Jack made his way to the media center and fiddled with the DVD player.  He removed two of the disks and replaced them with two new ones. 

"Wow, Dad, how many discs does that thing hold?"  For a man who probably rarely watched television, the equipment appeared state-of-the-art. 

"Only ten. The ones that hold more are too bulky." He sat next to her and once again she leaned comfortably against him.  "Sydney, do you mind if I replay a part from last night?"

"Cuvee?"  She could feel the tension in his body, but his voice and demeanor betrayed nothing.

Taking her response as acquiescence, Jack started the video.  He watched as Laura soaked in the afternoon sun.  Then he saw it. It was very slight, not ordinarily noticeable.  Just before he panned the camera to the bridge, her smile froze.  The camera picked up Cuvee, walking purposefully toward Irina.  His direct path would have taken him to where she was standing at the bridge wall.  When she moved to Jack's side, Cuvee made a slight switch in direction, enough to jostle Irina into him.  It was clear from the video that her move startled him.  Why had she changed spots?  Had she stayed in place, the drop would have been unremarkable.  As it was, Jack ended up with a very clear camera shot of Cuvee. 

She could have accidentally taped over that section of the tape later, but she left it intact. Insurance, perhaps?  Something to hold over Cuvee should the need arise?  There were too many questions, not enough answers.  Jack wasn't even sure he wanted to know the answers.

"Dad, you can hit the play button now.  I am absolutely sure that is Cuvee.  That is why you paused it, right?"

Jack, startled out of his thoughts, did as she asked.  The video picked up again in their hotel room.  Jack was sound asleep on the queen size bed, the blanket fortuitously covering areas that might cause his daughter embarrassment.

"Good morning, Sunshine." Laura's voice was light and teasing.  Jack turned groggily and looked at the clock.

"For gods sake, Laura, It's three in the morning.  Come back to bed."

"I can't do that.  This is our hour. Our special hour." She continued holding the camera, zooming closer to Jack.  A hand reached down and caressed him behind his ear and moving slowly down his chin.  Jack opened his eyes.

"Our special hour?  Why can't three in the afternoon be our 'special' hour?"  He closed his eyes again, having trouble staying awake, despite the caresses.

"No. That wouldn't make it special. This way, it's just us.  Not your job interfering, not mine." Then, more vehemently, "No one else. This hour is for the important moments.  Birthdays, anniversaries. Our wedding night."  Laura carefully placed the camera on a table, allowing full view of the bed.  Slowly, she came in to view, her obviously naked body covered by a lacy robe.

"Dad.  I think we can skip this part."  Her father had zoned out again.  This time she shook him to get his attention.  "Give me that remote.  Now!"

Jack looked at her blankly, then at the tv.  His eyes widened in shock, realizing what his daughter was about to witness.  Wordlessly, he handed her the remote.