Toby comes and sits across from C.J., very close, and she wryly asks if he thinks she just came over to take advantage of him. Toby: "I think you don't know why you came here. You're a woman with a lot of options. You're acting like the world's backing you into a corner bouncing from one thing to the next, from Bartlet to Santos to Danny to me...maybe you should stop bouncing, pick something. What do you want?" And like that, he pierced her to the core and she's left to admit that she wants "to learn how to make a chicken like that." "Stick a lemon up it and throw on some rosemary," Toby tells her. That's his next gig -- hosting on the Food Network -- with that personality. She also admits to a skiing fantasy, hampered only by her complete ignorance of the vocabulary necessary to begin. Both laugh, and their eyes shine. Toby: "I missed you." C.J. agrees: "Yeah. We had it good there for a while." He concurs, looks down, and tells her that she should leave. When she asks if he's kicking her out, he confirms it, and she doesn't fight him. With that one unspoken moment, the door closed on the possibility of the two of them, but their friendship was repaired in the nick of time. It seems to be a good trade, even if bittersweet. They hug, awkwardly but long and deep, and he seems to hesitate to let her go. After the door shuts, he watches her leave out the window, and the driver asks where they'll be going.

There's another knock on another door, and this time it's Danny who greets the agent. C.J. has her shoulders hunched and head cocked like an insecure schoolgirl, and Danny looks directly into her face with a scotch in one hand while the agents inspect his apartment. She drops her gaze, but when she looks back, he's still staring, eventually giving her a sweet inquisitive eyebrow raise as the agent finishes up. The door closes, and, once they're alone, C.J. sighs, "I missed the window how to figure out how to do this." Danny's confused, and C.J. continues: "Share my life with another person. And how to be a partner or whatever condescending way you put it this afternoon." When he breaks in to assure her that he wasn't condescending, she jumps back in, saying everything in a rush: "I don't know how to do it. Maybe at one point I did, maybe I never did, but it's over now, it's too late. This, and skiing, it's too late. It's not going to happen." Again, C.J. thwarts Danny's attempt at speech and finishes, both pleading and defensive, "You said yourself, it's not an accident that this hasn't come together. This is who I am. I'm good at my job, Danny. I'm good at working. I'm not good at this." Much to C.J.'s surprise, he agrees. But then he also continues: "You're right -- you suck at it. You're going to need a tremendous amount of training." She cries and laughs, a sign that she just might turn the corner. She cannot believe it, but he insists that he'll train her. He quickly clarifies, "Well, we'll call it something else; that sounds bad. But we'll deal with it." They bicker -- she's still not sure about the training, but he insists that they'll make it work: "You're gonna get good at it. We're gonna get good at new things." See, C.J., you've just learned it, not missed it -- NO ONE knows what they're doing when it comes to relationships. You just try it out until it works. Or so I've heard. Danny insists over C.J.'s protests that she hasn't missed it, and that they can figure it out, until she sighs and shakes her head, defeated. The really good kind of defeated. The in love kind of defeated. Danny assures her, "You can be scared. That's okay! But you're not gonna walk away from me because you're scared. I'm not that scary."