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Disclaimers: They're not mine. Sometimes I ask them out to play, but they go home with Mr. Sorkin, et. al. Summary: CJ takes a fall and Toby gets roped in to picking up the pieces.
Flamingo Falling (Part 12/?)
The only things CJ really wanted Toby to bring her were chicken noodle soup, a copy of the day's Washington Post and her laptop. "Two out of three ain't bad," he said, putting down the paper and Styrofoam container. "Mrs. Landingham supplied the soup. I think she probably made it. She also sent a cookie, but made me promise to make you eat all your soup first. How are you feeling?" "According to the doctor, I am-—making a remarkable recovery." "Great." CJ reached out her right hand. He took it without thinking. "Notice anything?" she asked. "Hmm?" "They moved the IV over to my left arm. I managed to cut my own French toast this morning." "Congratulations." He impulsively leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "And for what are we being congratulated?" a voice said from the door.
To be continued...
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