This one' short, but I'm going to try to get the next one out fast. And it's going to be the big one. Ya'll are going to kill me when I tell you the idea I have for a three. Anyways here's the next chapter enjoy. Hey CSI fans:

"Let me arrest him for swearing on his grandmother." LMAO!

"Right here," Rizzo instructed as he moved his hands down Nikki's arms. "It's all in here." He helped her grip the hockey stick awkwardly. They had found a deserted section of a frozen over lake that had been converted into an ice rink for tourists. He had been giving her some ins and outs of hockey.

"Go ahead," he instructed to the makeshift goal between his gloves.

Nikki hit the puck uncomfortably, and it knocked one of the gloves off to the side. She looked over to him I embarrassment.

"Does that count?" she asked. He shrugged and nodded,

"Yea, I'd say that counted," he started. "Then again, I'm sort of freezing. Let's go get some hot chocolate."

"My treat," she offered. He should his head. "I still owe you from that soda," she insisted.

"No," he protested.

"Yes I do," she continued, jabbing him in the stomach with each syllable.

"They didn't have any whipped cream," Patti started returning with cups of hot cocoa.

"That's alright," Herb said shaking his head.

"You know there was a girl up at the stand that looked exactly like Nikki," she went on as they sipped their drinks, watching Kelly and Danny.

"I got a telegram form a lady in Texas today," Herb started. "You want to know what it said?"

"What?" She asked. Herb shook his head and answered:

"Beat those Commie bastards." They chuckled smally before he went on. "We're playing a hockey game against the greatest team in the world. Why can't we just leave it at that?"

"Because this is more than a hockey game to a lot of people," Patti answered knowingly.

"Yeah and I keep running through them all." He admitted, "Johnson on Mikhailov. Broten on Petrov. Pav against whoever -ov. We just...we don't match up, Patti." She laughed lightly to herself.

"You may want to skip that part when you talk to the boys tomorrow," she advised. They laughed

"Wait a minute, what is that?" Herb started up, gazing out onto the ice, where a red headed girl was holding hands with a young man in Hockey skates. "RIZZO!" Mike and Nikki looked over in surprise and cautiously skated over.

"Yea, Coach?" He started uneasily.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"What are we doing here?" Nikki returned. "You should be at a press conference."

"No," he started pointing accusingly at them. "You are supposed to be at a press conference." Rizzo's eyes widened as he frowned apprehensively.

"We are?" He asked hesitantly. "You see we've just, been planning on this for a while, and I didn't realize there was a conflict or anything?"

"Wait," Patti interjected. "You've been planning on doing what?" Rizzo looked over to Nikki with wide fearful eyes as she mirrored his expression.

"They don't know?" he asked.

"It's not like I was about to make an announcement," she insisted.

"You didn't tell them," he hissed.

"Tell us what?" Herb ordered.

"Would you have told them," she started.

"Tell us what," Patti demanded.

"Parents," Nikki began. "Rizzo is..." She stopped and you could almost see the light bulb going off above her head. "Teaching me how to play hockey."

"Hockey?" Her mother gaped. Nikki nodded watching her father's jaw drop open.

"I just never got around to telling you guys," she went on. "I'm a hockey fan." She shook her head in shame. "You know these boys are a terrible influence." She pointed at Rizzo accusingly. "I was looking to see if there were any girl's teams."

"Oh you're beautiful teeth," her mother went on. Herb was still in awe.

"Dad?" Nikki asked. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yea honey whatever," he started in puzzlement.

"Right so we'll see you at the hotel," Nikki said, pulling Rizzo away.

"Sorry," Mike called back as they went off.

"That was a close one," she whispered.

"I can't believe they don't know," he returned quietly.

"Herb," Patti stared, after a few minutes of mental recovery. "Herb, Herb!"

"Yea," he answered coming out of his daze at length. She shook her head at him.

"There's no shame in losing to this team," she assured him. "The important thing is you got this far."

"The important thing is that in twenty years those twenty boys know they didn't leave anything sitting on the table," Herb corrected her. "That they know they played their hearts out."