Sam thought her head was going to explode as the phone rang; she groaned and put the pillow over her head as Luka spoke into the phone.
The pillow lifted off of her head and her husband gazed down into her eyes, he kissed her lips and she forgot all about her head. "That was from Carter"
She looked at him puzzled
"He and Abby are halfway to Vegas."
"What?" She screamed sitting up in bed "Oh god" she woozily said as she placed a hand on the side of her head and fell into him
"You may have a big mouth when you're drunk, but you did good apparently. I now have to go work in the morning though."
"They're on their way to Vegas?"
Luka laughed "Carter said there was no way he was giving her a chance to back out."
"Wow" was all Sam could say
Luka leaned back onto the pillows with Sam on his chest, agreed and smiled. He was glad Carter had been given a second chance.
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1pm, a Vegas hotel room
"Are you aware of how many people are going to kill us when we get back?" John laughed
"Hey you were the one on at eight, I was at least on at 6, so Neela won't kill anyone."
"How drunk were they?"
"Drunk enough to tell me you rejected a model." She sat up and looked down at him "Why did you reject a model?"
"I'm kinda looking at her."
"A model though, seriously John." She said laughing and falling back into the pillows
"Oh I'm sorry Mrs. Carter" he said leaning over her and reaching for the phone, "Should I call her now? Would that make you happy?"
"You try it and I kill you Mr. Carter." She said pulling him down to her "Hey we're both Dr. Carter now…That could get confusing."
"You know what?" he said smiling "I think we can handle that." He said as leaned back down to reclaim her lips once more.