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Danny looked up expectantly.  The slight frown that crossed his face would
only have been detectable to those in the room who knew him very well.  This
was the first time that CJ had been late for a press conference.  He really
wondered about her this morning.  He had caught a glance at her as she
strode down the hall this morning.  She looked shaken and vulnerable, as if
catastrophe upon catastrophe had come her way recently.  He grimaced
slightly.  And indeed it had, and he knew that he had been the instigator of
at least one of those catastrophes.
As much as he wanted her to realize that he had just been doing his job, a
part of him still regretted the pain he had caused her.  Dammit…. He should
have known how the rest of the senior staff would have reacted to what they
perceived as a major blunder on her part.  Her conversation with him in the
office the other day confirmed that for some reason she was still in the dog
house long after Mandy was out of it.  He wondered if that was only because
the fact that CJ was so obviously strong and capable that they were looking
for any reason not to let her into the club…because she belonged there more
than some of the boys who were already in it.  Someday CJ would make an
awesome president, if enough people would believe that a woman was competent
enough to run the country.  After all, there were many countries around the
world that had capable women as prime ministers or leaders of the
opposition.  Even Canada had beat them on that one…although that one wasn’t
elected, but took over as head after the current leader had resigned.
He shook himself back to the here and now as CJ entered the room, walking
briskly to the podium.  None of the earlier vulnerability was present in her
demeanour now.  The Press might be fooled, but he knew better.  Something
was very wrong today.  And He was going to find out what.
The press briefing was the usual…nothing new, but the same old blather that
each of those assembled would try to find some new way to dress up for the
morning news.  CJ fielded a few questions expertly.  At one point she looked
right into his eyes, and he was shocked by impact one small glance could
have to the centre of his soul.  She quickly glanced away to answer the
question of a reporter from the Chicago Daily.  As the conference ended
Danny tried to make his way to the front.  "Hey Danno…" said a reporter from
The Post, "We’re all hitting Riley’s pub…want to join us"  "Maybe later
guys…. there’s something I need to do".  He realized that if he wanted to be
discreet about talking to CJ he would have to wait until the majority of his
colleagues had vacated the premises, so he walked out the hall to the water
cooler.
Oh Man!  There she was!  He took a deep breath of pleasure just from being
in her presence. "Hey." He said gently, "What’s up?"  She looked up at him
distractedly. "Not now Danny!" she said brusquely.  "Hey…. you seem a little
on edge today.  Not that many people would notice.  Can I help?"  "She
almost snarled her answer, cutting him to the quick. "I think you’ve already
done enough to help!" Danny winced.  "Are we back to that again!?!  I was
only doing my…."he stated.  "My office NOW" CJ interjected.
In the office she walked around the desk, and faced him.  She leaned forward
placing her hands on the desk.  "Do you realize the hellish week I have had
because of you?" she exclaimed.  "I’m being kept out of the loop.  My
opinions are discarded like yesterday’s trash."
"CJ…that article was a month ago.  It can’t still be affecting your life
here!  Danny paused  "Can it?" he said, quietly, pain evident in his voice.
CJ looked up sharply, deep into his eyes.  What she saw there was a deep
regret.  "You’re sorry you wrote it"" she asked.  "No." He said firmly. " It
was a good piece.  It was honest.  You read it.  You know it was well done.
I could have made it a lot worse.  I’m a reporter.  The information was
scooped, not leaked.  It was a good story."  Danny took a deep breath. "But
I am sorry it has affected your life so much.  I wish I could give a good
punch in the mouth to some of the jerks that have been making your life
miserable this month.  You are a good, capable press secretary…better than a
lot I’ve seen and I’ve been here a long time."
CJ grimaced. "Thank you…I think.  Who was better?"  Danny looked flustered.
"ummmmm…I mean. …The best.  Yes, the best!"  He gave that charming little
boy grin at her, full of hope and the possibility of joy.  CJ smiled back.
"Thank you Danny.  She said.  "I needed to hear that today".
"Uh.…You know I haven’t had lunch yet.  We could grab a bite if you were
hungry too." Danny said hopefully.
""Oh Danny."  CJ almost laughed, then she grinned.  She opened her desk
drawer and took out a roast beef and tomato sandwich.  "If you’re hungry I
could share.  Have half of mine.  She handed it to him, her hand gently
touching his as the exchange was made.  They both appeared affected by the
brief contact CJ’s hand held onto the sandwich a moment, prolonging the
contact, before she turned away.  She was slightly flustered.   "Now you’d
better go.  I’ve got a world of work to do, and this is just the start."
She looked up, into his eyes, and stated. " I’m going to come out of this
Danny.  I’m good at what I do, better than they think, and someday they’ll
realize it.  You know the old adage.  You have to be twice as good to be
considered half as good.  Funny thing, though.  I thought these guys were
different.  I thought I had already proved myself to the world.  I didn’t
think I had to prove it to my friends."
"You have proved yourself!"  Danny said.  "The Press love you.  We trust you
more that we would trust anybody else on the stage, except maybe Bartlett".
They both grinned.
"Say goodnight Danny" She said.  "Goodnight Danny" he repeated.  "And
goodnight Gail" he looked at the little goldfish.  "Be a good girl, and don’
t give CJ any hassles."  He paused at the door briefly, smiling back. Her
answering smile lit his heart with hope, and as he strode down the hall away
from her office, he thought, "someday CJ you’re going to take on this world
on your own terms, and win.  And God willing, I will be with you.  I will be
with you all the way".
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