Chapter 5: On the floor
*PREVIOUSLY: "Grace? Gracie? I have to ask you something important." "Hmm" She mumbled. *
"Gracie Hart, will you.."
"What?" She asked in her sleep.
"Gracie Hart, will you marry me?"
Gracie didn't move for a couple of minutes. But finally when it sank in, she shot up and was fully alert.
"What? You're kidding right? That's funny Matthews" She said sarcastically.
"I was serious. Will you marry me? I have a ring, right here." He said slipping a box out of his inside jacket pocket.
Gracie's jaw dropped to ocean (not literally), but that's how if felt.
"Marriage?" She stuttered.
"Yes ma'am. I have wanted to ask you since the first day you walked into the FBI office 3 years ago." Eric said with a Western accent.
"Wow. I have always thought of you as the cool guy next door and everything."
"Is that a no?" Eric asked, his heart dropping.
"Damn right." She said. Eric looked like he was about to throw up.
"God, you should know me by now. That was a yes. Yes, Eric Matthews, I will marry you."
Eric felt like her heart could soar to the clouds and above.
"Just know, this wont change things back at work. I mean, I don't want the guys to mock us."
"Got it. Well, we are descending now and landing in about 20 minutes. So, why don't you get to the bathroom and get that sexy dress on." Eric winked.
Grace slapped him lightly again. She leaned over and pulled a dress out of her carry on bag and went to the bathroom. 10 minutes later she came back in her low cut silver sparkly dress. "Look at you se-xy" some random guy told her, when Grace was on the way back to her seat.
Grace pulled him into a head lock. "Watch it, I'm engaged." She let him go, flipping him off, and walking to her seat to find Eric cracking up.
"What?" She asked.
"You threatening to kick some guys ass, on a plane, in that dress. It cracks me up."
"Right"
20 minutes later they landed in Los Angeles, CA.
"Here we are." Eric stretched.
Grace stretched out. "Sure" she yawned.
"Come on hot cakes, let's get settled at the," Eric looks at a paper, "Marriott Hotel. It's only a 10 minute drive from here. Let's get off before the plane leaves again."
Grace hopped out of her seat.
"I knew that would get you moving" he winked.
Grace slugged him. "Don't mess with me" She warned.
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That night, at the hotel.
Grace was just finishing unpacking.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starved." Eric complained.
"Me too. What did you have in mind?" Grace asked.
"I was thinking about this local restaurant. I booked a reservation for 2."
"Do they have steak?"
"Of course."
"Then, let's go." She grinned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the restaurant the waiter handed them their menu's, and got their drink orders.
"What will you like to drink? The waiter asked.
"We would like 2 beers." Eric said.
"Okay. I will be right back with you're drinks" The waiter said and disappeared.
"Thanks for ordering for me." Grace smiled.
"No problem. So, let me guess what you will have. Steak?" Eric laughed.
"What else." Grace replied.
"You know what I want?"
"Hmmm"
"I will follow the Gracie Lou Freebush or should I say anti-Gracie Lou Freebush, and order a big juicy rare steak too."
"Okay, Gracie Lou Freebush, was and is my code name for the pagents, not to be used in public. Kapish?"
"Kapish? Where did that come from." He asked.
"Dunno.So, do you get what im saying about the 'Gracie Lou' thing?" She asked, standing up to walk behind Eric.
"Okay! Okay! Just don't strangle me or anything this time."
"Deal." Grace said sitting down again.
A few minutes later the waiter came back with 2 beers.
"Thanks" Grace and Eric said.
Gracie chugged the whole beer within a few seconds. Eric stood staring at her.
"What?" She asked perturbed.
"Nothing." He replied.
"Okay. Hey waiter! Over here!" "Pipe down, Hart."
"Shut up Eric" She laughed.
The waiter approached.
"Would you like another beer madam?" The waiter asked politly.
"Okay Garcôn, and make it 2."
"Sure" The waiter said and walked away.
"Nice move, Hart." Eric laughed.
"Thank you, dear" Grace said sarcastically.
This time Eric leaned over and slugged her softly. Grace whipped him over and punched him back.
People started to stare
"Can this to wait till we get home? People are staring to stare" Eric chuckled.
"Shut up!" Grace slugged him again.
"Fine."
The waiter approached again with the beers. He set them on the table.
"Is everything alright here?" The waiter asked, seeing Grace and Eric on the ground.
"Uh, sure." Grace smiled, trying to sound innocent.
A/N: So, what do y'all think so far? Please R/R. Thanks.
*PREVIOUSLY: "Grace? Gracie? I have to ask you something important." "Hmm" She mumbled. *
"Gracie Hart, will you.."
"What?" She asked in her sleep.
"Gracie Hart, will you marry me?"
Gracie didn't move for a couple of minutes. But finally when it sank in, she shot up and was fully alert.
"What? You're kidding right? That's funny Matthews" She said sarcastically.
"I was serious. Will you marry me? I have a ring, right here." He said slipping a box out of his inside jacket pocket.
Gracie's jaw dropped to ocean (not literally), but that's how if felt.
"Marriage?" She stuttered.
"Yes ma'am. I have wanted to ask you since the first day you walked into the FBI office 3 years ago." Eric said with a Western accent.
"Wow. I have always thought of you as the cool guy next door and everything."
"Is that a no?" Eric asked, his heart dropping.
"Damn right." She said. Eric looked like he was about to throw up.
"God, you should know me by now. That was a yes. Yes, Eric Matthews, I will marry you."
Eric felt like her heart could soar to the clouds and above.
"Just know, this wont change things back at work. I mean, I don't want the guys to mock us."
"Got it. Well, we are descending now and landing in about 20 minutes. So, why don't you get to the bathroom and get that sexy dress on." Eric winked.
Grace slapped him lightly again. She leaned over and pulled a dress out of her carry on bag and went to the bathroom. 10 minutes later she came back in her low cut silver sparkly dress. "Look at you se-xy" some random guy told her, when Grace was on the way back to her seat.
Grace pulled him into a head lock. "Watch it, I'm engaged." She let him go, flipping him off, and walking to her seat to find Eric cracking up.
"What?" She asked.
"You threatening to kick some guys ass, on a plane, in that dress. It cracks me up."
"Right"
20 minutes later they landed in Los Angeles, CA.
"Here we are." Eric stretched.
Grace stretched out. "Sure" she yawned.
"Come on hot cakes, let's get settled at the," Eric looks at a paper, "Marriott Hotel. It's only a 10 minute drive from here. Let's get off before the plane leaves again."
Grace hopped out of her seat.
"I knew that would get you moving" he winked.
Grace slugged him. "Don't mess with me" She warned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That night, at the hotel.
Grace was just finishing unpacking.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starved." Eric complained.
"Me too. What did you have in mind?" Grace asked.
"I was thinking about this local restaurant. I booked a reservation for 2."
"Do they have steak?"
"Of course."
"Then, let's go." She grinned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the restaurant the waiter handed them their menu's, and got their drink orders.
"What will you like to drink? The waiter asked.
"We would like 2 beers." Eric said.
"Okay. I will be right back with you're drinks" The waiter said and disappeared.
"Thanks for ordering for me." Grace smiled.
"No problem. So, let me guess what you will have. Steak?" Eric laughed.
"What else." Grace replied.
"You know what I want?"
"Hmmm"
"I will follow the Gracie Lou Freebush or should I say anti-Gracie Lou Freebush, and order a big juicy rare steak too."
"Okay, Gracie Lou Freebush, was and is my code name for the pagents, not to be used in public. Kapish?"
"Kapish? Where did that come from." He asked.
"Dunno.So, do you get what im saying about the 'Gracie Lou' thing?" She asked, standing up to walk behind Eric.
"Okay! Okay! Just don't strangle me or anything this time."
"Deal." Grace said sitting down again.
A few minutes later the waiter came back with 2 beers.
"Thanks" Grace and Eric said.
Gracie chugged the whole beer within a few seconds. Eric stood staring at her.
"What?" She asked perturbed.
"Nothing." He replied.
"Okay. Hey waiter! Over here!" "Pipe down, Hart."
"Shut up Eric" She laughed.
The waiter approached.
"Would you like another beer madam?" The waiter asked politly.
"Okay Garcôn, and make it 2."
"Sure" The waiter said and walked away.
"Nice move, Hart." Eric laughed.
"Thank you, dear" Grace said sarcastically.
This time Eric leaned over and slugged her softly. Grace whipped him over and punched him back.
People started to stare
"Can this to wait till we get home? People are staring to stare" Eric chuckled.
"Shut up!" Grace slugged him again.
"Fine."
The waiter approached again with the beers. He set them on the table.
"Is everything alright here?" The waiter asked, seeing Grace and Eric on the ground.
"Uh, sure." Grace smiled, trying to sound innocent.
A/N: So, what do y'all think so far? Please R/R. Thanks.
