Margaret's flight landed at JFK airport around 6:30 pm. She retrieved her luggage and walked to where she put her car. She gave the man her car ticket and he let her in. She got into her Chevy Equinox and took a deep breath in. She turned the car on and drove home to Lynbrook, Long Island. She was so tired she got out of the car and up to her front door. She stopped and looked at her house. The house she bought with Steve. It just didn't feel like her house anymore, in fact that's all it was to her, a house, not a home. Not her home. She opened the door, lights where on all over the house. "Steve?" She called out, no answer. "Steven?" Laughs and giggling could be heard from her bedroom. Margaret gets her colt .45 handgun out of her gun locker that is in her hall closet. She goes to her bedroom door and kicks it in pointing the gun at the bed. The two people in her bed gasped and stopped what they were doing.

"Get out of my bed and get out of my house you slut, you know I am not afraid to shoot you. Steven, get some clothes on, we are having a big, long talk and then you are sleeping on the couch."

"Please sweetheart put the gun down."

"I'll put it down when your slut is out of my house."

"Margs, I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen, you're my best friend, and we're like sisters, I'm sorry I hurt you."

Margaret laughed and then in a serious voice, "Ha, ha, ha. If you were truly my "sister", you would've never gotten into bed with my husband. It's too late to apologize, you ruined our friendship. Now get the fuck out of my house."

"Ok, ok, but Steve I think you should tell her. Can you put the gun down while I get dressed?"

Margaret scoffed, and lowered her weapon. "You're not worth a bullet from my gun, plus I don't feel like going to jail."

Britney got dressed and left the house. Steve put on sweatpants and sat on the edge of the bed. "How about I order us dinner and we can talk?"

Margaret nodded her head as she looked at her bed. The bed where she and Steve consummated their marriage. The bed where for 7 and a half years they have had playful sex, rough sex, passionate sex and make-up sex. The bed where she would rest her head on his chest while he read to her. The bed where she got a phone call confirming she was going to be a mom. The bed where she comforted him after his parents died. The bed where she watched him sleep, and when he woke up kissed him like he was the only man on earth. The bed where she use to get into in his boxers and his t-shirt after a long day of looking pretty for tv. The bed where she had a miscarriage in. The bed where she caught her best friend and husband in. Tears came to her eyes and in an attempt to blink them away, a few slipped through. Margaret bit her lip and looked at Steve, more tears escaped. He got up and went to hug her. She pushed him away but he refused to give up, he tried again and held her. She hit him many times and tried to fight her way out of his grip. He only held her tighter. Margaret finally gave up and just let him hold her as she bawled her eyes out. Cries echoed through the room, sobs reverberated off their walls. She hugged him until she regained control. She looked at him and noticed he was crying too. "Why? Why her? Don't you love me an-"

He moved her so she was arm length away, but he still held on to her with one arm as put his finger of the other hand up to her lips. "Of course I still love you. I always have and always will. You were my first love. Ever since the miscarriage you've been different. You didn't want me to touch you for a long time. I let you have your space. I waited for you for so long to be ready to try again." He was getting upset and tears filled his eyes again, "I wanted a child with you damn it!"

Screaming at him, "I was 18 weeks pregnant, so close to that vital five months in a pregnancy. Four and a half months Steve. I was depressed. Our son died! You didn't seem to care that our baby died before he had a chance to live! We could have had a two year old running around here."

Looking very hurt he said, "I did care, I fucking cared! You don't think there's a day that goes by that I wish he was here with us? You don't think that I had prayed to God for answers as to why he took away such an innocent life? I wanted you to come back to me, I wanted my wife back. I wanted the feisty girl that I fell in love with back." Crying, Steve continued his confessions to his wife, who still held her upper arms captive. "She never came back, you never came back. You buried yourself in that damn tv station. Anytime I wanted to make you feel sexy, you pushed me away. I turned to Britney for help. She missed you too." Wiping his eyes as he almost whispered, "We just found comfort in each other. We didn't start fooling around until last year."

She said looking down at the ground, "So a year? You've been cheating on me for a year." She looked at him and she noticed the love she once saw in his deep blue eyes was gone. She knew this next part of their talk would be hard for her. "Are you happy?"

Steve looked down and then back at her, "Very. I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But Britney and I love each other so much. We are having a baby, she just told me today."

Margaret looked at him blankly, bit her lips closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened her sad empty ocean blue eyes, tears poured out of them, she bit her lips again and quietly said "I want a divorce. I'm moving down to Miami to be near my cousin. You can keep the house, but give me my money so I can buy my own house. I'll be out within the next month. Stay with her for that time period. I'll call you when I'm all out of the house."

Steve couldn't say anything, he nodded and cried with her, he grabbed clothes and everything else he needed for a month. They hugged and said their goodbyes. Margaret closed the door, leaned against it and started to cry again. She felt her knees getting weak and she slid down the door. She cried for so long. Her marriage was over; her husband was in love and having a baby with another woman. She lay down on the ground and cried some more.

**Earlier in Miami**
Tim was getting nervous and everyone could tell. Well his colleagues anyway. They were all close to one another. "Hey Tim, I never got to say happy anniversary to you. Eleven years is it?" Calleigh Duquesne asked as she and Tim walked into the locker room. It was time to head home.

"Yeah 11 years. Can you believe it? I still feel like we're on our first date… I know I'm the type of person who doesn't really express myself, but I love her so much. She's just so amazing and fun and sexy, and just everything about her I love," Tim said putting his badge on the top shelf of his locker. He then began to disassemble his firearm.

"That's really sweet; Lauren is a really great girl. I only hope that I have that someday, and that Eric feels the same about me." She said as she checks her gun to make sure the clip was out and the bullet was out of the barrel.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around her stomach and a kiss was placed on her cheek. A low voice was heard in her ear, but it was loud enough for Tim to hear, "It will and I do."

"Eric! Not at work. Good I'm glad you feel the same. Let's go home babe." She got free from his arms and they started to walk away.

"Wish me luck and hope she says yes!"

"Good luck Speed." Eric said turning back around and shaking his hand.

"Good luck and call us when she says yes." Eric looked at her and shook his head. Calleigh closed her eyes and laughed. "On second thought call us in the morning. Oh, Tim?"

"Yeah Cal?"

"Congratulations!" She hugged him and smiled.

"Thanks guys." Tim smiled and heads for Horatio's office. He knocks on the door and walks in, "H?"

"Yeah, hey Speed, come on in. Take a seat, I just have to finish signing off on this report and I'll be right with you."

"Ok, no problem." He said, actually feeling a wave of nervousness come over him. He shook his leg as he waited.

"Alright, all done." He said smiling and moved to open a drawer and placed the black velvet ring box on his desk. "Getting nervous?"

"Yes sir, but I love her so much that it's nerves that I'll trip over my words."

Horatio chuckled a little bit at the fact Tim had just called him sir. The last time he called him sir was the day he stopped by his house back in New York. He was about to take Lauren on their first date.

"Speed." Horatio says flashing the Caine smile he and Lauren shared.

"Yes sir?" Tim asked nervously.

"I couldn't have picked a better man to marry my daughter." Horatio picked up the black box and handed it to Tim. He gladly took it.

"Thanks H… Well, I better get going. See you the day after tomorrow."

"Yep," Horatio stated and then pulled Tim into a hug before he left the lab.

**Lauren and Tim's house**

The house was quiet except for the master bathroom. Lauren was buzzing around getting ready for tonight. Well, getting ready for Tim to come home. She was thankful her boss gave her a couple weeks off since business was slow and she and Tim had just moved into a house; she couldn't wait to decorate it. Designing is what she does. Lauren Caine was and is an Interior Designer. She obtained her Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree from the University of Miami and wants to obtain her Masters Degree in the near future.

Lauren couldn't wait to give Tim his present. She had gotten him a new Ducati motorcycle. No, he didn't get rid of his yellow one Lauren had just gotten him another one. This one was black and a two seater. Sitting on the bathroom vanity Lauren applied her makeup. Once finished she headed in the bedroom where her clothes were laying not for their night out, but the clothes for when Tim walked through the door. She wanted and outfit that suit his gift. Lauren grinned to herself as she slipped her baggy sweatpants off and then slipped on her black jean short shorts on. Well they were a little less than short shorts. Next she pulled her t-shirt off and slipped on a smooth looking black bra. Following that she grabbed the leather jacket and slipped that on too. She buttoned it up a little leaving her cleavage present. The jacket cut off just at the end of her rib cage revealing her midsection. Now all that was left was her hair and for Tim to arrive home. Twenty minutes later Lauren heard the roar of Speed's motorcycle. She hurried over to the window and peered out. Grinning she opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. She had added some 4 inch heel black leather boots to her wardrobe. "Hey Tiger!" Lauren said seductively as she leaned against the door frame. Tim looked up and stopped dead in his tracks; his mouth dropped open. Lauren had to laugh at Tim's surprised facial expression. "How was your day baby?" Lauren asked walking over to him. Tim was speechless. He couldn't find the words; she looked so damn sexy.

When he did find his voice all that came out was, "Hi." Reaching him Lauren snaked her arms around his waist. He began to feel his need for her deepen as she moved her hands to his chest and up over his shoulders and around his neck. The scent from her shampoo was intoxicating.

"Hi back," Lauren said bring her face close to his. She leaned in to kiss him and she teased him by pulling back just before their lips touched making Tim go after her lips. She finally let him kiss her. "I think it's time to give you your anniversary presents Timmy. This is only half of it," Lauren said breaking the kiss and pointing to her sexy biker outfit. "One right now…" Lauren pauses for a moment then continues whispering in his ear, "…the other one later tonight."

He looked at her dubiously, he didn't understand why she was in that outfit. It was more fitting for a kinky time in the bedroom. He made a mental note to ask her to put those clothes back on when they got home from dinner. Lauren took his hand and led him over to the garage door that was open. Inside was a huge wooden box that she said was full of 'stuff'. She stopped him in front of the box marked 'stuff'. "Open it," she stated. He just stares back at her confused. "Open it goofball." Lauren giggled pushing him closer to the box.

"Lauren, it's what I always wanted, a big crate! Thank you! No seriously, what's in here? Is this like a gag gift or something? You told me there was nothing but old junk in here," Tim said pointing to the wooden box.

"Just open it and you will see." She said, starting to get really excited. He grabbed a crow bar and pried the top and one of the sides off. As the packing paper fell away from crate he saw his present. He stared at it and pulled more packing paper away from it. When he really saw the bike, his lips curled upwards and he looked at Lauren.

"But you don't have a helmet."

"That's the first thing you say?" Lauren laughed and kissed him and went into the trunk of her Pontiac and pulled out a woman's helmet. She dangled it by its chin strap, raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Speedle moved closer to her and enveloped her in a hug. "This truly is the best anniversary. Wanna go for a ride around the block?"

"Babe, what about our reservations? We need to get ready." He took her helmet and put it on her and fastened her chin strap. He looked at her and couldn't resist stealing a kiss.

"Thank you for the bike, I love it. I love you."

"I love you too, ok come on a quick ride around the block." He hopped on and then helped her get on. She held on tight as he started his new bike up, their ride around the block turned in to two. He finally pulled back into their driveway. "Mr. Speedle I believe that was more than once around the block." She giggled as she took off her helmet and shook her hair free.

"Yeah, sorry I just loved the feel of you on the bike I didn't want it to end." He kissed her and moved them backward. Lauren collided with his work bench and she gasped. She pushed him away and told him they needed to get ready. She started to walk away and swayed her hips seductively. He was hooked on her body.

"Laur, when we get home tonight, can you wear that to bed?" Tim asked with his eyes wide and his tongue almost half out of his mouth.

She turned around, "Maybe if you're good and I get a good present." She smiled and bopped her index finger on his nose.

At the restaurant Tim couldn't keep his eyes off his girlfriend. She looked so beautiful; she could pull off any look according to him. She went from sexy biker chic to a beautiful goddess. Her leather jacket and short jean shorts had been replace by a medium tone blue dress that came down just above her knees. The V neckline dipped down to her chest. Her dark brown hair that in the sun seemed to turn a reddish brown was pulled back into an elegant ponytail. Finally her shoes were black stiletto heal and in her ears were a pair of dangly diamond earrings Horatio had gotten her when she graduated from college. The couple had dined at Casa Tua; one of their favorite places. The food was always amazingly good and the service was terrific. As the night went on Lauren noticed Tim had been getting a little quiet. Why she had no idea. After eating their dessert they took a quick little walk on the beach before heading back home where Tim would pop the question. On their ride home Lauren again noticed Tim was extra quiet. She decided to ask him straight up.

"Babe, you okay? You've gotten really quiet," Lauren asked taking one hand off her steering wheel and reaching for his hand. Yes, Lauren was driving. She was very picky about who drove her car. Tonight she wanted to drive her G6 convertible. Tim smiled when she gently took his hand in hers. Her touch was so soft and caring, just like her father.

"Yeah, I'm fine angel, really," Tim said leaning over to give her a kiss on the lips once Lauren had pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. "What do you say we go out on the patio and talk for a little bit then I can give your present?" He kissed her again. Why he wanted to talk on the patio was unclear to Lauren, but she went along with it anyway. He must have some reason for it. Tim quickly jogged over to her side of the car and opened the door then guided her to the back patio that overlooked the ocean. He left her alone for a moment while he went to get her 'present' so to speak and returned with one hand in his pocket; he was holding the black velvet box.

"So, what did you want to talk about Timmy?" Lauren asks wrapping her arms around his slender waist and resting her head on his shoulder as they look out into the almost non-existent horizon; the sun was just setting over the ocean.

"Remember our first date at Joe's Diner. Maggie set us up on a blind date," Tim said laughing a little.

Sighing a little Lauren says, "Yeah, I couldn't… well I can believe that she did that. I kept looking at you when we were around. Maggie told me you were giving me a few looks too. You were just soooo sexy." Lauren's voice turning silly when she said 'soooo sexy'. She heard him chuckle at her last sentence. Then Lauren got the image in her head of the first time Tim had met her father.

"Oh, my, gosh remember the first time you came to pick me up I believe it was like our second or third date and you were greeted by my dad at the door."

"Don't remind me. I think that was like the only time I was actually terrified of Horatio," Tim chuckled as he remember the day her first met him and the second time her was terrified or nervous around him. Of course Lauren had no idea about the second time, the time he asked for his blessing to marry her. The two continued to talk for a little while until Tim came to the moment when he wanted to pop the question. Quiet filled the air and he took some time to compose himself before he asked, "One last question before I give you your present." Lauren looked back at him and smiled making his heart skip a beat and his knees weak. "Do you remember the time I asked you to marry me right here on the patio?" Tim asked grasping the small balk box in his hand as Lauren looked out into the water and beyond.

At first Lauren didn't realize what he just asked her until she was turning her head back to look at him. Her eyes went wide and when she finally met his, as he was down on one knee holding an open ring box. "Lauren Elizabeth Caine, will you marry me?" Lauren was speechless as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Oh, my, god! Are you serious…? Yes! Yes I'll marry you," Lauren said excitedly as she finally letting her tears of joy fall down her cheeks; Tim had them as well. He carefully took the ring out of its holder, his hands shaking a little because he was so nervous. The ring was a 1.5 carat diamond ring with a .5 carat diamond set in the silver band on each side of the bigger stone. He wanted her to have the best and he had been saving up for that ring for a long time. Tim slipped the ring on her left hand and the two embraced in a tight hug.

I love you baby, I love you so much you know that?" Tim choked out.

Lauren nodded her head and added, "I love you too Timmy, I love you so much." The two break there hug and Tim plants a soft kiss on her lips. He purposely left her wanting more. He took her by the hand and led her inside the house and to their bedroom where two glasses and a bottle of champagne await them.

"Happy anniversary soon to be Mrs. Lauren Caine-Speedle," Tim said leaning in stealing another kiss from her as he guided her to their bed.

"Happy anniversary my love," she softly says back to her future husband. The bottle of champagne would have to wait for later. Lauren wanted to make passionate love to Tim. They were both in for a night of loving making.


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