Once Horatio and Calleigh returned to Miami, Calleigh moved out of her apartment and into his house and the wedding plans began. For the next few months, Calleigh gleefully spent much of her free time going over every minute detail of the wedding, for she wanted the wedding of her dreams. Horatio didn't mind of course because he wanted her to remember the big day for the rest of her life. She decided that she wanted to hold it in Maine at a lighthouse that she loved to visit when she vacationed with her family as a child. They both decided to hold it the next October, just as the leaves were falling and it wasn't too cold outside. That would give MDPD enough time to find temporary replacements for day shift for a few days, as the entire team were going to attend.

As it became closer to the wedding date and the nitty gritty was all sorted out, Calleigh started considering dress options. Horatio wanted to be there when Calleigh went shopping for it.

One day in late August, Calleigh found the one. When she walked out of the dressing room, Horatio lost his breath.

"Calleigh, you are...absolutely stunning," Horatio said with gaping mouth.

Calleigh blushed. "This is it, Horatio. This is the one."

"It is."

"Wow Calleigh, you look like a princess," Mr. Duquesne said. "Remember when you used to wear your church dresses and that tiara you had and you would parade around the house saying you were a princess?"

"Dad!" Calleigh said, humourously embarrassed. Horatio couldn't help but chuckle.

"So you do remember, pumpkin!"

Calleigh was desperate to change the subject. "Well, Horatio, now that I have my dress, it's time to find your tuxedo."

Horatio grumbled.

"Nuh uh uh!" Calleigh said. "No complaining, big boy."

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As Horatio was driving toward a tailor, he looked over to Calleigh, sitting chipper as can be thanks to the acquisition of the wedding dress of her dreams.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded brochure. "Have you thought of a honeymoon spot yet?" he asked her.

"No," Calleigh said. "I've been too busy with everything else. Do you have a place in mind?"

Horatio slipped the brochure into her hands. "I was wondering if you would like to go here."

Calleigh unfolded the brochure and gasped. "Paris...are you serious?"

"I am."

"Horatio, I've always wanted to go. How did you know?"

"I took a hint from the Arc de Triomphe picture you have on your laptop."

Calleigh leaned over and kissed Horatio on the cheek. "Thank you for making my dreams come true."

"And thank you, my princess...for rescuing this prince from loneliness."

Calleigh smiled. "You are no prince...you are a king."

"That would make you a queen, then...the queen of my heart."

Calleigh giggled. "We are hopeless romantics."

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By the third tuxedo, Horatio was glad when Calleigh finally liked one that he tried on.

"Oh Horatio," Calleigh said with the biggest grin, "you look so handsome."

That brightened Horatio's disposition a little. "I feel like James Bond."

"Hey, James Bond is very sexy!"

Horatio adopted the typical Bond attitude, posing with his fingers resembling a pistol. Calleigh erupted in laughter.

"I take it you like it, Ms. Duquesne?"

"Please, call me 'The Future Mrs. Caine'."

"Alright then, 'The Future Mrs. Caine', I think this one shall do nicely."

"Very much so, Horatio."

"Please, call me 'The Lucky Future Husband of The Most Beautiful Woman in The World'."

"Alright, 'The Lucky Future Husband of The Most Beautiful Woman in The World', take off the tux so we can get it and get on with our errands."

Horatio winked at Calleigh as he walked back into the dressing room.