A/N: This will be a series of scene additions or post-eps for season 5, just short little scenes or moments as they come to me. I might go back and write some for the earlier episodes, but first up here is a post-episode ficlet for 'The Gimme a K Street Job'.

All he had done was mention their meeting with the new client tomorrow, and suddenly Sophie was glaring at him, eyes wide and hands on hips as if waiting for him to magically realise what he had said wrong.

"Nate."

He spread his hands. "What?"

"You forgot? Really? You're hopeless, you know, I'm leaving for Dubai. Tomorrow."

"Oh, that." He hadn't been entirely sure she wasn't joking about that. "You're actually going?"

"Of course I'm - why wouldn't I go?"

He shrugged and ducked his head, avoiding eye contact as he tried to come up with something to say that wouldn't annoy her. "Okay, well, guess I'll meet the clients with Eliot, then. Uh, have a good time."

"Actually," she sounded almost uncertain, forestalling his thoughts of making a quick exit from the conversation. "I was wondering... well I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me."

He raised his eyebrows at that. "To, what, travel for hours in the desert, just to watch you do your 'By the People, For the People' shtick for a bunch of military officials and contractors?"

She sighed. "You used to love watching me work. It might be fun, you know. Maybe we could take an extra night or two - I do love Dubai. Besides," she slunk closer suddenly, winding her arms up around his neck, "I've been thinking."

His hands found their way naturally to her hips as he looked down at her. "Oh yes?"

"You and I, we haven't spent nearly enough time together, just the two of us, you know, a nice hotel, an exotic locale..."

"Just blow off things here and go away for a few days?"

"Mm-hm," she purred in his ear. "Sound good?"

"It, uh, it does sound pretty good," he agreed, apparently surprising her.

"Really, you want to?"

He shrugged. "Why not? Eliot can take the client meeting tomorrow, and we'll run the job next week."

"Careful, Nate, you might just pass for someone who isn't an obsessive workaholic one of these days."

"I'm growing."

"And I'm so proud." She rolled her eyes, but she was clearly pleased.

He pulled her a little closer against him, enjoying being able to make her happy. While he might still excel at making her annoyed, too, this was infinitely preferable, and he had been making a point of it lately to do so more often.

"A few nights in Dubai, huh, sounds... romantic," he said. With a smile, he bent his head to kiss her.

She returned his smile, met his lips in a brief peck, and then was suddenly out of his arms and halfway across the room. "This is going to be great. I'm going to tell Hardison to fix the travel arrangements. Then I need to pack. I'll see you later."

"Oh, okay, sure."

"Nate," she called from the doorway, "Just a thought - what about a stopover in Paris on the way home?"

"Well that could be -"

"We can go shopping!"

"Uh, hang on, Sophie, what?"

She was already gone.

Nate frowned, left with somewhat conflicted feelings on the matter, and wondering whether this hadn't been her plan all along. On the one hand, spending time alone with Sophie. On the other hand, spending time alone with Sophie in a bunch of Parisian shoe stores.

Well, maybe he would luck out and there would be a lingerie store somewhere in there. Maybe he could even convince her to skip the shoes, and just focus on the lingerie.

Yeah, fat chance.

He sighed, and went to go get a drink.