A/N: This is dedicated to those of you who miss Cabby as much as me and Katie. ;) LOL! It amazes me. Sometimes I forget these people never really existed on PC. Crazy – but true. I'm making too many couples and my poor little Cabby has suffered because of it.

Well. Enough is enough. Here's the beginning of suffering no more. :) And as an added bonus…Chloe gets the scoop on Kyle. :) Next chapter - Kyle gets the third degree from mini-Rafe. :)

Ali – I missed ya! So nice to see you back!!! You're so incredibly sweet. A thousand thank yous…

And now - until 38! xox-G

Chapter Thirty-seven

Abby walked into the study smiling as she watched Cam at work. He would never slow down or give up working. She knew she'd be watching him like this for years and years to come.

"Hi!" She called out softly from the doorway.

"Hey." He said as he snapped his ancient laptop shut. Abby had to giggle. He was so attached to that thing.

She eyed him suspiciously. "What are you up to?"

"What?" He asked as he tried to sound casual.

"Cameron…" She said, her voice holding a warning. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing." He insisted.

"Don't give me that. You have that look.." Abby replied.

"I don't have a look." He dismissed her.

"Oh you have more than a look – you have many." Abby said as she made her way closer to his desk. She trailed a finger across the gleaming wood and frowned when she saw a light coat of dust clinging to it when she pulled it away.

Housework. Abby shivered. She hated it almost as much as cooking.

She smiled as she began to explain to him. "You have a look when you're up to something. You have a look when you're annoyed with me and in a mood…"

She slid closer to him and gave him a smacking kiss on the lips. "And…you most certainly have a look when you're in the mood for something else."

His arms curled around her waist as he pulled her close. "What look do I have now?" He whispered softly as he pressed his mouth to hers.

"The one that says you're up to something and in the mood." Abby said with a laugh. "And I know what it is that you're up to." She added.

Cam rolled his eyes. "You know what? It's torture being married to a clairvoyant."

"Aww. Poor baby." Abby laughed louder.

Cam was still curious to know what she knew. "So. What have you seen?"

She gave him a look of her own. One that told him she was exasperated. "That you're insanely jealous of Rafe and are trying to find someplace to take me that beats where he took Alison."

She was so right on the money that it was hard for him to fake surprise. "You're wrong." He insisted. "I like Rafe just fine."

"Am not." She giggled. "And I know you like him but oh my God. Cameron. You are so funny about this competition thing."

"Stop laughing at me." He was suddenly annoyed.

"Stop being ridiculous then." She said as she bit her lip and tried to compose herself. "I promise. For the thousandth time, I don't think Rafe is better than you."

Abby hitched herself up and sat down on the desk curling her legs around his. She brushed a few folders aside and then faced Cam, winding her arms around his neck to keep him still.

"It's not that." He said quietly, a look of disappointment in his eyes. "You make it impossible to surprise you."

"This wasn't a vision." She promised as she shook her head at him. "It's just me, knowing you, for most of my life." She inched closer to him ran a hand over his cheek. "Sweetheart. You are so transparent."

"I just wanted to do something nice for you." He said as he brushed her hair away from her face.

"And I appreciate it." She replied gazing lovingly into his eyes. "So. Tell me. What did you come up with?"

"We went to the city for our honeymoon…" Cameron began as he sighed heavily.

She shoved her glasses to the top of her head and smiled at him. "I know. I remember. It was fantastic." She gave him a kiss that told him just how much she remembered.

His heart beat faster as her mouth melded with his. "Are you talking me back there?" She whispered against his lips.

"No." He shook his head at her. "Been there. Done that."

"OK. Then where are you taking me?" She asked as her fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt as she leaned close to kiss him again.

Her hands were driving him crazy. She was killing him. "Abby. The kids are here." He said in a moment of clarity.

"I'm just kissing you." She replied with a shrug before capturing his lips again. "Ella lives with Rafe and Alison. I'm quite sure she's seen kissing before."

"You're not just anything and you know it…" He trailed off his words lost on her lips. "Abby…"

"Where are you taking me Cameron?" Her eyes shined brightly as she pulled back and gave him a grin.

He couldn't resist teasing her. "I thought we could go camping. You know. You. Me. Alone with nature." He said, his eyes twinkling.

She couldn't tell if he was kidding or not. Sometimes Cam was so clueless she thought he just might be serious.

"Cameron. You know I don't camp. Nature and I? We are not friends."

"Oh c'mon. You'll love it." Cam insisted. "Lying out under the stars…"

"In a drafty dusty tent." Abby grumbled.

"Curling up by the fire…" He began again as he leaned in to place kisses on her neck.

"With mosquitoes and spiders…" Abby shivered, part from his kisses and part from the image he brought to her mind.

"Cam…" She pouted as she fidgeted in his arms. "Please? Can't we go someplace where we won't have to sleep on the ground? Someplace with – I don't know – room service???"

"Oh. OK. Maybe." He said with a laugh.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're not telling me are you?"

"No." Cam replied.

"Because you haven't figured it out yet." She said, confidently.

"I have." He insisted.

"No you haven't." Abby said, giggling as she reluctantly stood and eased away from him. "I can tell."

She kissed him quickly once more and made herself walk away from him. "I have to make the kids lunch. Keep working on it, sweetie. Remember, I'll go anywhere like someplace Rafe would pick." She laughed loudly as she gave him a wink and walked out the door.

Cam smiled as he watched her saunter away, promising himself he'd figure it out soon. He couldn't wait to get her alone.

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Becky sat at the table in the kitchen across from Chloe. She shifted the mug in her hands nervously as she stared into her tea.

"Clo?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Do you think he's hurting him?" She asked, her voice tinged with nervousness. She'd been terrified ever since Kyle and Grant had gone off together an hour before.

Chloe didn't envy the kid in the least.

When she realized what Becky was asking Chloe laughed out loud. "Becks. Your brother talks tough but he's actually a teddy bear. You know that. He won't hurt him."

"OK." Becky said with a nod as she watched Chloe settle in the chair across from her.

"Becky, honey. Do you want to talk about it?"

"About what?" She asked, feigning ignorance.

Chloe smiled slightly as she continued to push. "Kyle – for starters."

"Oh." Becky replied, blushing a bit. "Sure."

Chloe had never seen Becky so quiet. She couldn't wait to get all the juicy details. "OK. Start at the beginning. C'mon tell me. Where did you meet him?"

"At the bookshop." Becky said softly. "He came in and kinda knocked into me."

"OK…" Chloe prompted, completely curious. Sounded a lot like another story she'd heard.

"He'd been watching me. Not in a creepy way though. Not at all. He was looking out for me. He wanted to warm me about – you know…" She couldn't really bring herself to say Marcus' name. Discussing it in too much detail brought up memories she'd long since buried. "So. I met him later and found out about his family and everything. Then I agreed to help him."

"He's lucky he found you." Chloe said with a smile.

"Yeah. I guess…" Becky's hands shook a bit as she swirled the mug around on the table. "Maggie's going crazy. She thinks I've been hiding him for weeks. She's saying all this stuff but – you know – I don't think it's true…"

Chloe looked at her funny. "What stuff honey?"

Becky didn't quite know how to say it. She squirmed a bit in her chair stared into Chloe's eyes. "She thinks Kyle – likes me. I mean. I think he likes me – he's been nice to me and everything but she thinks he likes me likes me."

Ah ha. So it was like she thought, Chloe smiled widely. "What do you think?"

Becky shoved away from the table and began to pace a bit. "I don't know. I mean, he's totally cute. I mean, c'mon. I have eyes – I can see that." She said, her face flushing slightly. "But he's lonely, Clo. His family isn't exactly happy."

"OK.." Chloe said wondering just what she was trying to say.

Becky shrugged. "I mean, he could like me - but maybe it's just that he needs me to help him. I mean – he needs to be trained as a slayer. I think that's probablythe real reason he's hanging around with me."

Chloe bit her lip and tried not to laugh. "Becky. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

"Huh?" She mumbled, completely distracted by her thoughts.

Chloe's voice was soft and serious. "You are a total knockout – and part of what makes you so attractive is the fact that you truly have no idea."

"OK. Fine." Becky replied, a bit embarrassed. She blew her hair out of her eyes and sighed. "You know what I mean Clo."

"Yeah. I know what you mean." She said with a smile. "You like him like him."

Becky's face fell as she finally admitted it, both to Chloe and to herself. "Yeah. I think I do."

A moment later she gave Chloe a smile. "Now what exactly do I do about it?"