This is my first attempt at multiple chapters. Please bare with me.

Walking Away

CJ crossed an office she just started feeling at home in, moving boxes from the couch to the desk. Toby flopped down on the newly open space as CJ threw her arms up in exasperation.

"How do you walk away from the greatest thing you've ever done?"

"I don't know," he replied synically. "Ask Josh, he seems to be good at it."

"Toby, you've got to stop this. He did what he had to do for the party. Santos is a good guy." She sat down on the arm of the sofa, trying to hold on to her balance.

"He's no Bartlett." Then she couldn't hold it anymore, she slid down the side of the couch and let her legs fall across his lap.

"No, but I doubt we'll ever see another Bartlett. We're blessed Toby, and spoiled. We worked with the best. I'm actually proud of Josh." As she said this she caught sight of a picture sticking out of one of the boxes. It was something somebody had snapped at a poker game, probably Ed or Larry, since only one of them was in it–eight years and she still didn't know who was who. Toby followed her gaze and for a moment shared in her sadness before he returned to his initial loathing of Josh.

"Why?" He scooted over on the couch as much as he could to give her some more room. She didn't seem to mind being on his lap though.

"He moved on, thought about his future and did something about it."

"He bailed."

"Toby..."

"He abandoned us mid-game. It wasn't over yet CJ, we were still in charge!" He threw his arms up in disgust and CJ almost fell on the floor. "Sorry," he said grabbing her hands and helping her back up.

"People move on, Toby."

You're here. I'm here. Leo almost died and he's still here. Hell, even Charlie didn't leave and he's just a kid!

"He certainly wasn't the first. There was Sam, Will, Donna, or don't they count?"

"They're all deserters."

"But, you only blame, Josh?"

"Yeah." He knew it was crazy. He had hated same for a while, but not like this. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

"Why?" He shrugged his shoulders and she could tell that he honestly didn't know, or at least he wasn't going to admit to himself that he knew.

"I just don't understand how he can look at himself in the mirror after what he did to us."

"What he did to us or what he did to you?" Before he could even process what she said Leo walked in. His face was full of regret and pain. They both got off the couch and stared at him. He said nothing. When she couldn't take the silence anymore CJ spoke, her small voice betraying her height. "What happened, Leo?"

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