TITLE: The death of a friend.
AUTHOR: Melissa Orr
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, never will.
PAIRING: CJ/Toby, Donna/Josh
NOTES: This story will contain a death of a character and will describe the
way that character died. Please be cautioned.
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"Okay, I'm taking off," Toby said while putting his jacket on in front of Sam's office.
"Yeah," Sam was too busy writing to have noticed.
"Sam," Toby said. "When was the last time you got some sleep?"
"I sleep," Sam looked up. "I'm fine."
"Sam, go home. Get some sleep. You can't lie very well," Toby gave Sam a glare.
"I will," Sam began writing again.
"Sam," Toby walked over to Sam's desk and took the paper he was writing on and the pencil. "I'll give these back to you tomorrow," Toby put them in his bag and began to walk out.
"Toby, I had something good going," Sam yelled as Toby walked away. "Well, I thought maybe I did."
Sam decided to listen to Toby and went to his apartment. He didn't realize how tired he really was until his head hit his pillow and went right to sleep. He didn't even set his alarm.
TOBY'S HOUSE
Toby was fast asleep when he was wakened by the sound of sirens. He heard that sound every night, and he hated it. Because he knew wherever those sounds where going, someone was seriously hurt or worse. And he hated that thought. Toby looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost five in the morning.
"Oh, just get up," Toby told himself as he dragged himself off his bed. He went down stairs and turned on the TV to catch the morning news that, lucky for him, started at 5. "Nothing like a little news to start your morning," Toby said to himself while getting his coffee ready.
".And we have late breaking news to tell you this morning. An apartment building near the west side of DC is burning as we speak. Reports say that several people are trapped in the building. No reports yet on any casualties. We'll keep you posted as soon as we hear more."
"God, poor people," Toby heard the TV from his kitchen. He made him coffee and walked out as soon as the news went too commercial. "I hate commercials!" Toby yelled at the TV. Just then, Toby's phone rang.
"What!" Toby said as he picked it up.
"Nice way to answer the phone," Josh said from the other end.
"What's up?"
"Leo called, he needs you and Sam to meet with Bruno and his guys this morning. Bruno needs to talk about something."
"Why are you calling me now, can't you tell me this at work."
"Well I could, but then you would be late for the meeting."
"When's the meeting?"
"Bruno wants to see you two in your office at 7."
"Why so early?"
"Because he wanted to be bothersome," Josh laughed. "Look, I have to go too. I tried to call Sam, but his lines busy."
"At 5 in the morning?" Toby asked confused.
"Yeah, look, you need to keep trying him. Maybe you can get through. I have to take a shower."
"So do I!" Toby barked.
"Never mind, I'll call him," Josh moaned. "Remember, seven."
"Yeah," Toby hung up the phone. "Sam better not be working, I told him to sleep," Toby said to himself. Just then, the news came back on.
".More reports with the fire at the Washman apartment building, the fire has been controlled, yet there have been no survivors as of yet." The anchorwoman finished.
"My god, those poor." Toby started but stopped as he realized something. "Oh my god!" Toby screamed and picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"Josh, what's the name of the apartment building that Sam lives in?" Toby couldn't control his breath.
"Washman, why?" Josh said.
"Sam!" Toby threw the phone up. He grabbed his car keys and ran out of his house.
TBC
"Okay, I'm taking off," Toby said while putting his jacket on in front of Sam's office.
"Yeah," Sam was too busy writing to have noticed.
"Sam," Toby said. "When was the last time you got some sleep?"
"I sleep," Sam looked up. "I'm fine."
"Sam, go home. Get some sleep. You can't lie very well," Toby gave Sam a glare.
"I will," Sam began writing again.
"Sam," Toby walked over to Sam's desk and took the paper he was writing on and the pencil. "I'll give these back to you tomorrow," Toby put them in his bag and began to walk out.
"Toby, I had something good going," Sam yelled as Toby walked away. "Well, I thought maybe I did."
Sam decided to listen to Toby and went to his apartment. He didn't realize how tired he really was until his head hit his pillow and went right to sleep. He didn't even set his alarm.
TOBY'S HOUSE
Toby was fast asleep when he was wakened by the sound of sirens. He heard that sound every night, and he hated it. Because he knew wherever those sounds where going, someone was seriously hurt or worse. And he hated that thought. Toby looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost five in the morning.
"Oh, just get up," Toby told himself as he dragged himself off his bed. He went down stairs and turned on the TV to catch the morning news that, lucky for him, started at 5. "Nothing like a little news to start your morning," Toby said to himself while getting his coffee ready.
".And we have late breaking news to tell you this morning. An apartment building near the west side of DC is burning as we speak. Reports say that several people are trapped in the building. No reports yet on any casualties. We'll keep you posted as soon as we hear more."
"God, poor people," Toby heard the TV from his kitchen. He made him coffee and walked out as soon as the news went too commercial. "I hate commercials!" Toby yelled at the TV. Just then, Toby's phone rang.
"What!" Toby said as he picked it up.
"Nice way to answer the phone," Josh said from the other end.
"What's up?"
"Leo called, he needs you and Sam to meet with Bruno and his guys this morning. Bruno needs to talk about something."
"Why are you calling me now, can't you tell me this at work."
"Well I could, but then you would be late for the meeting."
"When's the meeting?"
"Bruno wants to see you two in your office at 7."
"Why so early?"
"Because he wanted to be bothersome," Josh laughed. "Look, I have to go too. I tried to call Sam, but his lines busy."
"At 5 in the morning?" Toby asked confused.
"Yeah, look, you need to keep trying him. Maybe you can get through. I have to take a shower."
"So do I!" Toby barked.
"Never mind, I'll call him," Josh moaned. "Remember, seven."
"Yeah," Toby hung up the phone. "Sam better not be working, I told him to sleep," Toby said to himself. Just then, the news came back on.
".More reports with the fire at the Washman apartment building, the fire has been controlled, yet there have been no survivors as of yet." The anchorwoman finished.
"My god, those poor." Toby started but stopped as he realized something. "Oh my god!" Toby screamed and picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"Josh, what's the name of the apartment building that Sam lives in?" Toby couldn't control his breath.
"Washman, why?" Josh said.
"Sam!" Toby threw the phone up. He grabbed his car keys and ran out of his house.
TBC