Characters: CJ, Toby drabble.
Disclaimers: Oh if wishing made it so.
Spoilers: None really, but time-wise it's at the end of The Dover Test
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VERBAL V VISUAL
He knows it's part of her job now, but it still gets to him. And it still gets to him that it does.
Only once did he order her to do something. Even then he was wrong.
So it's not a power thing. Her ability to hold her own amongst anyone has always attracted not repelled.
And it's not the promotion – God knows he'd be useless at the job. As Leo knew.
He knows he's needed to say the President's last words; it's what he does best of all.
He found her sitting outside the hospital earlier. She was waiting for him, though she claimed otherwise. He knew she was, but it was him she was waiting for, not his acknowledgement that, again, she had been right.
She's too much of a class act for that.
One order to her. And two apologies, one verbal, one visual.
One order from her. And now he knows why it upset her when they did it to her. Full circle.
He heads to her office. She sits head in hands, eyes boring into the paper.
He sits beside her, holds out the glass of scotch.
A soft sigh escapes as her mouth relaxes.
"I'm drinking alone?"
"I'll get my share."
She takes a long sip, kisses him, soft but deep.
"Yes. You will."