Disclaimer: Wow, yeah... completely not mine, not even the story idea really...

Spoilers: Many, many for Pirates of the Caribbean, shockingly enough! First the Aviator a few weeks ago, now Pirates, guess I'm on a kick of awesome movies!! Takes place... well, when Danny's around... no real spoilers for West Wing.

***

CJ left her office for a meeting with Toby. She stopped short as she caught sight of Toby and Danny having a discussion. Without realizing it, she straightened up and her face settled into a half smile.

"Danny."

Both men turned to her.

"Hey, CJ." Danny smiled at her, his eyes lighting up.

"Meeting, Toby?" She asked him, then remembered something. "Oh, Danny. I had a dream about you last night."

Toby cleared his throat. "Claudia! Are you sure this is an appropriate conversation?"

She shot him a glare, then turned her attention back to Danny. "It was about the first day we met. Do you remember?"

He nodded, his mind back on the campaign for a moment.

Toby tapped CJ's arm. "While this is fascinating, we have a rally to get to. We need to chat about that thing before and we're running out of time."

She snapped to attention. "Right. See you later, Danny."

They left as Danny stared after them. CJ looked back for a moment and their eyes met for an instant. She blushed and hurried away.

The spell broken, Danny headed the other way to get ready for the political rally.

***

Danny showed his credentials and headed for his seat. He was amused to see he was still in the front row of the Press, despite having been gone for quite awhile. He settled himself and got his notebook out.

CJ came on stage after a while and quieted the cheering crowd. She gave a short pep talk, then introduced the President.

The crowd gave him a standing ovation, CJ was pleased to see, although not surprised. She moved backwards on the stage, clapping while fading into the background. Her eyes flitted over the crowd and she jotted notes on her clipboard, gauging reactions to the Presidents speech. She glanced around the stage, realizing the rest of the Presidents staff was on the other side of the stage. She had no one to talk to.

Her musings were cut off when she was jolted by a woman she didn't know. She took a step back and the woman murmured an apology on her way past.

"Like I'm easy to overlook," CJ muttered to herself, wishing Toby was there to say it to.

She stepped forward again, just to have a man jolt her. She nearly growled as she stepped back again. She was off balance as the man pushed her farther back. She got to the end of the stage and fell off.

She only fell a few feet and was glad the stage was so low.

Then she saw the agent on the ground. He looked like he was still breathing, but she didn't know for sure. In the time it took her to gasp, a hand was pressed over her mouth and she was dragged, crouched close to the ground, to a waiting car. The driver took off as soon as she was inside. The engine was drowned out by the cheering crowd.

***

Danny's eyes wandered from the President to his notebook to CJ, then started the cycle again. He jotted a note and looked up towards CJ.

He straightened up as he watched her teeter on the stage before falling over. He waited for her to get up, staring at the spot. Instead, he caught a glimpse of her being hurried to a car.

He jumped up, just as the rest of the crowd did. His yells mingled with the cheers of the crowd. He fought to get out of his row, to get to an agent or a staffer.

An agent whispered in Leo's ear, who appeared shocked and moved to whisper to Jed. Danny kept his eyes on them as Jed quickly thanked the crowd and left the stage through the back.

Danny finally freed himself from the crush of the crowd and rushed towards the stage and the agents at the door.

"You can't go in there." One of the agents stopped him.

He desperately showed his badge. "I'm a friend of CJ's, I saw her disappear into that car. Please!"

The agents glanced at each other, then one got on his transmitter. "Daniel Concannon," he muttered. "Saw the abduction."

He nodded to Danny and held open the door. "Go in." An agent met him just a few steps in the door and hurried him to one of the offices, where the President and Leo stood surrounded by agents and staff. They all looked up as he burst in.

"Did you see anything?" Ron quickly asked him. "License plate numbers? Faces?"

Danny shook his head. "Just the car, black Chrysler."

Ron frowned. "The other agent saw that, we were hoping you had noticed something else."

"No. You've got to find her!"

"We know that, Danny." Leo told him. "The agents are doing what they can."

"There must be more that can be done." Danny cut in angrily. "Legal or otherwise."

"Danny!" Josh tried to grab his arm as he began stomping around the room, getting more upset by the minute.

Toby stepped in front of Danny, making him stop. He stared hard at Danny, his face a mix of sadness and anger. "Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for CJ."

"Toby-" Danny began, angrily, but Toby cut him off.

"You should leave," Toby told him. "We'll let you know if anything happens. For now, you need to calm down."

Danny started to say something, then simply turned and left the room. Toby turned and his eyes met Leo's. They shared a sigh before turning back to the agents.

***

"Where are you taking me?" CJ asked as soon as the hand was removed from her mouth.

"You'll find out, just keep quiet." One of the men told her.

She nearly growled at the non-answer. "Why me?" she asked, then realized a moment later. She was the most recognizable woman in the White House.

The man glared at her and she fell silent, focusing instead on where they were going.

Not far, she soon realized when the slid to a stop in a warehouse. Almost a shame, she thought, since if they'd tried to get her on a train or plane the agents would be there. The door closed behind them and she blinked to let her eyes adjust to the darkened room.

The men pulled her out of the car and led her up some stairs to a small office. They knocked, then entered when permission was given.

"Who is this?" The man glared at the men with her.

"She was at the rally," one of them told him.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. CJ was quickly getting the feeling that this wasn't a very well-run kidnapping. Also, that they had no idea who she was.

"Who are you?" The man finally turned to her.

She thought quickly. "Concannon, Washington Post." She hoped there were no Posts lying around with Danny's first name on them. She prayed silently, "Please let them say 'D. Concannon.'"

He nodded, then turned to the men. "Show her a room and get back here."

"Where am I?" CJ ventured to ask. "And who are you?"

The man grinned at her. "I'm Barnabas, leader of the Black Curls."

She stifled a gasp as she was led away. The Black Curls was a new gang in DC. Libby had just written a story on them the week before. CJ was glad to see they seemed to be badly run and not as dangerous as the article had said.

That didn't stop her from trying to find a way out of the room they put her in. Unfortunately, they weren't that inept.

***

Danny paced around his small office, muttering to himself. He had nothing to go on, his analytical mind told him. Libby walked in.

"I just heard." She told him, wide-eyed. "Anything new happen?"

He sighed. "No. She's gone and there's nothing."

She frowned, then dropped her pile of notes onto his desk to give him a hug.

"Thanks, Lib." He pulled away. "This is crazy."

"Start with your contacts. I'll start leaning on mine."

He smiled softly. "Thanks, that's a good idea."

Libby grabbed her stuff and left Danny, who quickly sat down. He noticed a file. "Libby, is this-" he opened it and stopped short.

His mind flashed back to a jacket one of the men had been wearing. The others had been wearing sports teams on their jackets and he hadn't realized the third was anything different.

But now, sitting in front of him was a picture of that design. Libby had written 'Black Curl' under the picture and he flashed back to her story about this new gang. He quickly dug out the paper and skimmed her story. It was about a former member of the gang leaving it and what that usually meant. Danny hurried off to find Libby. This man could be his way in to find CJ.

***

"Please," Danny pleaded. "I need your help."

"Not interested."

"I need to get close to the Black Curls." Danny whispered urgently.

"Say it again," the man shrugged. "My answer will be the same."

"I'll get you out of here."

The man gave him an appraising look. "An upright citizen like you?"

"I have friends who can help me."

The man thought about it. "And then I take you to meet those pirates?"

"Pirates?"

"Gang members, pirates, hooligans, whatever."

"Yes." Danny answered quickly. "Them. I need to make sure CJ is okay."

"Who's he?"

"My friend. They've got her."

"Her?" The man gave him a half smile. "So it's like that."

"Like what?"

"Get me out of here, I'll take you to your lady." The man stood to go back to his jail cell.

"Thank you, Mr..." Danny trailed off, not sure what to call the man, who had many aliases.

"Sparks." The man smiled. "Jack Sparks. Call me Captain Jack."

Danny had to smile at the self-assured man being led back to his cell. Then he hurried off to make a phone call.

***

Danny quickly got Josh on board to provide the leverage he needed. Since Jack's biggest crime was carjacking, Josh quickly got bail set and Danny paid it. Soon, Jack and Danny were in a car heading away from the jail.

"So, this woman... how far are you willing to go to save her?"

"I'd give up my life for her," Danny told him ruefully, thinking of the holding pattern his life had been in for the last few years.

"Oh, good." Jack rolled his eyes, taking Danny literally. "No worries then. She must be hot."

Danny gave him a small smile but didn't answer.

"She your girlfriend?"

"Not yet."

"Just met her?"

Danny shook his head. "Known her for years."

"What are you waiting for?" Jack didn't let him answer. "You haven't told her?"

"I'm waiting for the opportune moment," Danny protested.

Jack sighed in disgust. "Any moment is the right one. Especially if she's hot."

"It's complicated," Danny closed the subject. "Do I turn here?"

"Not yet." Jack answered, then fell silent. After a few moments, he pointed out the turn. "So what do you do, Danny?"

"I'm a writer."

"Books?"

"Sometimes." Danny shrugged. "Usually I'm a reporter for the Washington Post."

"Ah." Jack considered that. "Don't mention that."

"What?"

"When we get there, don't mention it."

"Why not?" Danny asked him.

"Just trust me." Jack sighed. "Turn here."

Danny let it go, confused but not wanting to push Jack. "We're getting close?"

"Yeah. Just a few more minutes."

"She better be okay," Danny prayed silently.

***

"Ms. Concannon."

She looked up from her seat on the floor. She couldn't bring herself to sit on the only piece of furniture in the room- the bed. Nervous shaking was taking over as the adrenaline wore off. She had been taking deep breaths, willing her stomach to settle.

"Come with me."

She stood unsteadily but drew herself up to her full height, knowing it was the only advantage she had at this point. She followed the man to the main room of the large house, where Barnabas was waiting for her.

"Please, Ms. Concannon. Have a seat."

She sat carefully, constantly looking around her. The other people scattered around the room paid no attention to her.

"No one's going to hurt you." Barnabas soothed.

She stilled as he stepped closer. "Why am I here?"

"You're going to write a story for us."

"What?"

"We've got a bad reputation," he told her, slowly walking around her chair. "You're going to write a story, send it to your editor, about how we've been wrongly accused."

"Have you been wrongly accused?"

He grinned. "Of course."

She swallowed nervously as he laughed.

"So you'll write this story about how good we are. You're an important reporter, they'll listen to you."

She sighed inwardly, realizing now that she probably should have told them who she really was. Too late now, she decided. Now she had to go along with this.

"Mark will show you to our office. He'll tell you what I want you to write. You write it, then give us your editor's email address."

"And you'll send it?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Then what happens to me?"

"After it's published, we'll let you go."

CJ wasn't sure whether to believe him.

"Ms. Concannon." Mark pulled her to her feet. "Follow me."

She obeyed and he led her to the office. She was given a pad of paper and a pen. Mark also handed her an outline of what she was supposed to put in this piece of writing. She sat down, then Mark sat across the room. She shook her head at the absurdity of the situation.

But she wrote, as close to Danny's style as she could. After all these years reading his works, she felt she had gotten close.

Not that it mattered, she realized. These clowns had no idea of Danny's style. And she didn't know Danny's editors email address.

Mark watched her from time to time, to see if she was done. Usually, though, his eyes wandered around the room or dropped as he fought off the urge to take a nap.

She stopped writing and he sat up straighter. "You done?"

She glanced at the paper. "Yeah."

"Write your editor's email address on the top."

She thought quickly. She knew Danny's email address and his editors name. She tried to figure out what the address might be. She made sure to sign the work 'Danielle Concannon' and wondered what would happen when and if it got to the paper.

Mark took the pages from her and passed them through the door. "I'll take you back to your room."

"I could just stay here," CJ told him.

He scowled at her. "No, get up."

She didn't push it, giving up the plans that had been half formed in her mind. She followed Mark back to the room she had been in before. He pushed her slightly when she got to the door and she stumbled for a step. She turned quickly and the door shut. She took a deep breath as the lock clicked into place.

She looked around again, but the room was the same. There was no way out. She took the pillows off the bed and settled on the floor again. She fell into a fitful sleep, waking suddenly at every noise.

***

"What is this?" Barnabas thundered.

"It didn't work." Mark scowled at him.

Barnabas strode to CJ's room, nodding for the guard to open the door.

"Get up!" He strode into the room, finding her on the floor. "What are you doing on the floor?"

She blinked in confusion and stood up. "I like the floor."

He glanced around and realized suddenly what her problem was. He laughed at her and her guarded expression. "Oh, Ms. Concannon." He moved closer and she tensed. "You're beautiful, I'll admit that. But I have no need for you past your writing. There are enough women here who are... well, more desirable than you."

Her mind flashed onto the young women from the main room. She relaxed a tiny bit, but tensed again when Barnabas continued speaking.

"Your story didn't go through. The email you gave us doesn't exist."

"Oh." She kept her face rigid. "Well, I-"

She was cut off by a knock on the door. A guard looked in. "Jack is here."

"What?" Barnabas stared at the guard in disbelief.

"And he's got someone with him."

"Who?"

"Don't know." The guard shrugged. "Jack won't let the guy talk, says he wants to talk to you."

"They have any weapons?" Barnabas asked in exasperation.

Finally, he got a real answer. "No, they were searched."

"Fine." He turned to CJ. "Why don't you come with me, Ms. Concannon? We can finish our discussion in the other room."

She followed him without a word, knowing it was an order. Her eyes widened when she walked into the room and saw Danny.

He tried to walk towards her, but a gang member stopped him. "CJ, are you okay?"

"CJ?" Barnabas turned to look at her. "Care to explain, Ms. Concannon?"

Danny's breath caught at his name applied to CJ.

She looked around in a slight panic, then sighed. "My name is CJ Cregg. I'm not a reporter."

Barnabas pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. "Why did you lie?"

"I'm the Press Secretary for President Bartlet. I thought I would be safer if you thought I was a reporter."

Barnabas turned to glare at the man who had brought CJ in. "Idiots. I told you to bring me an important reporter."

"She was taking notes," one whimpered. "And she said something about the press during her speech."

"The President doesn't let a reporter give a speech at his event," Barnabas told them through clenched teeth. He turned the gun back to CJ. "I'm sorry, really I am. But you need to go."

He took the safety off the gun and Danny yelled.

"Don't do anything stupid," Jack muttered to him.

"Wait. You need a reporter?" Danny asked quickly.

"Yes?"

"I'm Danny Concannon. I work for the Washington Post." At Barnabas' doubtful look, he carefully pulled out the Press Pass still around his neck.

Barnabas glanced at it, then put his gun away. "Get these two out of here," he gestured to CJ and Danny. "I need to have a word with Jack."

They were led out of the room and Barnabas turned to Jack. "What are you doing?"

"Got me out of jail." Jack settled himself on one of the couches.

"You think you're going to take the group back?"

Jack shrugged. "Hadn't thought about it. You going to offer me a drink?" Then he turned to the woman sitting on the other end of the couch. "Gillian, how've you been?" He moved closer to drape an arm around her while he waited for Barnabas to order a drink made for him.

***

While Jack was reacquainting himself with his friends, CJ and Danny were shoved into the bedroom CJ had recently been locked in.

"Nice place." Danny said as the door closed behind them. As soon as the lock clicked, he turned to her and touched her cheek gently. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. We need to get out of here." She pulled away, intent on not falling apart in his arms.

"Jack is supposed to be helping us." Danny tried not to show how hurt he was when she pulled away.

"Do you trust him?" CJ asked. "Whose side is Jack on?"

"At the moment?" Danny glanced towards the door. "Since it doesn't sound like they've shot him, I'm guessing he's on theirs."

"Does anyone know you're here?"

"Josh," he told her. "I've got a car with a tracking device. He's giving me a little time before telling the agents, but they should be in position within a few minutes."

"Okay."

"We need to get out of here." Danny continued. "We don't want to be hostages with the agents trying to save us."

"We don't want to be hostages at all." CJ smiled with a raised eyebrow.

They turned when the door opened. Jack was shoved in and Mark pointed to Danny. "You, let's go."

Danny turned to CJ for a moment, then followed Mark out of the room. The door shut behind him.

"Hmm." Jack looked her up and down. "Yeah, you're hot." Before she could even think of a response, he stuck his hand out. "Jack Sparks, call me Captain Jack. How are you?"

She smiled slightly and shook his hand. "CJ Cregg. Doing just great, can't you tell?"

He laughed. "I like you."

"I'm not sure about you." CJ shot back. "I'll let you know."

"Want a drink?" He wandered over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out a glass and a bottle of rum.

"How did you know where that was?"

"I used to be the leader of these pirates," he told her. "This was my room." He smiled slightly. "Well, these were all my rooms, but this was where I slept."

"Oh." She didn't know what to say.

"Rum?"

She stared at him for a moment, then at the bottle in his hand. Ignoring the glass in his other hand, she took the bottle and gulped it. "Know any way to get out of this room?"

"No." He shook his head. "If there was a way to get out of here, there'd be a way for someone to get in."

She nodded and took another drink.

He dug deeper into the cabinet and brought out another bottle for himself.

CJ wandered over to the window and looked through the bars at the alley. She had studied them earlier and there wasn't enough space between the bars for her anything much bigger than her hand to fit through. "Is there a window below us?"

He looked out. "No, just a wall."

She opened the window, then threw the bottle out.

He grabbed her arm. "What are you doing? That was good rum!"

"One, because we need our wits to get us out of here. Second, if there are any agents out there, that will get their attention. I'm the Press Secretary for the President, they're out looking for me."

He stared blankly at her. "But why is the rum gone?"

She rolled her eyes, then moved away. He kept watch at the window, sadly drinking his dwindling bottle of rum. A movement caught his eye and he spotted a black-clad man for just a moment.

"There'll be no living with her after this," he muttered, then turned to CJ.

She came back over and stuck a hand out the window. Before Jack could take a breath it seemed, there was a face at the window, quietly carving a hole in the wall.

"What are they doing?" He whispered angrily. "Stop blowing holes in my wall!"

"Shut your mouth," she told him in a whisper. "They're getting us out of here."

He tossed the empty bottle on the bed and moved to stand next to CJ by the growing hole.

"Well, sweetie, it's been fun."

"Yeah," she said, rolling her eyes. "A total blast. Don't forget to keep in touch."

Quickly, CJ was ushered out through the hole and handed up to the roof, where other agents were waiting.

"Jack." She told the agents.

"The man in the room with you? We've got him." Ron said.

"He helped us," she told him.

"He's going back to jail."

"What? Why?" She followed Ron as he walked away from her.

"He crossed into DC. His parole says that he's not supposed to leave Virginia."

"But he saved my life! He led you guys to me. And where's Danny?"

Ron finally turned to her, then pointed to Leo. "Go bother him."

She glared at him, but headed for Leo. "Leo, we need to go get Danny."

"We're dealing with it." He attempted to wave her away.

"Storm the place!"

"I'm not putting all these agents in jeopardy for him. If the opportunity comes up, we'll take it."

"Let's make a deal."

He gave her an interested look. "What?"

"Get them to save him and I will stay away from him. You won't have to worry about any gossip, I'll make him go away."

Leo considered this. He didn't want Danny to be hurt and he was sure the agents could get to him without a problem. But if he could get rid of this headache at the same time... "Deal."

She sighed in relief as Leo moved to Ron. They held a whispered discussion. CJ watched as a group of agents went over the edge of the building.

Ron came over to her to let her know the plan. They were waiting for Danny to be led back to the room, then they would knock out the gang members guarding him and bring him out.

CJ waited as the seconds slowly slipped by. She could hear scuffles from below and wished she could see what was going on. Ron told her at one point that agents were taking the whole house, one room at a time.

Soon, she was sent down to the ground by the fire escape. Danny was already there and she hurried over to him. "What happened?" she pointed to his hand, bleeding slowly.

His eyes lit up at the sight of her. "When the agents tried to grab me, I was slammed against the door."

She pulled the scarf from around her neck and gently wrapped it around his hand, pressing to stop the bleeding. He stepped closer and watched her care for his hand. Finally, she tied the scarf and looked up.

"Feeling okay?" she asked quietly.

"I'm great," he told her softly.

They stayed in place for a few moments, her hands around his hurt one and their bodies almost touching.

Then CJ looked away. "I'll get you an EMT."

He nodded as she walked away. He stared after her until Jack came into his line of view. "If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it."

Danny sighed. "Yeah." Then he shook his head and focused on Jack. "Let's go find out what's going to happen to you."

They moved towards Ron and Leo, who soon told them Jack was going back to jail, over Danny and CJ's protests. Jack was led away as Danny began mentally writing another story, this time a real one.

***

The incident had gained a huge amount of attention in some quarters and Jack's sentencing was set for the very next afternoon.

Danny was at the White House early that morning, waiting in the lobby when Leo arrived. CJ was right behind Leo.

"Danny." Leo nodded to him and CJ gave him a guarded smile.

"Leo, CJ." He stopped them, handing Leo a few pages of paper. "I wanted you to see my story. It's coming out in this mornings edition." He turned to CJ. "And I'm leaving. I should have stayed at the beginning of the administration. And CJ, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you... I love you."

Before CJ could react, he was walking out the door. Leo handed her the pages. "He calls for Jack to be pardoned. And given back his house."

CJ nodded, trying to figure out what Leo's view was.

"We can't be held hostage like this," Leo decided. "How will it look, us bowing to the will of some reporter?"

CJ stared at him, then walked off without answering. She and Carol got ready for the first briefing as the day started. Soon, CJ was behind her podium, avoiding looking at Danny's empty chair.

"Mr. Sparks goes on trial today." Katie started. "Is there any comment?"

"From me or the White House?" CJ asked.

"Both," Katie smiled.

"Well, obviously I'll be forever grateful to Jack for helping to save me. The pardon and the house isn't enough to repay him, in my opinion." CJ hesitated. "I don't know what the White House's stand is. I'll get that for you for the next briefing."

Toby stomped out of this office as CJ moved on to other topics. He headed to Leo's office. Margaret immediately let him in.

"Well?" Leo asked as soon as he walked through the door.

"We need to get him pardoned. And quickly." He glanced at Danny's story, which he had read earlier. Then he continued dryly. "And give him his stupid house back."

Leo nodded and yelled for Margaret to get him in to see the President. Toby hid a smile, amused that CJ had manipulated the White House so well. And, he admitted to himself, he agreed with Danny's demands for Jack. After all, CJ was safe because of him. He just wished they had more time to make the arrangements.

Things moved fast once the President got involved. He wholeheartedly agreed with Danny. So did Leo, it turned out, once the idea wasn't only Danny's.

A few phone calls later, CJ was called into the Oval Office. She was delighted to hear that the President wanted her to go down to the courthouse to give Jack the news that all charges were being dropped and the agents would be out of his house later that day, after they finished their investigation.

Leo made the trip with her. They walked towards the courtroom, not too surprised to see Danny sitting outside with Jack and his lawyer.

"Jack," CJ greeted him. "You won't need a lawyer."

"Oh, why's that love?"

"Thanks to Danny." She smiled at Danny for a moment. "The President has given you a pardon."

Jack jumped up. "Wonderful!"

"And your house will be given back to you, as soon as the agents finish their investigation."

"Even better." Jack looked around at the group. "I'm going to get out of here, then." Then he turned to CJ. "And I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"It would never have worked between us, darling. I'm sorry."

She shook her head with a small smile. He smirked and walked away. His lawyer shrugged and followed him, leaving Leo, Danny, and CJ standing there.

"Well, Danny." Leo shook his head. "Good job." He stuck out his hand and Danny shook it.

"Thanks, Leo. I'm just glad CJ's safe." He turned to her with a smile. "You had us pretty worried, you know."

"Thank you for coming to rescue me," CJ told him in a low voice. Then she suddenly threw her arms around him for a hug.

Leo sighed. "CJ."

Not letting go of Danny, she turned her head towards Leo. "Yeah?"

"Are you sure this is the man you want? After all... he is a reporter."

She pulled back to smile at Danny. "No," she said dreamily. "He's a pirate."

Just before their lips met, CJ awoke with a gasp. She glanced at the TV and noticed the credits were now rolling by.

"That's it," she muttered, looking at the man sound asleep next to her. "No more movies when I'm this tired."

"Danny," she whispered. He slowly opened his eyes. "I think we should go to bed."

He sat up and stretched. "I'm awake now. That little nap was very nice." Then he stopped, realizing he had been asleep for about two hours. "Oh. Not exactly the kind of date I had in mind for tonight."

"We'll have more," she assured him, holding out her hand to look at her ring. "You promised me the next fifty or so years. We'll make out on our next date. Let's go to bed."

"I'm not tired." Danny reached out to hold her hand, fiddling with the ring he loved, the one that bound them together.

"Neither am I." She smiled wickedly. "Let's go to bed."

His grin quickly matched hers and he shut off the TV and jumped to his feet.

She led him towards their bedroom and began to hum.

"CJ?"

"Drink up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum," she sang softly to him.

"A pirates life for me?" He gave her a quizzical look. "But didn't you sleep through the movie?"

"Yeah." She pulled him onto the bed. "I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

***

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