1Calleigh's eyes slowly opened and glanced around her surroundings. She was in the hotel in Paris and in Tim Speedle's arms. Calleigh bit her lip from squealing with joy. The glint of sunlight off her left hand made her glance down at the diamond ring on her finger.
'God I wish this was real.' she thought, looking at a sleeping Tim. His arm was draped over Calleigh's waist, holding her tightly against him and his other arm was under his pillow.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Sorry. You're just so cute." Calleigh teased. Tim smirked slightly, rubbing his face. "Sleep well?"
"I can't complain." he yawned. "You?"
"It was good."
"Good. You hungry?"
"Not yet. You?"
Tim's stomach answered for him. Calleigh laughed.
"What? I'm always hungry." Tim grinned. "You want to get room service?"
"Sure. Can you do it? I want to take a shower."
"Oh women and your showers."
Calleigh rolled her eyes and got out of bed, stretching her arms over her head. Tim swallowed hard when Calleigh's tank top rode up and he got a peek at her flat stomach.
"Tim!"
"Huh?"
"I said would you look at that view." Calleigh said, pointing over her shoulder to the window. From their hotel room they could see the Eiffel Tower, bathed in the early morning light.
"Its great." Tim muttered, still staring at her but now his gaze had traveled upwards.
"You checking me out Speedle?"
"And if I was?" he winked, sitting up. Calleigh blushed and went over to her suitcase, bending down. Tim glanced upwards and mouthed 'thank you.'
S/C
"Where do you want to go?" Tim asked. "We're supposed to tour Paris and hope to bump into our guy."
"We can just walk around... shop maybe." Calleigh smiled.
"Don't you do enough of that already?" Tim teased.
"There is never enough of shopping."
"Cal, there's shopping and then there's overkill."
"Are you saying I'm a shopaholic?" Calleigh asked. Tim smiled and took her hand in his.
"Yes." he pointed behind him. "I thought I saw something I liked."
Calleigh glanced behind him and saw a man, around thirty watching them intently.
"Well then lets go back." she smiled. Tim wrapped his arm around her and glanced through a window at a few things. "Baby isn't that pretty?"
Tim glanced at her and she grinned. Oh how he longed for the days when Calleigh Duquesne called him, 'baby.'
"It'd look better on you." he winked. Calleigh stared longingly at the gun display. (Hahaha) "Hon?"
"Mmm?"
"Like what you see?"
"Definitely."
"Don't think they'd let us through Customs with it though. Besides you have enough."
"Never enough guns for me." Calleigh sighed, glancing behind her. The man was still watching them. "Maybe we should get something to eat over there."
"Sure." Tim nodded and they started walking towards their watcher. Tim deliberately bumped into him, dropping his cell phone while he did. "Oh I'm sorry."
The man bent down and picked the cell phone up.
"Its quite all right. Wasn't watching who was coming by. Its pretty isn't it." he said, pointing at the Eiffel Tower. He smiled at Calleigh as he handed Tim his cell phone back. Tim pocketed quickly. "Just like your wife."
"Thank you." Calleigh smiled.
"I'm Jack by the way. Jack Webster. I remember you from last night at the hotel."
"Oh we're staying in the same hotel. Isn't that a coincidence honey?" Tim said. "I'm Tim Speedle and this is my wife Calleigh."
"Pleasure meeting both of you. Perhaps we'll bump into each other again." Jack said, his eyes still on Calleigh. She stilled smiled, leaning further into Tim. He tightened his grip on her waist. "I'm sorry about your phone."
"Oh don't worry about it. I drop it all the time and maybe we will bump into each other again."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Jack walked off and Calleigh looked at Tim.
"I'm impressed darlin'." she drawled. "You dropped that with prints in mind. I knew there was a reason why I loved you."
"And here I was thinking it was because of my good looks." Tim smirked. "We should get back to the hotel."
S/C
Tim sat down at the table while Calleigh leaned over him.
"Well the print you did give me were a 99.9 match to the prints we found at the crime scene." Eric said over the web cam.
"So now we arrest him." Calleigh said.
"Its not that easy Cal." Horatio said, coming into view on the laptop screen. "We can't arrest him yet. You're in a foreign country and don't have jurisdiction. He also doesn't kill them until they get back to the States. I need you two to lure him back here. Get to know him a bit more."
"But H, we're on our honeymoon." Tim pouted. Calleigh smacked him over the head.
"God you two act like a married couple." Eric joked.
"You better hurry up. You've got reservations at a hip restaurant." Horatio said.
"Since when?" Calleigh asked.
"Since I booked them. All of our victims ate there. Dress nicely and Speed?"
"Yeah?"
"Shave."
Calleigh laughed as the screen went blank and Tim scowled.
"So... Webster know's we'll be there tonight." Calleigh said. "We better get ready."
S/C
"Tim?" Calleigh called.
"Yeah?"
"Can you come here for a second?"
Tim rolled his eyes but turned the TV off and went into the bathroom.
"Can you zip this up?" Calleigh asked. "I can't reach it."
Tim nodded and stepped over to his 'wife', zipping the black dress up. His hands lingered on her bare shoulders, making Calleigh give a pleasurable sigh.
"We should get going." she muttered.
"Right." Tim nodded. "You um... you look great Cal."
"Thanks. You don't clean up so bad yourself." she smiled, eyeing his clean shaven jaw. Tim shrugged.
"Don't matter one way or another to me."
"I think you look good." Calleigh said, brushing past him. Tim stared at himself in the mirror. She did not just say that.
S/C
After entering the restaurant, Tim and Calleigh were told to wait while a table was cleared for them. In the corner of the bar, was Jack.
"What a surprise." Tim said dryly, navigating Calleigh through the crowd of people, his hand on the small of her back.
"Be nice." Calleigh warned. "We want to make him like us and want to murder us."
"See my mom always told me to be nice to people so they don't want to murder me." Tim smirked, making Calleigh laugh. "Hi!"
"I said we'd probably bump into each other again." Jack smiled. "You look fabulous Calleigh."
"Why thank you Jack." she smiled politely, sitting next to Tim.
"So is this you guys first time in Paris?" he asked.
"Yeah. We're on our honeymoon." Tim said, looking deeply into Calleigh's eyes. "What about you?"
"I've been here a couple of times." Jack muttered, taking a sip of his beer. "This is a nice place. You'll like the food."
"Monsieur, your table is ready." the hostess said, tapping Tim on the shoulder.
"Thank you. Well nice talking to you Jack." he said, giving Calleigh a hand off the stool.
"Yeah. Have a good night." he said, raising his glass slightly as the hostess led Tim and Calleigh off to their table.
