is Miranda coming tonight?" Sam asked.
CJ smiled and slowly nodded to Toby's surprise.
"Don't ask me why, but for some reason the President invited both of us. I'll only let her be there for an hour, though, tops. She needs to be in bed before eight."
Sam grinned hugely at Toby who kicked his chin under the table.
"Oww!"
"What's going on?" CJ asked and looked curiously at them.
"Nothing," Toby said quickly. "So, is she excited about tonight?"
CJ nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to pick her up in thirty minutes and take her out to buy her a new dress."
Sam's beeper suddenly beeped and he excused himself. Toby turned his attention back to the speech feeling CJ's eyes study him. She leaned back on the chair and then she leaned her elbows on the table. Toby looked up and smiled content.
"What?" He asked and did his best to sound irritated.
"Last night, when I was going to put Miranda to bed after you left, I asked her to tell me the story you told her."
Toby looked back at his papers and tried sound as if he didn't care when he answered. "You did, did you?"
"Umhum," she nodded and suddenly she rose. She left her fingertips on the table tapping almost silently against it. "You know, I didn't have an ending for her either."
She smiled softly, a sad and maybe a disappointed smiled, before leaving.
TBC.
Part 10
Toby and Sam were sitting the mess, looking through the speech for tonight's state dinner.
"I like this part, "Toby said.
"Thanks," Sam said and smiled. "Do you think it's going to be a fun party?"
"It's not a party. It's a state dinner," Toby groaned.
"Okay. So, you think the dinner's going to be fun?"
Toby tapped his fingertips against his forehead. "What do I usually think of these kind of things?"
Sam was quiet for a while, before smiling. "Do you think Miranda's coming?"
Toby glared at Sam. "She's six years old, the dinner will begin at seven, which is exactly one hour before she needs to be in bed, so a wild guess, no."
"Wow, you seem to know a lot about Miranda and her routines."
Toby blushed and decided it was time to change subject. "Let's look it over again."
Sam groaned. "Toby, we've been here for an hour. We're going to look through the same speech for the sixth time and I can guarantee you no changes will be made."
Sam glared at him and Toby looked down on his papers, silently reading the speech to himself.
"Hey, guys."
Sam turned around and Toby raised his head, even though he would recognize that voice anywhere, anytime. She grabbed a chair and sat down next to Sam.
"Is Miranda coming tonight?" Sam asked.
CJ smiled and slowly nodded to Toby's surprise.
"Don't ask me why, but for some reason the President invited both of us. I'll only let her be there for an hour, though, tops. She needs to be in bed before eight."
Sam grinned hugely at Toby who kicked his chin under the table.
"Oww!"
"What's going on?" CJ asked and looked curiously at them.
"Nothing," Toby said quickly. "So, is she excited about tonight?"
CJ nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to pick her up in thirty minutes and take her out to buy her a new dress."
Sam's beeper suddenly beeped and he excused himself. Toby turned his attention back to the speech feeling CJ's eyes study him. She leaned back on the chair and then she leaned her elbows on the table. Toby looked up and smiled content.
"What?" He asked and did his best to sound irritated.
"Last night, when I was going to put Miranda to bed after you left, I asked her to tell me the story you told her."
Toby looked back at his papers and tried sound as if he didn't care when he answered. "You did, did you?"
"Umhum," she nodded and suddenly she rose. She left her fingertips on the table tapping almost silently against it. "You know, I didn't have an ending for her either."
She smiled softly, a sad and maybe a disappointed smiled, before leaving.
TBC.