A/N: First of all, my sincere apologies for the last part. I did a huge mistake, clearly, by not make sure how a Jewish funeral is held. I didn't do it to upset or offend anyone I just forgot to check facts. I hope it didn't ruin the part too much. Again, I'm sorry.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ California, September 1990 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

CJ was laying in bed with a few papers Mary had stuck in her bag before she left work. CJ picked up the phone not taking her eyes away from the paper she was reading.

"CJ Cregg."

At first it was silent in the other end but then she heard a noise that sounded like a sarcastic laugh.

"Who is this?"

"CJ, CJ, CJ Cregg," a man slurred. "I don't even remember when you became CJ and stopped being Claude."

CJ closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. "Toby, you're drunk." She looked at the time. "Why are you calling me now anyway? It must be in the middle of the night over there."

Ignoring what she just said, he slurred, "I missed you today."

CJ threw the document on the desk and sighed. "What did you expect me to do? I'm not watching my ex-husband get married to another woman."

"I thought we were friends. Friends are there for each other, right?"

CJ swallowed the lump in her throat. "Toby, we are friends and I am here for you. I just. I couldn't see you get married. Don't you understand that?" He didn't say anything. "What are you doing calling me on your wedding-night anyway? Shouldn't you be with Andy?"

"She's sleeping."

"Then go lie next to her. Hold her and tell her you love her."

"I love you," he said simply.

CJ put a hand to her forehead and sighed. "Don't do this."

"I do, though. Always have, always will."

"I'm hanging up now."

"CJ, Claude." He said, desperate to not make her hang up.

"Congratulations and good luck with your new marriage," she said quietly. "Bye, Toby."

Without waiting for his response she hung up the phone.

TBC.