An unseasonably warm autumn day is forecasted so Jean decides that since it's Saturday and Lucien has nothing on the schedule that they will make a day of it. Their fourth anniversary having just passed with little fanfare with Lucien stuck on a case. Oh, Lucien tried his best to make the day special; sending flowers, making it home in time to slip into bed before Jean fell asleep to make sweet love to her, only to be gone before sun up. She knows he meant well and probably had some grandiose plans that got sidelined by work. Today Jean is incharge of the day and nothing will get in the way.

Lucien rolls over in the bed opening his eye to see his beautiful wife in the midst of dressing. He wishes that her warm soft body was still laying next to him but he certainly is finding it pleasurable watching her movements. He notes that she is slipping on a casual sleeveless dress that fits her just right. As she slips on a matching cardigan to ward off the early morning chill she turns feeling her husband's eyes watching her movements.

"I thought you had plans for us today?" Lucien croaks his voice still full of sleep and longing.

"I do, so best be getting yourself up. I laid some clothes out for you." Making her way to the vanity to do her hair and makeup, Jean looks at the reflection in the mirror, admiring Lucien's naked frame as he stretches getting out of bed. Their eyes lock in the mirror at if magnets have drawn them together. Their eyes reach into each other's souls as only a true friend and lover is able to do.

"You have plans for us that require very casual clothes, Mrs. Blake. I'm guessing a night at the opera isn't in order then." Lucien teases Jean knowing she dislikes opera more than he.

"No, Doctor, your best suit won't be required for today's outing." Happy that Lucien is in such a jovial mood she teases back.

Lucien finishes getting ready as Jean prepares all that they will need for the day. Jean is putting the last basket in the boot of the car when Lucien steps outside looking the picture of relaxation. Jean has already shed the cardigan as the temperature rises with the sun. Lucien mouth drops and eyes glaze over as he notices that Jean has forgone stockings, something he hadn't noticed in the dim morning light of their bedroom. It really is going to be a casual day.

"I think that should be all. I just need to grab my purse. Do you have everything?", Jean asks.

"Considering I have no idea what you have planned, I'll say I'm good to go.", Lucien answers as he follows Jean back into the house.

Jean makes her way into the house and turns to go into the surgery where she puts the telephone receiver back on the base.

"Bloody hell! What did you do?"

Smiling mischievously, "I have no idea what you mean. Now quick to the car before the blasted thing rings!"