A/N: Just some random little snatches of a "sort of" potential story line between CJ and Danny. Mainly snippets of dialogue which spontaneously spring into my mind at inopportune moments and refuse to leave me alone until I write them down.

Aloof. Professional. Unavailable. No problem—he could do that. He was a respected and dutiful White House reporter, with years of experience and indefatigable Know How under his belt. He understood “the rules” (the ones which she had so cruelly magicked into being, anyway, with that stubborn, elegant grace that only she seemed capable of possessing), and he could follow them like the good little press puppy he was.

C.J. certainly didn’t have any problem keeping her toes on “her side” of the line. Apart from four mind-blowing days of fun, mischief and mayhem, in which she exercised her previously undisplayed prowess, much like that of a jungle cat, by pouncing on him between briefings and kissing him silly, C.J. was ever the pristine example of stone cold business woman. Brilliant, intelligent, stern and unnervingly collected, she was an extremely capable and qualified press secretary…with legs to die for.

But that was beside the point.

Aloof, man.

Remain aloof.