Ok – Have neglected my writing for a few days but here is another
fic – hope you enjoy! Emma x

Pairing: CJ/Toby

Rating: PG

Disclaimer – Don't own anyone or anything in this fic that was
previously named before I got my hands on it.

Feedback – Please!!! Love to know if I am doing right or wrong – or
in most instances both!!

Toby's Troublesome Tampon Trip 1/1
By Emma Robertson



"Toby!"

"Yes?" Toby asked through the closed bathroom door.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Can you go down to the pharmacy and get me some tampons?"

"What?" He sat down heavily on the bed. He had heard what she'd
said, he just couldn't believe that she was asking him to go and get
them for her.

"Tampons. Y'know, things for periods. Periods as in menstruation,
not punctuation," CJ said, unlocking the door and coming into the
bedroom. Toby was still sitting open-mouthed at her request so she
reached down and gently pushed his jaw shut.

"Don't women usually have a bulk stock of them lying around the house
at all times?" he asked standing up, hoping against hope that he
wouldn't have to make the embarrassing journey down to the pharmacy
on the corner.

"Well, this woman doesn't and she needs them," CJ sighed as she lay
down on the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest so that she was
lying in the foetal position.

"Are you ok?" Toby asked, visibly concerned by how pale she was.

"Nothing that a few painkillers and some tampons wouldn't fix. Can
you pick up some Advil while you're there?"

"If you have run out, then what are you using just now for…um…stuff?"
Toby questioned, wondering if she was just sending him there for the
sake of humiliating him. It wouldn't be the first time.

"It's called being creative with toilet paper until my ass of a
boyfriend can get me something better," CJ replied, irritated by his
constant questioning and the fact that he wasn't back already from
the pharmacy. If she hadn't been feeling so delicate she would have
run down for them herself, but at the moment all she wanted to do was
sleep the pain away.

"Ok," Toby said, realising that it wasn't a joke and that she really
did need them. "Advil and…um…"

"Tampons, Toby," CJ said, laughing slightly, "You can say the word
without coming down with `The Curse'!"

"I know," he said defensively, and then softening his tone he
asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

"No, but thanks for doing this for me, Toby. I really appreciate it."

He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Ok, I won't be long. Don't move," he said, heading out the door.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," she muttered as she rolled
onto her side and closed her eyes.

*

Toby walked into the brightly lit drugstore and immediately found
himself face to face with an assistant.

"Can I help you, Sir?" the young woman, who Toby guessed was only
about eighteen or nineteen, asked him.

"Um…no thank you. I'm just looking," he said, lowering his head as
he pretended to scan the shelf.

The assistant walked away, but not before Toby heard her chuckle
softly. He focused on the contents of the shelf he had been staring
at and immediately realised why she had been giggling.

Suppositories.

Great! Most people thought he had a thing up his ass but they
usually meant figuratively not literally.

He swiftly moved away from the shelf and went in search of the
Advil. He tracked it down quickly and picked up a bottle of one
hundred. Now all he had to do was pick up the tampons and he was
home and dry.

He walked over to the area dedicated to `women's hygiene' and looked
over the shelf's contents. Actually, SHELVES' contents. Six shelves
loaded with multi-colored packets of sanitary napkins and tampons.

"How am I meant to know which one she wants?" he mumbled aloud,
unaware that he had company again.

"Having trouble deciding which one, Sir?" the young assistant asked.

Toby turned to face her and matched her smirk with a frown of his own.

"No, thank you," he said, firmly, unsure of whether she was making
fun of him or if she just had one of those faces that he wanted to
smack for no reason.

He watched her walk away and then turned his attention back to the
task in hand.

Midi. Maxi. Super. Super plus.

Sixteen. Twenty-four. Forty-eight.

Panty liners. Nighttime. With wings. Without wings.

Toby ran his hand over his face and sighed. This was a lot more
complicated than he had thought. For a moment, he considered calling
CJ to find out exactly what type she used, but then decided against
it. He ran the entire Communications Department of the White House.
Surely he could pick up a few toiletries without too much hassle.

The blue ones looked good. They had four `droplets' on the
packaging, which he assumed were a guide as to how absorbent they
were. He reached out to pick them up when he spotted the purple
packet. Maybe they were the right ones. They had a picture on them
of a woman jogging. CJ had a very active life so she probably used
them.

Then again, he thought to himself, she doesn't go jogging that often
and the woman pictured on the green packet is dressed in a business
suit. These ones must be for career women, he decided, selecting a
packet from the shelf and studying it more closely. He was about to
go up to the cash register to pay, when the door to the pharmacy
opened and two men walked in.

Toby quickly dropped the packet back on the shelf and went up to the
register, hoping that he hadn't been spotted with them in his hand.

He handed over the Advil and got out his wallet to pay.

"Is that all, Sir?" the assistant from earlier asked him.

He HAD been in the store for a long time and she wouldn't believe
that he had just been in for Advil.

"No. I'll take these as well," he said, grabbing blindly at a
display beside him and tossing the item onto the cash desk beside the
painkillers.

"So that's Advil and Ultra-sensitive condoms," the assistant advised
him, in a louder than required voice.

Toby's head shot up as she mentioned the second product. He groaned
inwardly as he realised that his smash-and-grab had produced yet more
embarrassment for him. And he still didn't have what he came in for.

He handed over a twenty and grabbed the bag. Leaving the store he
leaned against the wall outside, wondering how he was going to
explain THIS to CJ. He looked at his watch. He had already been
gone for twenty-five minutes and he was only a block from CJ's
apartment. If he didn't go back soon he was going to have some
explaining to do.

He looked around and smiled as he saw a group of junior high aged
boys milling about on skateboards.

"Hey!" Toby shouted and gestured for them to come over.

The boys glided over on their boards and skidded to a halt a little
too close for Toby's liking. He stepped back, pressing himself up
against the wall.

Once he was sure he wasn't going to end up with a board through his
shin, he straightened up to face the boys.

"How would you like to make yourselves some extra cash?" he asked
them, amused at the way their eyes immediately lit up at the
opportunity of some money.

"How?" the tallest of the three boys asked, a dubious look on his
face.

"It's easy. For ten dollars, all you have to do is go in there," he
said indicating the store with his finger, "and buy a packet of
tampons."

"No way, Mister," the small blond said, skating away.

His black haired friend followed him, with a loud `Yuck'!

Toby squared up to the tall boy who was still standing in front of
him.

"So I take it from the fact that you are still here that you are
going to do it?" Toby asked him, opening his wallet to give him the
money for going and the money for paying.

"Well," the boy started, "I'll do it. But for twenty dollars not
ten."

Toby frowned at him.

"Fifteen," he bargained, knowing that if he didn't then he would have
to make another trip into the store and he didn't relish the thought.

"Twenty or no deal," the boy said, holding out his hand for the money.

"Ok," Toby succumbed, handing over thirty dollars so that the boy
could pay for the purchase.

The boy took the money and headed for the pharmacy door, board in
hand. As he reached the door he dropped his board to the ground,
stepped on and skated off, waving the money over his head and leaving
a fuming Toby in his wake.

Toby looked around him and then at his watch again. Half an hour had
passed since he had said goodbye to CJ and she hadn't looked too
great when he had left so he was anxious to get back.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Once again he was
faced with the annoying assistant but he kept his head down and made
a beeline for the section he was looking for.

He heard her come up behind him but he ignored her again and she
moved behind the cash desk to deal with another customer.

He sighed loudly as he realised he was back where he had started. He
began to peruse the shelves again when he eventually plucked up the
courage to go to the cash register himself. Not wanting the moment
to pass he grabbed at the shelves, taking an armful of various
products and he made his way up to the cash desk. He took out his
wallet as the girl put the purchases in the bag.

Not so bad, he thought to himself.

"Toby!"

Josh. Damn! Toby grabbed the bag and threw a fifty down on the
counter.

"Can't talk now," he said to Josh, as he tried to hide the contents
of the bag from him. "Keep the change," he shouted over his shoulder
to the assistant, as he left the store and made his way back to CJ's.

*

"There you are," she said, the relief in her voice evident.

"Sorry it took so long," he said as he walked over to the bed and sat
down. "Long queue."

She raised her eyebrow but let the moment pass as she headed to the
bathroom with the bag of toiletries.

She emerged a few moments later, a glass of water in her hand. She
tossed a couple of pills onto her tongue and took a long drink of the
cool water.

She sat back down next to Toby and turned to face him.

"So, that's an awful lot of tampons you got me," she said smiling at
him.

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't run out again any time soon,"
he replied a small smile on his face.

"Fifty dollars is a lot to spend on tampons, but I appreciate it,"
she said, kissing him softly on the lips. He deepened the kiss,
pulling her towards him.

He pulled back as her last comment sank in.

"How did you know I spent fifty dollars?" he asked.

"Let's just say that I got a little phone call saying that a
flustered Toby was buying "women's period thingummy's"."

"Josh," Toby muttered under his breath.

"Yeah," CJ laughed, "Don't worry though. I assured him they weren't
for you. Although since you bought them, feel free to use them any
time," she joked.

"Thanks, but I've seen my fill of tampons to last me a lifetime," he
said as he filled her in on his trip to the drugstore.

Once her laughter had mostly subsided, she rubbed her hand up his
back in a soothing motion.

"Oh, Toby," she said, still giggling slightly," at least one good
thing has come out of this,"

"Which is?" Toby asked, unsure of what good could possibly have come
from his extreme embarrassment.

"At least now you can say `tampon' without losing your ability to
speak!"

Fin

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