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�It�s Toby, Josh.  He may hate his father and have less than pleasant contact with his sisters around the holidays but he and David were close.  Toby would beg borrow ad steal�and, apparently, commit treason�for his baby brother.  It�s just who he is,� I said.  I couldn�t fight the clenching in my heart when I inadvertently reminded myself that I had once held a coveted place as Toby Zeigler�s little brother.  �How did you get his help on the campaign without anyone finding out?� I asked, needing to change the subject.  Josh sat up straighter, shocked.  �Oh, please.  You had Toby whispering plays in your ear since, when?  San Andreo?�

�The VP debate,� Josh said reluctantly.  �How�d you know?�

�I know you, I know the average age and level of experience of your staff, and I know Toby.  You had help, CJ and Will are too busy working their asses off for a lame duck administration that wants to go out with a bang, and Leo had enough going on as the bottom half of the ticket.  I�m sure everyone pitched in when they could, but Toby�s been doing nothing but have the same meeting over and over again since he left the White House.  He was flexing his political muscles by helping you out and as your attorney I want you to realize how huge a risk you were taking.  The AG finds out you two were talking and you�re looking at a Supreme Court subpoena.  You had code-word clearance, you probably knew about the shuttle�� I trailed off.  �You weren�t the one who told Toby about the military shuttle, were you?�

�No.  I didn�t even really know what it was until Brock published.  I had clearance to know about it but I wasn�t in the loop on the project.  All my clearance gave me was permission to know what was going on.  It didn�t mean I knew what was going on, you know?� Josh said.

Understanding what he was saying, I nodded.  There were a lot of things that I was cleared to know about that I wasn�t in the loop for.  There�s so much stuff to know and deal with that anything that�s not a priority is just not worth your time and energy.

Josh furrowed his brow.  �You think it�s possible that the Attorney General could thing I was Toby�s source?�

I had to be blunt with him.  We weren�t two friends talking about current events.  We were attorney and client and it was my job to make sure that Josh understood the possible outcome of his actions.  �I think that it is a possibility.�

�Well, crap,� Josh said.  That about summed it up, really.  �Good thing I�ve got a six-hundred-dollar an hour lawyer on retainer,� he smirked.

�You�ll be getting a bill for this meeting when you get home,� I said dryly.  �Just be careful, Josh.  I�m willing to pull your ass out of the fire but that in no way means that I�m in any way eager to do so.�  I stood up and smoothed down my jacket.  �I�ll think your offer over.  Just give me some time.�

�I don�t exactly have an overabundance to give,� Josh reminded me.

�I know,� I replied.  �You should get some sleep.  You look like crap and I want you to be alive when I get married.�
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