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She had left a message on his voice mail saying her
flight would be in at nine o'clock that night. Toby
had almost been glad CJ had been out of town the
entire week. She probably would have known something
was bothering him. It was a relief that she wasn't at
the office tonight, she certainly would have known
something was wrong if she had been. He hoped that he
would be able to hide his feelings in the morning, but
tonight it was too raw, too recent. Even though, he
thought that way, he found himself standing outside
the door to her apartment. He didn't know why he was
there. It was possible that given everything that had
happened that night, that he needed to feel something
in his life was normal. He took his key out and opened
the door.

The apartment was just as he expected it to be, dark.
He was certain she was asleep. He decided to go and
look in on her and leave after that. He walked into
the bedroom and found her laying on the bed. She had
moved most of the covers off of her. He was certain
that given the chill in the room, she had to be
freezing. He had thought he would only pull the covers
around her, and then he would leave. He should have
known that idea wouldn't work. Toby watched her sleep
for a moment and then undressed and laid down beside
her, hoping she would not wake up.

"Toby." She murmured sleepily.

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"What time is it?"

"Two thirty."

"You stayed at work till two thirty."

"Till one clock."

"You're just now getting here?"

"I drove around for awhile."

"Why?"

"CJ..."

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you think something is wrong?"

"Because you drove around for an hour and a half, and
I can hear it in your voice."

"Nothing's wrong."

"So you are saying you can't tell me what it is?"

"Yeah."

"Is this going to be a thing?"

"How was California?" Toby asked changing the
subject.

CJ sighed, she knew Toby was going to talk anymore
about what was bothering him. "You're changing the
subject."

"How was California?" He asked again.

"Warm."

"This that all?"

"It was nice."

"But?"

"This is home."

"It is."

"Yes, I missed you." She admitted softly.

He didn't say anything, just tightened his arms
around her and buried his face in her hair for a
moment.

"Why did you come over tonight? Usually when it's
this late you go back to your place."

"I just ended up here."

"Okay."

"Being here with you feels normal."

"You needed normality tonight?"

"Yeah."

CJ turned until she was facing him. "Toby.."

He placed his hands over her lips. "Shh...don't even
say it. I really can't talk about it."

"So you're just going to let it eat you up?"

"Yes."

"Toby, that really isn't good."

"I'll be fine, and you should go back to sleep."

She moved closer to him and laid her head on his
chest. "This isn't exactly how I pictured tonight
would be."

He tilted her head up and kissed her gently. "Go to
sleep."

"I love you." She murmured.

He tightened his arms around her. Lost in his own
thoughts, Toby held her as she slept.

The end.

 

 

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