Jack led Sue to their king-size bed, extending her own hand in front of her, to feel the mattress. Once she sat down, he removed her shoes one by one, swung her feet onto the bed, and pulled the ugly comforter over her legs, before he fluffed the pillows at her back. "Comfortable?" he signed, taking a seat on his side of the bed.

"Very, thank you," she signed in return. "You know, I can read your lips just fine now. My vision is getting better," she explained, placing a strand of hair back behind her ear.

The shiver that ran through her body didn't go unnoticed by Jack. "You don't seem fine to me."

"I really am – now. I got scared in that theatre, when I saw the explosion. All I remember is a white flash, and all turned black. I tried to leave, but I bumped into people going in different directions, so I just sat down and prayed. I guess God heard my prayers, because you are safe, and my eyesight is almost back to 100."

He softly squeezed her fingers in acknowledgement and smiled. Lost in his own lines of thoughts, reminiscing over the events of the afternoon, he hadn't realised how much time had passed until Sue spoke up again.

"You know, Jack, you don't have to do this. I seriously doubt that Pearson has hidden cameras in a newlywed suite."

"What do you mean?" He looked at her, completely confused. Pearson was suspected for money laundering, not for the use of explicit material – why would he plant cameras in his hotel rooms?

"Your hand… Your arm around my shoulder… Nobody is looking at us – you don't have to pretend to be the caring husband anymore."

Their gazes locked for a moment, and Jack noticed something sad in her eyes. He had not even realised he was still holding her hand, stroking her knuckles with his thumb, and that his arm was draped around her shoulders, holding her unconsciously close to him. He tilted his head, to make sure she could read his lips perfectly. "I'm not pretending – it just felt… right," he replied, saying the first thing his mind could think of.

He didn't want to pull away; he liked being close to her. It took a few seconds for his brain to process the information, but he realised that she had made no attempts to back off either. They had just stopped moving, waiting for the other to do something.

Sue's gaze had slipped from his eyes to his lips, waiting for him to say something. When his eyes drifted south too, his heart skipped a beat when he noticed she was biting her lower lip, probably without even knowing it. Unable to hold back anymore, he slowly leaned in, giving her enough time to pull back – if she wanted to. She tensed when his mouth made contact with hers, but she rapidly relaxed in his embrace. The kiss was soft and sweet. The last time he had really caressed those beautiful lips, it had been a response to a critical situation, when Janice had caught them in her boss' office. This time was so different – he wasn't putting up a show, he simply wanted to indulge in the moment. However, Jack pulled back before the passion could prevent any coherent thoughts.

"And just for the record, this had nothing to do with our cover story," he stated with a wink, unable to erase the cocky smile from his face.

Sue swatted him on the arm, her cheeks flushed. Shifting in his loose embrace, she snuggled closer and rested her head on his shoulder. Her contented sigh was all Jack needed to know she was okay with what had just happened.

Despite his very calm demeanour, Jack felt like a young teenager who had kissed a girl for the first time in his life. His heart was doing flip-flops, the adrenaline was running high, but most of all, he was grinning from ear to ear, and there was nothing that could dampen this feeling.

Unfortunately, an annoying ringing brought a part of his brain back to reality. As he grabbed his cell phone, he checked the caller ID. "Jack."

"("Hey, mate, are you okay?")" Bobby's intonation was worried. "("LVPD just called – they say there was an explosion at the theatre, at Pearson's place. Apparently, it was an accident, but maybe you've seen something…")"

Jack didn't feel like telling the whole story just yet, but he thought that making some fun of his friend would do no harm. "Thanks for the concern, Bobby, but everything is fine here. Personally, I haven't seen anything, but I'll check with Sue, she's right beside me." He placed his hand loosely over the mike piece of the phone, and faced her. "Sue, have you heard anything about an explosion at the theatre today?"

She cocked her head to the side, searching into his eyes, and her lips twitched into a smirk. She tried to swat him again, on the thigh this time, but he caught her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. He was glad she had caught his choice of words.

"Sorry, Bobby, she didn't hear a thing either. By the way, are you and D still going back to D.C. tomorrow? Sue and I will stay here a couple more days, to gather more evidence against Pearson, but don't worry, we're doing great. Bye."

As he flipped the phone shut, he acknowledged the shadow that had passed over Sue's face. "Are you okay?"

She stared at their joined hands. "I just realised that we'll soon be going back to D.C., and with the 'no dating' policy…" She trailed off.

The thought had crossed his mind too, but he didn't want to mull it over just yet. "Trust me, we'll cross the bridge when we'll get there. We have another play date with Durham tomorrow afternoon, where we should win some more money, but besides that, our schedule is quite clear. Want to explore some of Vegas's most famous attractions?"

"And what would they be?" she asked, with mock apprehension.

"Cirque du Soleil shows, gondolas at the Venetian, real casinos, five-star restaurants, drive-thru chapels…"

"You know, the team would probably kill us for doing that," she rationalised as she wiggled her fingers in his hand.

"It'd be worth it," Jack replied, kissing her softly.