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"I left them on your desk."

"Thanks." She gathered up the pile and glanced through them, balling up the ones she deigned unimportant. She started to ball up another one, then stopped. "Chicken, indeed." she muttered.

"CJ?" she glanced up at Toby.

"What?"

"What are you muttering about? I think you're scaring Carol."

"Nothing she does scares me anymore." Carol called from her desk.

"Oh, go call Ben or, I don't know, read a dictionary!" CJ yelled at her.

Toby gently shut the door to ward off any more pot-shots. "What's going on?"

CJ shook her head. "This stupid talk show-"

"No!" Toby told her sternly. "It's crazy. Don't even think about going on that show. Ignore it, it'll go away."

CJ sighed. "Yeah, I know. I just... alright, alright." she waved to the door. "Go."

Toby stared at her a moment longer, then left her sitting at her desk.

She glanced at the memo again. "Carol!"

"Yeah?"

"Did he really say I was a chicken?"

"Well, his message to you was just the bawking. He told me that he was calling you a chicken."

CJ growled at the paper clutched in her fist. She balled it up and threw it at the window. "Carol?"

Carol looked up from where the paper had landed on the floor.

"Get me this Taylor guy's number."

"CJ?"

"His show, get me the number of his show."

Carol glanced at the memo on the floor, then quietly left, shutting the door behind her.

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