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The Hitch-Chapter 1
Peter Bishop became aware suddenly of a ringing sound. At first he thought it was in his head, but as it continued he realized it was to his left. He opened his eyes to blinding, nauseating light and quickly put his free hand over his eyes. The annoying ringing continued, and Peter realized it was the house phone and not his cell. Clumsily he lifted the receiver and brought it to his ear, the nausea worse now.
"Hullo?" His voice cracked on the word, his lips, mouth, and throat like a desert.
"Wake up, Son. It's 11AM. Our flight's in just under 3 hours from now. Astrix and I decided you and Olivia definitely needed to sleep in after your evening of Bacchanal indulgence, but now it's getting later so, GET UP! We'll be down at the breakfast buffet, but we'll totally understand if you do room service. Your dilatory headaches must be quite intense by now. A generous amount of coffee should do the trick. Call Astride when you two are ready for the cab."
"Walter-"
"Bye, Son." And his adopted father clicked off. Slowly Peter replaced the receiver trying to make as little noise as possible. He let out a long breath. He felt like crap. Peter Bishop had had his share of hangovers in his lifetime, but this one was a monster. Slowly he opened his eyes, begging the nausea to steady. It was then he realized his right arm was around a warm, naked body spooned against him. Soft blonde hair pressed against his neck and he realized in an instant who he was holding. What the-
Peter looked around at his environment. They were in a spacious hotel room. He suddenly remembered being at the desk and them upgrading him to a spa suite, but it hadn't looked like this when he first walked in. He recognized his clothes and hers scattered all over the place, her black bra hanging over the bedside lamp. There were big thick hotel towels thrown over the side of the clover-shaped hot tub just feet from the bed. Holy-
He put his left hand on his forehead and wrinkled his brow. When did we- How did we-We must have-
Peter was barely able to finish a thought his head and stomach battling for attention. He let his hand fall from his forehead and slap the sheets. That's when he saw it. The blinding band of gold on his left ring finger. He held his hand closer to his face and stared at it. What the-We got MARRIED?
As if on cue the body next to him stirred, making moaning noises that did not sound happy.
Olivia Dunham turned toward him, her eyes still closed and snuggled closer. Peter could feel her warm breasts against his chest. It was a pleasant sensation, but one he couldn't focus on at the moment.
"'Livia," he whispered toward her, trying not to make his head hurt anymore than it already did.
He assumed hers did as well. "'Livia, wake up!"
Slowly Olivia opened her eyes and groaned at the intrusion of light. She quickly covered her eyes with her hand. After a few seconds she opened them again. It didn't take long for her to realize she was curled up against a very naked Peter Bishop. "Peter! What's-"
"I'm trying to figure it out, Olivia. Look at this room. Look at us. Do you remember any of this?"
Olivia sat up in bed, quickly pulling the cover over her breasts and saw the disheveled appearance of what she assumed was Peter's hotel room. She knew it wasn't her room, for she had shared a room with two queen beds with Astrid. Why wasn't she there? Her eyes landed on her black bra hanging over the table lamp. "How did we-"
"And it gets more complicated," Peter said in frustration. He was hoping she wouldn't freak out as he reached for her left hand and brought it closer to her face. A matching band of bright gold sat on her left ring finger.
"A wedding ring?" Olivia gasped, staring at the foreign object.
"Yes. Apparently we got married last night. Do you remember?"
"No," she replied after a few moments of contemplative silence.
"S'OK, neither do I."
Things were starting to come together in Olivia's very hungover mind. In bed. Naked. With Peter. Married. "Peter, did we..."
He shook his head in the affirmative. "I'm pretty sure. Don't you feel sore. I mean," he swallowed twice, "sore all over? Because I do."
Olivia thought for a moment, paying attention to her body's signals. "Yeah. You're right."
Peter sniffed. "Well, at least everything we did was not out of wedlock," Peter said dryly.
Olivia cocked her head, considering. "Not that totally funny, Bishop."
Just then the phone rang again. Olivia moaned as Peter tried his best to lunge for it just to make it stop.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Mr. Bishop. This is the front desk. Just wanted to check if you and the new Mrs. Bishop knew what time you wanted us to have the car ready for the airport?"
Only two words got Peter's attention. "Wait! You know we got married?"
"Yes. Late last night, or technically early this morning. Congratulations again, by the way. You informed us when you got in."
"Uh. Does anyone else know?" Peter asked sheepishly.
"Just the other guests who heard you yell the news when you came in. Don't worry, Mr. Bishop.
You must know our motto. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
"Right." For once in his life 190 IQ Peter Bishop was speechless.
"OK, then. Just call us back when you know what time you want the car. Anything else we can get you and the Mrs.?"
"Coffee. Two pots of your strongest coffee. And some dry toast."
"On its way, Sir."
They had washed and dressed separately, Olivia donning the same clothing she'd worn the previous night. It had been a superbly slow process as they were both miserably hung over.
Peter looked out the window as Olivia approached him. They had been dating for about a month, both of them happy, but conversation of marriage hadn't come up because it was too soon. But there they were married, and apparently it had been consummated in a mighty way that they sadly could not recall. Olivia had heard stories like this from college friends. Doing stuff while under the influence and not remembering, at least not right away, if ever. She wrapped her arm around him as he peered outside.
"I'm sorry, Peter."
"What do you have to be sorry about?" he turned and asked her.
"Maybe I pushed this last night? I wish I could remember."
"Maybe it wasn't you. Maybe I did."
"But you don't know that."
"No, I don't." Peter sighed. "But would it really be so bad being married to me?"
Olivia gave him a strange look and a crooked smile. "We won't have enough time to undo this before we go home."
"I know."
"Are we going to tell Walter? And Astrid? Broyles?"
Peter turned toward her. "If we tell Broyles, he'll probably reassign us, split us up. You want that?"
Olivia shook her head. Peter didn't want that either. Strangely enough, his mind was made up.
"Turn around." Olivia did as Peter told her and turned with her back to him. He opened the clasp on the long, gold chain around her neck and stuck her wedding band on it. Then he replaced it on her neck and redid the clasp. "There. Just wear your blouses buttoned up from now on. We can get a gold chain for me in the store downstairs." Olivia nodded.
Peter carefully removed his wedding band and stuck it in his left pocket. He felt something in there already, and extracted a piece of paper that looked like a receipt. Olivia watched him curiously.
"Always and Forever Wedding Chapel. It's a receipt. Apparently I charged the ceremony to my VISA."
"Good thing you didn't put it on the FBI's card," Olivia said smirking.
"Yeah." He studied the receipt. "The time on this is 12:20AM this morning. Huh."
"So we really did it."
He looked up at her to gauge her face. She didn't seem to be freaking out as he'd feared.
"I guess we did."
There was a knock on the door and a man's voice yelling "Room Service." Peter unlocked the door as the young man wheeled in the breakfast cart. They both eyed the silver carafes. The man set the cart next to the dining table. Peter quickly gave him a tip and followed him back to the door. When he was gone Peter walked over and pulled out a chair for Olivia, motioning for her to sit. "For you, Mrs. Bishop." Olivia smirked and contemplated hitting him but she was in dire need of caffeine. It appeared this was going to be a very strange day, indeed.
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