Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or Tristan for that matter. If I did...I wouldn't be writing this, DUH.

Could It Be Love?
Chapter 1: A Sneaky Plan

"Paris Gellar speaking from the Boston Globe how may I help you?"

"I'm back in Boston," a smooth voice said. Paris, the editor of the Boston Globe and she nearly fell out of her chair. Normally she's very suave when it comes to talking on the phone with people but with him it was different. "Tristan, dear why must you always spring this news on me at WORK?" she asked stressing the word work to him. What's work?" he asked jokingly. "So how's it going?" Paris asked "and why are you in Boston? I thought you went to play baseball or something in the minor leagues,"

"I did and I'm back in Boston because I'm a pitcher for the Red Sox,"

"No way!"

"Yes way,"

"That's great so why are you calling?"

"Well...my boss told me that he needed someone to call the Boston Globe so they could come interview me and well you are on the Boston Globe..."

"I see," Paris said thoughtfully thinking. "Paris!" called Rory Gilmore rapping on the door of her friend and boss. "I have to go call me at like five okay, Mr. Gordon!"

"Mr. Gordon?"

"Cross-Country coach for a high-school," Paris said lying smoothly or so she thought. "You're lying," she accused. "No I'm not!" this time her lying was perfect and Rory let the matter drop. "I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving,"

"But it's only 4:30!" Normally Rory would stay until 2:00 in the morning when she had a big story to do and that week she did. "Well, I finished the story at about 2:00 this afternoon and I was just hanging out with some of the other reporters and well one asked me out so I must get ready,"

"Dating whom?"

"Andy Ellis,"

"The sports guy?"

"Yes, the sports guy do you have a problem with that?"

"No...it's just I have a new assignment for you!" she cut in quickly before Rory could start up another argument between them. "Details please!" Rory exclaimed eagerly grabbing a pen and notepad out of her bag poised and ready. "That's my girl," Paris said with a smile as Rory rolled her eyes. "It's on that new baseball pitcher for the Red Sox. I don't remember his name but I want you to do it,"

"But...Andy could do it!"

"He has other sports events to cover. I want you to do it,

"I don't like sports,"

"You don't have to,"

"But Paris!!! I'm not doing it,"

"You have to or your fired,"

"Fine I'll do it," Rory sighed and with a quick look at Paris she walked out. "By the way I can date who I want Paris and no one can stop me!" she called out and with a wave she was gone. "Tristan better be pretty happy," muttered Paris as she dialed the Red Sox team phone number. "Can I please speak to Tristan DuGrey...this is Paris Gellar from the Boston Globe,"

"One moment please," Paris smiled thinking of Aaron, her boyfriend while she waited for Tristan to pick up the phone she looked at the countless pictures of the two of them. As she shuffled her papers around one picture fluttered to the ground. It was of Rory and Tristan having a civil conversation on the back Tristan's scrawl read:

I know I've been a jerk for all of those years back in high school, Rory and I'm sorry. Love, Tristan

How did she have it? She sighed confused about the picture when Tristan finally answered the phone. "Hello?" his smooth voice always amused Paris and she wondered what would this assignment lead to with Rory and Tristan maybe.... love?