We sat, talking and drinking our beers. We were really good at not showing our relationship in the office, but at home, it was so different. We always had our hands on each other when we were home, and today was no different. While talking, Tony had his hand in mine and stood behind me, his other hand on my waist, keeping his head close to mine and periodically laying his chin on my shoulder. I gripped his fingers in my hand and held it tight; we may be in the presence of people we worked with, but this was our house. The guards had to leave, so they said there goodbyes, we thanked them, and they left so that it was just the six of us.

"So what are you guys going to do, you know, now that you're both alive and not imprisoned?" Jack asked, smirking.

"I was thinking," Tony said looking at me, "That maybe you would let me take you to Paris?"

"Paris?" I said, turning in his arms to look at him, my heart pounding.

Tony knew that I had been wanting to go to Paris for forever.

"Are you serious?" I asked him, amazed.

"Yeah," he said, smiling at me, both arms around my waist.

"But you hate France. You don't like not being able to speak the language," I said, looking at Tony questioningly.

"Yeah, I do."

"But then, why," I struggled to find words, "I mean, if you mind going-"

"Not for you," he said, looking into my face, and softly running a finger across my cheek.

I ignored the fact that there were people around. I looked at him in absolute disbelief, beginning to smile, and then laugh. I put my hand on the back of his neck, grinning at him. I think he knew how happy I was because he smiled.

"I love you," I said laughing.

"I love you," he said, leaning in and kissing me.

I giggled in excitement and kissed him back.

"Paris?" I said, in between kisses.

"Yeah," he said, smiling, and continuing to kiss me in between words.

We were kissing, completely oblivious to the fact that people were around, until we heard Chase clear his throat. We ignored him and continued. Finally, Jack went to our sink and turned on the water, pointing the extendible hose faucet at us and spraying us. We broke apart, laughing, one of each of our hands entwined in the other's.

"Agh. What the hell, Jack?" Tony said, unable to control his laughter.

Chase gave Jack a high five, everybody in the room laughing.

"You guys know we are in the room, right?" Jack said.

"I don't care," I said, a hop in my step and walking around Tony, then, in a playful voice, "I'm goin' to Paris."

I smiled at Tony.

"And clean up my kitchen," I said, throwing a towel at Jack.

"Uh, your kitchen?" Tony said, eyeing me with an evil grin on his face.

"Fine. Clean up Tony's kitchen, as I guess I can't call it mine if I never cook."

I smiled at Tony.

"Happy," I asked him, mocking an angry stare.

"Yes baby," he said, coming over to me and walking close to me so that I was in between the counter and him.

He grinned at me and rested his forehead on my shoulder quickly, next kissing the side of my face quickly and turning around, releasing me from my captivity. I was blushing a little now at Tony's amount of affection he was showing. Usually we acted like a couple outside the office when we were around people from CTU, but we hardly ever showed how much we were in love with each other. I walked around the counter and grabbed another beer, sitting on the stool next to Kate and Kim, Tony's eyes following me.

"You guys really are in love," Kim said, giggling at the obvious.

I blushed and looked down at the counter, smiling, then back at Tony.

"How is it that you guys manage to keep your relationship out of the office?" Kate asked, running her finger around the rim of her beer, distracted.

"They're actually not too bad at that," said Chase.

"No but really," said Kim, "I've always wondered that."

"I don't know," I said.

Tony walked over so that he was next to me.

"Don't you guys get mad at each other at the office, though?" asked Chase, referring to the times we had gone up against each other over national security.

"Yeah, but it doesn't really matter. We try not to bring work home and vise versa," said Tony.

"Do they act like this in the office?" Kate asked.

Tony had put an arm around my waist and the other was playing with my hair. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I held the hand on my waist.

"No," said Kim, looking at us.

"Hey, it's our house," said Tony.

"I'm with Tony," I said.