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 19/~23)
Toby had to face Mrs. Cregg one more time to retrieve CJ's crutches, but returned unscathed. "So, we're a physical couple." Toby said through the bathroom door.
"That doesn't mean we brush our teeth together, Toby," she called back. "You're just going to have to wait. She finally opened the door. "Next."
When Toby emerged from the bathroom he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. "I always took you for the pajama type," CJ commented, blushing slightly.
"Pajamas are ridiculous."
CJ looked down at her navy silk pajamas. "Thanks."
"Pajamas on men are ridiculous," he re-stated. "On you...I mean on women...you know what? I'm just going to stop now." He picked up a pillow and tossed it on the floor.
"You're not sleeping on the floor. It's a queen-sized bed, Toby. And my cast keeps me pretty much anchored in one place."
"I don't want to disturb you."
She sighed. "Toby, Mother will check on us in the middle of the night. You can't be on the floor."
He stood silently for a moment and then picked up the pillow. "You'd better not grope me in the middle of the night."
"Thank you for making this already awkward situation so much less embarrassing."
"If you're looking for sympathy..."
"I'm looking for sleep." She turned off the bedside light.
Toby woke in the morning and immediately knew he wasn't living his life. His arm was lying across something-
"Who's groping whom?" she asked quietly. He immediately moved his hand off her stomach and started to stutter. "Quiet Toby. The door's open. It's 5:30. Take your shower and go to work."
"Come back and get me at lunch."