For notes and disclaimers, see part 1. I just wanted to say thanks for all
the nice feedback I got from the first part of this fic. I also want to
apologize for not putting up a new part until now. I don't know why, I just
kept writing this and then I didn't like it so I had anxiety about that.
Anyway, I'm sorry and I really hope you like this part! =) Oh, and also, I
apologize for my bad grammar and spelling. If anyone would like to beta my
fics, I'd be really happy!
Part 2
"CJ?"
CJ quickly turned around and faced Danny. She had her hand on the doorknob and was just about to open it.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Um... I figured that it's better to leave now instead of tomorrow morning," she lied.
"I guess you're right," Danny said and walked towards her. "It was amazing. The rumor about you being great in bed, obviously wasn't just a rumor," he whispered and smiled.
CJ just nodded and looked at the floor, wishing she was out of there. She shivered when he mentioned the rumor that had been around since the concert with the orchestra from Iceland.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said.
Danny leaned closer, intending to kiss her, but CJ tilted her head to the left so his mouth just brushed against her cheek.
"Bye," she hurried to say and left.
She started walking. She was going to walk to closest gas station and call a cab from there. While she was walking she couldn't think of anything else than that she wanted to take a shower. She could still feel his hands wandering over her body, him smelling her hair, him whispering her name. She suddenly felt nauseous. She put a hand to her mouth, stopped walking, closed her eyes and forced herself to swallow. How could she be so stupid?
* * * * *
Toby looked at the time. 2 a.m. He had to leave for work in less than five hours. He had been trying to sleep for an hour, but all he could think of was CJ. CJ and Danny. He turned on the light, realizing he wasn't going to be able to sleep. He walked into his kitchen turning on his laptop. When he looked at the screen he felt nothing. All the words were gone, he didn't even know when or where or to who the President was going to give this speech to. He slammed down the screen and took a deep breath. He put his head in his hands and wondered where CJ was. He knew where, but still he kept telling himself she wasn't, really. She wouldn't, not with him. But, when he was walking back to his bedroom he knew she would.
* * * * *
CJ almost ran through the hallway back to her office after her morning briefing. She knew that Danny was following her. He called out her name, but she pretended not to hear. When she was in her office she shut the door, said to Carol over the intercom that she didn't want to be disturbed, including Danny. She lied down on her couch with her arm over her eyes. She hadn't been able to look at him in the Press Room. She had ignored his questions, she had made the briefing shorter than usual, afraid of throwing up at the look of him.
The door was suddenly opened. CJ didn't take away her arm, afraid it would be Danny.
"Who are you hiding from?" A familiar voice asked.
She took away her arm, turned her head to the door and couldn't help to smile. There he was, again, leaning against the doorframe. He closed the door and CJ lifted her legs. He sat down and she put her legs in his knee.
"No one," she said. "I'm just tired."
"Oh." Toby said without looking at her.
CJ could have nit her tongue. She didn't mean it to come out like that.
"So, I take it things were going well last night?" He said, still without looking at her.
"Ah, well..." Was all CJ gave as answer.
She tried to search his eyes. She wanted him to look at her. Wanted him to see that she was sorry for what she had done to him. But he didn't look at her. Instead, he lifted her legs and left.
* * * * *
It was the same pattern in the beginning of the next week. Danny was chasing CJ, but she always had something else to do. For starters, she still tried to have Toby look at her. At Tuesday night CJ was going crazy. After her afternoon briefing she asked Carol to tell Danny she wanted to see him. Danny was naive, even though he was a reporter. He didn't even ask why she hadn't talked to him since she left his apartment. He just said 'yes' with a huge grin when she asked if they should have drinks later that night.
CJ was good, she did her thing and she left his apartment around midnight. This time she couldn't stay longer. She didn't want to lie in his arms, she just wanted to get out of there.
* * * * *
"What the hell is this?" Leo yelled and threw a newspaper on CJ's desk.
CJ had already seen it. She had gotten the call when she had come home earlier this morning or night maybe.
"Leo..." She started.
"No! CJ, damn it! You've got a warning, from me and hell... you even had a warning from the President! The President of the United States! He wants you in the Oval by the way. Stat!"
Leo turned around and left her office. CJ slowly rose and walked her way to the Oval Office. She passed the Communications Bullpen. The blinds to Toby's office were closed. They usually never were. She looked down and felt everyone starring at her. When she entered the Oval Office the President seemed surprisingly calm.
"CJ." He said and sat down and motioned for her to do the same.
"Mr. President."
"I thought I told you that nothing could ever happen between the two of you with the jobs you are having now."
"Yes, sir, you did."
The President looked at her for a while, waiting for her to say something more, but she stayed quiet.
"Then what the hell happened?" He said, raising his voice.
CJ looked down at her hands that rested in her knee.
"I don't know, sir. I honestly do not know. I don't even like him anymore. Don't know if I ever have."
"That's even worse."
"Yes, sir. Um, do you want me to resign?"
The President made a noise and CJ thought it sounded a lot like a small laugh.
"CJ, this isn't something that you're going to get fired for. I just... you have to take my warnings seriously. And, you have to stop seeing him, of course."
"Yes, sir."
"And also, you have to stop being extra friendly to him."
"Yes, sir."
* * * * *
Toby was throwing his pink rubber ball against the wall. When he had come to work Bonnie had given him a paper. It was a picture of CJ leaving Danny Concannon's apartment. Toby knew that it wasn't the first time she had left his apartment in the middle of the night, but without this paper, he could still have been able to imagine that nothing had happened. There was a knock on the door.
"Bonnie, I though I told you I wanted to be alone." Toby said over his intercom.
"It's CJ." Bonnie answered.
"Tell her I'm busy." He said and started to throw his pink rubber ball at the wall again.
* * * * *
"He doesn't want to see me?" CJ said and looked upset at Bonnie.
"I'm sorry, CJ." She said. "He's thinking of what the President is going to say tomorrow night and..."
"Yeah, right! You don't have to explain!" She almost shouted back and everyone in the bullpen stopped working to look at her.
She quickly turned around and left.
* * * * *
Toby had heard her. He had heard her shouting and all the other noises out there becoming quiet after. He stopped throwing his pink rubber ball and put his head in his hands, leaning his elbows against the desk.
TBC.
Part 2
"CJ?"
CJ quickly turned around and faced Danny. She had her hand on the doorknob and was just about to open it.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Um... I figured that it's better to leave now instead of tomorrow morning," she lied.
"I guess you're right," Danny said and walked towards her. "It was amazing. The rumor about you being great in bed, obviously wasn't just a rumor," he whispered and smiled.
CJ just nodded and looked at the floor, wishing she was out of there. She shivered when he mentioned the rumor that had been around since the concert with the orchestra from Iceland.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said.
Danny leaned closer, intending to kiss her, but CJ tilted her head to the left so his mouth just brushed against her cheek.
"Bye," she hurried to say and left.
She started walking. She was going to walk to closest gas station and call a cab from there. While she was walking she couldn't think of anything else than that she wanted to take a shower. She could still feel his hands wandering over her body, him smelling her hair, him whispering her name. She suddenly felt nauseous. She put a hand to her mouth, stopped walking, closed her eyes and forced herself to swallow. How could she be so stupid?
* * * * *
Toby looked at the time. 2 a.m. He had to leave for work in less than five hours. He had been trying to sleep for an hour, but all he could think of was CJ. CJ and Danny. He turned on the light, realizing he wasn't going to be able to sleep. He walked into his kitchen turning on his laptop. When he looked at the screen he felt nothing. All the words were gone, he didn't even know when or where or to who the President was going to give this speech to. He slammed down the screen and took a deep breath. He put his head in his hands and wondered where CJ was. He knew where, but still he kept telling himself she wasn't, really. She wouldn't, not with him. But, when he was walking back to his bedroom he knew she would.
* * * * *
CJ almost ran through the hallway back to her office after her morning briefing. She knew that Danny was following her. He called out her name, but she pretended not to hear. When she was in her office she shut the door, said to Carol over the intercom that she didn't want to be disturbed, including Danny. She lied down on her couch with her arm over her eyes. She hadn't been able to look at him in the Press Room. She had ignored his questions, she had made the briefing shorter than usual, afraid of throwing up at the look of him.
The door was suddenly opened. CJ didn't take away her arm, afraid it would be Danny.
"Who are you hiding from?" A familiar voice asked.
She took away her arm, turned her head to the door and couldn't help to smile. There he was, again, leaning against the doorframe. He closed the door and CJ lifted her legs. He sat down and she put her legs in his knee.
"No one," she said. "I'm just tired."
"Oh." Toby said without looking at her.
CJ could have nit her tongue. She didn't mean it to come out like that.
"So, I take it things were going well last night?" He said, still without looking at her.
"Ah, well..." Was all CJ gave as answer.
She tried to search his eyes. She wanted him to look at her. Wanted him to see that she was sorry for what she had done to him. But he didn't look at her. Instead, he lifted her legs and left.
* * * * *
It was the same pattern in the beginning of the next week. Danny was chasing CJ, but she always had something else to do. For starters, she still tried to have Toby look at her. At Tuesday night CJ was going crazy. After her afternoon briefing she asked Carol to tell Danny she wanted to see him. Danny was naive, even though he was a reporter. He didn't even ask why she hadn't talked to him since she left his apartment. He just said 'yes' with a huge grin when she asked if they should have drinks later that night.
CJ was good, she did her thing and she left his apartment around midnight. This time she couldn't stay longer. She didn't want to lie in his arms, she just wanted to get out of there.
* * * * *
"What the hell is this?" Leo yelled and threw a newspaper on CJ's desk.
CJ had already seen it. She had gotten the call when she had come home earlier this morning or night maybe.
"Leo..." She started.
"No! CJ, damn it! You've got a warning, from me and hell... you even had a warning from the President! The President of the United States! He wants you in the Oval by the way. Stat!"
Leo turned around and left her office. CJ slowly rose and walked her way to the Oval Office. She passed the Communications Bullpen. The blinds to Toby's office were closed. They usually never were. She looked down and felt everyone starring at her. When she entered the Oval Office the President seemed surprisingly calm.
"CJ." He said and sat down and motioned for her to do the same.
"Mr. President."
"I thought I told you that nothing could ever happen between the two of you with the jobs you are having now."
"Yes, sir, you did."
The President looked at her for a while, waiting for her to say something more, but she stayed quiet.
"Then what the hell happened?" He said, raising his voice.
CJ looked down at her hands that rested in her knee.
"I don't know, sir. I honestly do not know. I don't even like him anymore. Don't know if I ever have."
"That's even worse."
"Yes, sir. Um, do you want me to resign?"
The President made a noise and CJ thought it sounded a lot like a small laugh.
"CJ, this isn't something that you're going to get fired for. I just... you have to take my warnings seriously. And, you have to stop seeing him, of course."
"Yes, sir."
"And also, you have to stop being extra friendly to him."
"Yes, sir."
* * * * *
Toby was throwing his pink rubber ball against the wall. When he had come to work Bonnie had given him a paper. It was a picture of CJ leaving Danny Concannon's apartment. Toby knew that it wasn't the first time she had left his apartment in the middle of the night, but without this paper, he could still have been able to imagine that nothing had happened. There was a knock on the door.
"Bonnie, I though I told you I wanted to be alone." Toby said over his intercom.
"It's CJ." Bonnie answered.
"Tell her I'm busy." He said and started to throw his pink rubber ball at the wall again.
* * * * *
"He doesn't want to see me?" CJ said and looked upset at Bonnie.
"I'm sorry, CJ." She said. "He's thinking of what the President is going to say tomorrow night and..."
"Yeah, right! You don't have to explain!" She almost shouted back and everyone in the bullpen stopped working to look at her.
She quickly turned around and left.
* * * * *
Toby had heard her. He had heard her shouting and all the other noises out there becoming quiet after. He stopped throwing his pink rubber ball and put his head in his hands, leaning his elbows against the desk.
TBC.