Author: Maeve

Disclaimer: They all belong to AS, WB, and NBC…and Campbells if you believe the Alphabet soup here.

Spoilers: none – it is a Leo&Margaret fic though.

Rating: PG – totally Kosher except the part where Toby alludes to some wild action.

AN: Whole new meaning to the phrase ‘making the bed’.  <grin>

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“What did you do to your wrist?!”

            Leo glanced across his office to the lanky Press Secretary. She arched a brow, shoving her arms across her chest while still waiting for an answer.

“Sprained it.” He mumbled, almost flushing in embarrassment.

CJ glowered at him, “Yeah – how?”

Leo just sighed, dropping his splinted wrist behind his desk and out of her vision. He tossed her a suffering glance and shook his head refusing to answer.

“Leo!” the elegant woman nearly stamped her heels on his carpet and it almost wrought a smile to his lips. Instead he just shook his head in silence.

“Not telling…it’s embarrassing.”

She sighed, tossing her folders his desk, “Did you run into a tree, because we’ve already got the jokes for that one on standby.”

He shrugged into his chair, easing behind the desk; “I don’t see why you need to know.”

“The Press might ask Leo.”

            The Chief of Staff leaned back in his chair, tugging off his glasses and tossing them complacently to his desk. He shook his head in another no. He felt her frustrated glance on him and heard her sigh. His glance flickered across his office as his assistant moved into the room, easing his coffee cup and a bottle of Tylenol onto his desk. He smirked to her softly, catching the flush on her cheeks.

“Maggie – you wouldn’t know how Leo broke himself here would ya?” CJ flopped onto her boss’ couch, ready to interrogate him till hell froze.

“As a matter of fact,” she headed towards the door, “I do.”

CJ leaned in, “Share?”

“No.” the redhead shook her head quickly; “He’ll kill me.”

CJ waved it off, “He’s a Teddy Bear, I’ll be your bodyguard. Now tell me the massive secret.”

            Leo watched his Press Secretary try to wrangle the information out of his redhead. Margaret stood her ground, shaking her head softly, and glancing to him in mild amusement. Leo just chuckled gently and picked up his glasses, returning his glance to his files.

He watched the woman on his couch pout and spoke to her softly, “Outta my office, Claudia Jean.”

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“He probably just slipped on the ice or something.”

            Toby waved off their presence, trying to read over some of his paperwork. It wasn’t happening with both CJ and Sam chatting across his office space. Sam was leaned against his doorframe, and she was lounging on his desk, eased on the edge.

“Doubtful.” CJ murmured, “He would have just said he fell. He’s not shy about that kind of stuff.”

“Leo…shy?” Sam chuckled softly to himself, imagining the Mighty McGarry blushing. “It has to be something else.”

“Maybe his ex broke it.” CJ arched a brow and glared at Toby when he snorted in disbelief.

Ziegler eyed them both, “I highly doubt that Jenny O’Brien can break a man’s hand. Plus – you might wanna keep in mind that Margaret has a pretty huge bruise on her arm.”

“What?” Sam snapped straight in the doorway.

Toby grinned wide, “You heard me. Check it out yourself.”

“Why…” CJ went wide eyed, “Oh my god they’re not. I mean they didn’t. They just didn’t.”

Sam tossed an amused smirk to the Communications Director, “Off the bed?”

Toby chuckled softly, “I’m sure.”

“Well who hasn’t it happened to anyway?” Sam shrugged with a manic grin.

CJ laughed softly, “Toby.”

He smirked, eyeing her in humor. “Fell off the couch though.”

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