"I can see why you came back here," Jennifer whispered as she remained laid on the rooftop, her head resting on Eames's chest as his hands clasped the back of his head and the pair of them looked up onto the night sky. He'd managed to find an apartment with a rooftop balcony, finding them extremely private when he had no desire to be disturbed. "The view is quite something."

"That it is," Eames agreed with her, his voice rather low and mumbling as his eyes closed gently and a content smirk passed his lips whilst Jenny draped her free arm over his stomach, nestling closer to his side if it was actually possible. She had to admit that the concrete was slightly cold, only covered by a thin rug and nothing else.

"So, I have a question," Jennifer informed him, propping herself up onto her elbow, looking across to where Eames lay and he peeled one eye open, looking at her as she stared back at him, her fingers lightly tracing the pattern on his shirt.

"And what question would this be?" he asked her, a brow arched as he rubbed a hand over his chin and then moved it onto her arm, softly skimming her skin as he did so.

"What's your full name?"

Eames took a moment to allow his eyes to go wide before he laughed quickly and Jennifer smiled at the sound, gently nudging him in the side as she did so.

"What's so funny?" she wondered and he shook his head, the noise of his snorts dying down as he did so. He took a moment to look around the rooftop before his eyes landed back onto her face again.

"You," he replied. "You've known me for quite some time now, and you decide now is the time to ask me for my full name?"

"I guess that I hadn't really thought about it before," Jennifer shrugged at him and he closed his eyes again, his hand still tickling up and down her arm as he did so.

"It's Greg," he mumbled softly, not really caring for his first name as Jennifer took it in, looking at him and wondering if he looked like a Greg to her. "I'd prefer it if you stuck to just calling me Eames, darling."

"Hmm," Jennifer mused and Eames looked back at her again as she dropped back down to his side, resuming her previous resting position whilst he moved his arm to wrap it around her shoulders, bringing her tighter to his side. "I don't know if you look like a Greg."

"How can someone look like a Greg?" Eames wondered, wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger as she shrugged awkwardly against his side.

"You know," she told him. "You suit your name, don't you? Like...what would you think if I was called Rose?"

"Um," Eames took a moment, his brows furrowing together as he did so. "I'd think that you were called Rose? I don't really understand."

"What is there to not understand?" Jennifer asked him simply. "Honestly, it isn't difficult Greg."

"I've told you not to call me that," Eames reminded her and she sat up, looking at him with a taunting gleam.

"What?" she asked innocently. "Greg?"

"I've warned you," Eames said and Jennifer looked at him, still smirking.

"Sorry, Greg," she joked and Eames quickly sat up.

"Right, that's it," he said playfully and Jennifer quickly jumped up, moving away from Eames hastily as she did so, running to the edge of the building as he advanced onto her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hauling her back against his chest whilst she laughed wildly into the night sky and Eames chuckled along with her.

It didn't take long before his neighbours switched on a light and walked to their window, shouting outside as they looked up to the roof. Eames quickly ducked down with Jennifer in his grasp, tucking her beneath his chin and allowing her face to move against his chest, her body still shaking as she laughed against him.

"See what you've done, love?" Eames whispered as she stood tall, her arms draped around his neck as she laughed and smiled at him softly. "You're already waking the neighbours, what am I going to do with you?"

"Hmm, the possibilities," Jenny mused, her hand running down his gelled hair as she did so and Eames continued to grin.

"You're incorrigible," he said and she shrugged, allowing him to place a firm finger under her chin, lifting her gaze up to look at his.

"It's a trait which is a part of the package," she mumbled and Eames chuckled.

"I guess I can overlook that trait for the package," he whispered before he kissed her once again.

One week later

Robert hung up after his conversation with Jennifer's mother. He'd phoned her to see how she was holding up. It seemed she was doing better than he had initially thought. Her mother hadn't seemed all too pleased with her daughter's sudden decision to up and leave for Botswana. Apparently, she had been forced to live back at home and was unemployed. Her mother said that she had found this man in Botswana who she knew. He went by the name of Eames. She found it considerably reckless of her daughter to up and leave for a man she didn't even know. Robert found it refreshing.

He'd hung up and sat back in his chair, smiling lightly as he thought about it. The deeper he thought about it then the more he realised he should be upset. The woman he loved had gone off to a man who had brainwashed him. That was why he chose not to think about it too much. Biter was not a feeling which he wanted to associate with.

"Mr Fischer," his receptionist brought him out of his daze and he looked at her striking blue eyes whilst she looked down onto the paperwork which she was bringing him. "I have the contract which needs signing and your two o'clock meeting cancelled."

"Right," Robert said, taking the paperwork from her. "Thanks, Annie."

"No problem, Mr Fischer," she shrugged. "Is there anything else?"

"No, I don't think so," Robert replied and she nodded before turning around and moving back to the door. Robert watched her walk back before he shook his head. He'd never know if he didn't try. "Actually, there is something."

Annie turned around, her brow arched as she waited for him to say something to her and he remained seated, pulling on his tie gently as he did so.

"Yes, Mr Fischer?" she asked him.

"The fundraiser this evening, well, it seems I've two tickets here," Robert told her, picking them up and looking at them whilst she remained stood by the door, her eyes glittering as she thought about what was happening. "It would be a shame to waste one, wouldn't it?"

"I suppose so," Annie replied. "Do you need me to find you a date for this evening?"

"Yes, possibly," he replied. "However, I know who I would like to take."

"Do you? And who would she be?" Annie asked, trying not to smile at the harmless flirting between her boss and herself.

"I think she knows who she is," Robert whispered back to her, his lips curving upward on one side and Annie blushed slightly, placing her hands behind her back and she nodded once in agreement with the offer and Robert checked the ticket for the time of the event. "I'll pick you up at half past six."

"I can meet you there," Annie assured him and he shook his head.

"I'll pick you up," he promised her.

"Okay," Annie agreed, knowing that he could easily find her address on the employee records.

"I'll see you this evening," Robert declared and she nodded before shutting the door to his office. Robert took a deep breath and shook his head, unable to believe what he had just done.

Four months later

"The Leaning Tower of Pisa or the Eiffel Tower?"

"How can you choose between them?" Jennifer wondered as she sipped on the hot chocolate which Eames had just placed in front of her and her eyes darted over to the side where the Eiffel Tower sat. Eames shrugged and drank some of his coffee whilst Jenny watched him; the feeling in her stomach would never subside when she saw him. And she wasn't complaining.

"Easily." Eames told her. "Which do you think is better?"

"I like both of them," Jennifer replied and he rolled his eyes.

"Such a diplomatic answer," he replied and opened the paper which he had just bought whilst Jennifer tore at the croissant Eames had bought them.

"I called my mother whilst you were gone," Jennifer informed him and he peered at her from over his paper as she looked onto the pastry before her. "I think she wants me to go home."

"And what do you want to do?" Eames asked and Jenny shrugged, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head whilst Eames placed the paper onto the small table and looked at a couple as they passed them on the pavement.

"I want to travel," Jennifer decided. "I just know that we can't travel forever, can we? The money is bound to run out."

"Money is never something which I've had to worry about before," Eames declared to her and Jennifer looked at him. "Don't worry about money. We'll get by until you tire of travelling."

"I don't know if I will."

"Then we will never stop," Eames smiled. "You need to stop worrying, Jennifer."

"That's easy for you to say," Jennifer snorted. "I've never seen you worry about anything."

"There's no point to it," Eames nonchalantly spoke. "As long as I have you by my side then nothing worries me."

"And you said that you weren't romantic," Jennifer joked with him, leaning over the table to peak him on the cheek. He took hold of her hand as she sat back down, allowing it to rest in his on the table as he ate some of his croissant.

"I'm not, darling," Eames assured her. "Surely you know that by now."

"I care to disagree sometimes," Jennifer joked with him, moving his hand gently on the table like a couple do. "You're completely charming most of the time."

"Most of the time?"

"Leaving the toilet seat up ruins the allure for me, I'm afraid," she joked and he rolled his eyes before looking around and chuckling to himself, shaking his head once.

"It doesn't stop you from loving me any less so I'm not that bothered," Eames replied and Jennifer looked down onto the paper as she smiled to herself. Her eyes widened when she saw the column at the side. She dropped Eames hand and picked the paper up, reading it for herself whilst he looked at her with an arched brow.

"What is it?" he asked her and Jennifer folded the paper in half, turning it around for him to see and his eyes widened in shock at the article. She turned it back around and continued to read it, dropping it down after a moment and smiling in disbelief.

"Don't expect me to be doing anything like that suddenly," Eames warned her, slurping his drink and Jennifer shook her head.

"I don't," she assured him. "I know that commitment shouldn't be rushed."

"One day," Eames promised her. "One day when we're ready to settle down...maybe...maybe it will happen."

"I'm not bothered," she promised him. "I'm happy for him. He's moved on and he looks happy."

Eames picked the paper up and read the article for himself, commenting as he did so.

"His secretary? Annie Roberts...she's only twenty four..." Eames said. "He must have traded you in for a younger model," Eames joked and Jennifer gasped, moving to hit his hand. He acted quicker, trapping it in his and kissing her knuckle with his free hand as he did so. "Ah, but, she is signing a prenuptial to protect the Fischer empire. It says that the happy couple cannot wait to set a date."

"Like I said, I'm happy for him," Jennifer shrugged. "He looks happy. I bet my mother is having a fit."

"Why would you say that?" Eames wondered and Jennifer ate some more of her croissant.

"She always thought that Robert was the perfect man. A gentleman who was wealthy and could take care of me. You don't know what she wants to think about you," Jennifer said with a sly grin and Eames leant forwards, his eyes holding their mischievous gleam as he did so.

"I really do," he replied.

"Well," Jennifer mused, looking at their entwined hands as their elbows rested on the table. "She thinks you're some unstable man who wants nothing more than to show me the world to impress me and then when you're done you intend to discard me which means I have to go back to Australia with my tail between my legs and beg my parents to take me back."

"Whoa," Eames said, blinking profusely as Jennifer nodded.

"I know," she simply spoke back to him.

"Your mother has me down to a tee," Eames said and Jennifer squeezed his hand tightly and glared at him whilst he laughed heartedly. "Don't worry, darling. Even when we're done travelling I don't think that I will ever tire of you."

"What a relief," Jenny said with mock sarcasm.

"I suppose it is," Eames grinned back at her. "I suppose that I should meet your parents one day, shouldn't I? Maybe to apologise for stealing their daughter from them and ruining her reputation."

"This isn't some period drama, Eames," Jennifer informed him. "My reputation is still fine. But...you'd meet them?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know," Jennifer admitted. "Only if you want to...I mean...it would be nice for them to get a chance to meet you..."

"Then we will go and book a ticket for Sydney as soon as we have done with our breakfast," Eames assured her.

"Not yet," Jenny shook her head. "We still have some of the world to see, don't we?"

"Whatever you want, darling," Eames smiled.

"Besides, we still have to conquer that thing," Jennifer stood up and Eames watched as she placed her sunglasses back onto her eyes, flattening out the red dress which she wore before he shrugged his jacket back onto his arms over his white shirt which had two buttons undone and was tucked into his grey trousers.

"Well, let us conquer another sight," Eames spoke with a smile and offered her his arm. Jenny slowly tucked her own arm into his and the two of them made their way down to the Tower, blending in with the other couples as they went.

...

"Where to now?" Eames asked from Jennifer as she sat cross legged on the bed, wearing on his simple purple shirts as he remained in his pyjamas and the pair of them looked over the brochures scattered around them. Jenny leant back onto Eames's chest, his arms wrapping around her waist as she dropped her head to rest on his shoulder.

"We haven't been to Berlin," Jennifer informed him. "It's not too far, either. Or there is Venice."

"Ah, the couple's city," Eames replied simply. "Which one do you fancy going to, love?"

"Either one," Jennifer spoke back as his lips moved over her ear.

"You see the beauty about this is that we can go to both," Eames promised her. "We don't need to choose."

"You really didn't lie when you said that you could show me the world, did you?" Jennifer checked, turning her head and catching him in a quick kiss as she did so.

"I'd never lie to you, darling," Eames chuckled. "I know that it isn't worth my life if you found out that I had."

"Damn right," Jennifer giggled, kissing him again before she picked up a brochure about Venice and moved out from in between his legs, laying on her back and holding the booklet above her as she read through it. Eames propped himself onto his elbow, slowly looking down at her before he spoke.

"I do love you."

Jennifer gently rested the brochure onto her stomach as she heard him say those four words. Those four little words which meant so much in the end. She continued to smile up at him, nodding as he remained looking serious. Declaring his love for women was not something which he did on a regular basis. It wasn't something that he had actually ever done.

"I just realised that I might not have said it that often," he spoke and Jennifer leant back up, kissing him on the cheek.

"I knew," she promised him. "You're just not very good with words."

"Like I said, I'm not romantic," Eames chuckled, his arm snaking across her waist as he did so. "But, I do love you."

"And I love you, too," Jennifer whispered back before the pair of them became too enveloped in each other once again.

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A/N: And this is the actual end. I gave everyone a happy ending because I'm just sappy like that. Anyway, I would like to thank susubeansu, K9Trai, Lovely Rain Dancer, NeedNotNoName, NewSlove, Chromatique, reverie-scriptor, SARAHBABE215, crimsontears327 for reviewing the closing chapters.

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