Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm just a fan wanting to write stories my favorite show.

A/N: This story is heavily based on the movie, Letters to Juliet, hence, most scenarios and lines are borrowed from there. I absolutely adore the movie, addicted more like it. I've been wanting to post this after I finish A second chance at love. I want to try writing some Arwen for a breather. But don't expect to have fast updates, I'm still 50/50 about this. For me to know whether to continue this or not, is entirely in your hands, my dear readers. If I got a positive feedback, then it's a go! If not, I'll permanently delete it here and on my PC.

"This Gwen Leodegrance from The New Yorker; Hi, Mr. Beal. Thank you for calling me back. No-no. I'm not a writer. I'm a fact checker, actually." Gwen continues to walk through the park as she talks to Mr. Beal. She holds a book with black and white picture of a man and a woman kissing in New York square. Good thing nobody has bumped into her yet.

"Is it like, being a detective or somethin'?" Mr. Beal asked her.

"It is like a detective, yes." Gwen told him as she chuckles slightly at the notion. 'Yes, it's like being a detective. Sigh. I want to write, but can I have the chance?' she thought.

"Let's see if you are the Robert Beal I'm looking for." She looks down at the book, or more specifically, the black and white picture. In the picture, a good 2-3 feet away from the kissing couple, there is a sailor who looks on while walking. This sailor's head is encircled and at the top of the page are written "Robert Beal" with an arrow points at the encircled head of the supposed "Robert Beal".

"Can you confirm where you were when you found out that World War 2 was over?" she stops for awhile and waits for the response of Mr. Beal.

"I was at Poughkeepsie."

"Oh, Poughkeepsie? Alright. Right, thank you so much. Bye." She ended the call and sigh. Just then, her stomach grumbled. "Oh, Right. I haven't had lunch yet." She saw a nearby bagel stand although the line is a little bit long. 'No worries, it's fine.' She thought to herself as she waited patiently in line. She then looked at her remaining list of "Robert Beals'", there are only two left, and one is a petty officer. 'Since the line still quite long, might as well call up the other one.' And so she did. She talked to the next "Robert Beal" until it was her turn in the stand.

"Yes, the moment the war ended." She had her phone on her ear as she paid for her bagel.

"Palm Beach? Okay. Lucky guy." She then put the bagel in her left hand and held her phone with her right. "Thank you very much. Bye." She grimaced a bit and then called up her boss, Gwaine.

"Gwaine, hey, I've got nothing, but there's one more Robert Beal, it's a petty officer, third class." Her phone buzzed. She had another incoming call.

"Wait" she looked at her phone and saw that the one who was calling her is the very same Robert Beal she was talking about. "I'm sorry Gwaine, I'll call you back"

"Don't worry about it Esmeralda. Take your time." Gwaine said to her as she exits the park and walked her way to the Square.

"Yeah, thanks." She then answered the incoming call.

"Gwen Leodegrance. Yes, you're….."

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"So, what do you think?" Gwen asked his boss, and childhood friend, Gwaine about her research. She sat on one of the chairs provided, looking at Gwaine as he looked over her report.

"It's good Esmeralda!" he grinned at her, making her ease a little bit.

"Thanks!" Gwen tucked a stray hair in her ear.

"So…. What's this about some," he shrugged his hands, confusion all over his face. "Pre-honeymoon in Verona?"

"Well, Lance's restaurant is about to open soon, and he won't have any free time after that, so we thought we'd get a pre-honeymoon." She smiled casually at his friend, silently praying he'd buy her reasoning. Gwaine looked at her seriously; he didn't buy it at all.

"Gwen, look." He sighed exasperatedly and his hands clasped together. Gwen gave him an uneasy smile; he never calls her Gwen, only Esmeralda. When he calls her by her real name, she knows he's serious. "I know that you're only trying to cover up for him,"

Gwen tried to open her mouth to retort, but Gwaine cut her off.

"Ah-ah-ah!" he waved a finger in front of her. "Gwen you're like a sister to me, and I don't want you to get hurt. Lance is a great guy. I know. I'm the one who got you two together. But now, I'm..." he heaved a deep sigh. "Actually starting to regret ever matching you two up" he puts his hands in the air as his friend gave him a pointed glare. "He rarely has time for you now. Look I'm sorry Gwen, but let's face the facts." He paused for a minute for waiting for her to digest his words. Gwen's glare softens.

"I know. That's why I decided for us to have this pre-honeymoon. I have three main goals for this trip. She counted off her goals one by one with her fingers. "One, to spend more time with him, "Gwaine nodded urging her to continue, she smiled in return. " Two, to help him go to his suppliers," Gwaine scoffed in disbelief. Gwen cleared her throat and promptly ignored her childhood friend's scowled face. "And last but not the least, number three," she paused, looking at him straight in the eye. "I think I'd try to write while I'm there Gwaine." she whispered so soft it's hardly audible. But Gwaine heard her anyway.

Gwaine grinned lazily at his friend. 'Finally! She finally has the guts to write!'

"Ok, ok. Fine." He put both his hands on her shoulders; she looked at him in surprise. "and while you're at it, throw his phone on the bottom of Lake Garda?"

Both of them laughed, "I'm sorry it's not possible, he has to call his suppliers." She grabbed her coat and notebook. Before she got out of the room,

"Thanks Gwaine."

"You're welcome Esmeralda"

RnR please~