Sorry about the wait guys! I always try to keep at least one chapter ahead of what I've posted, and well, that didnt work...lmao Here ya go though!

A/N: The character of Angela Beaufontaine is based on the character of Bobbi-Claire from the Sandra Bullock film Hope Floats. I don't know if anyone else has seen that film, but you really should! ;)

"Sorry we're late" Calleigh said to Lynette, who had answered the door. She tried her hardest not to break into a grin, but seeing her sister-in-laws knowing grin didn't help the matter.

"No problem, come on in" She moved aside to allow entrance, before calling out into the modest Louisiana home, "Kenny, they're here!"

Junior materialised from a corner and ushered everyone into the living room. "Mom's just picked up the kids, so you're alright. She did want to see you two, so I covered and said you were having trouble getting a cab" He raised an eyebrow to his older sister "That was it, wasn't it?"

Lynette gave him a swat on the arm "We ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me grab my jacket" Kenny said, leaving for a moment, giving Calleigh and Lynette a chance to talk décor, a passion of Calleigh's.

When Calleigh returned, the four went on there way to a local restaurant. Junior announced he would be driving, seeing as he didn't drink. He didn't touch a drop through fear of succumbing to the 'Duquesne Curse' and the fate of his parents. Although Carolyne Duquesne was sober (the only reason Kenny still talked to her), Kenwall, his namesake, still battled with the pull of the bottle, and although civility was gained between father and son at Calleigh's wedding, a lot of bridges needed to be rebuilt before any permanent relationship could be able to be re-established.

As they were seated, and menu's handed out, the quiet-until-now Horatio piped up "order what you wish, it's on me"

"No, Horatio. You cant do that"

"Of course I can"

"It's your honeymoon, we should be treating you!"

"The way I see it, we owe you, myself especially. Without your visit nearly 2 years ago, Calleigh and I wouldn't be married right now. So I'm buying"

"In that case, I'll be having the lobster" Kenny announced with a cheeky smile, earning himself another swat on the arm from his wife

"I swear you're still a child sometimes!" Calleigh teased

"I'll take that as a compliment to my youthful looks" he retorted, before saying "But, seriously, thank you. Its uncalled for, but thank you"

"my pleasure"

Calleigh smiled at her husband, before giving him an appreciative kiss.

"Hey, less of that, there's apparently children present" Kenny chimed, earning a swat on both arms from his sister and wife, "Hey!"

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Lynette received a call on her cell after the meal from Kenny's mom saying Adam was poorly and crying for his mom.

Apologetically, Lynette and Junior were forced to leave, "I'm so sorry, but thank you so much for dinner. We'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely, now get out of here and take care of my nephew"

"Thanks again" They said during the handshakes and kisses, before leaving the restaurant.

Calleigh and Horatio sat back down with a contented sigh "I've really enjoyed tonight, thank you for everything" Calleigh smiled, joining hands.

"Least I could do" Horatio smiled back, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. "Why don't we have a drink in the bar?" he offered, motioning to the adjoining room.

"Sounds great. I'll meet you in there, I'm just going to visit the restrooms"

Calleigh grabbed her bag and gave Horatio a quick kiss before taking off for the ladies room.

"Two Cognacs, please" Horatio asked the bartender, taking a seat at the long wooden counter. Although the bar area was connected to the restaurant, it wasn't exclusively for the diners, as evidenced by the array of characters dotted around.

Some business men drowned their sorrows at the bottom of whisky glasses; a group of bikers congregated by the pool table, and a woman in a blue tube top and short denim skirt was looking straight at Horatio. He gave a polite smile and looked to his clasped hands.

"Hey handsome"

Horatio chuckled looking up, expecting to see Calleigh. Instead the tube-top woman was stood leaning against the bar, batting her eyelashes.

"Hello" he said,

"You're not here alone are you?"

"Well, actually-"

"A handsome guy like you mustn't be alone. It must be lucky I came over then" She threw her arm onto his shoulder, still standing in front of him. "Why don't you buy me a drink and we'll get to know each other better? My names-"

"Angela Beaufontaine" Calleigh's voice added, standing just behind the mute Horatio

"Calleigh Duquesne?"

"Nope, It's Calleigh Caine now. You've met my husband, Horatio Caine?" she elegantly leant against him, dislodging Angela's arm that quickly retreated to her side.

"I thought you were over in Miami, shooting people and such" Angela commented, an edge attaching itself to her voice.

"Oh, I am." Calleigh's voice gaining a stronger Southern drawl, "but I'm on my honeymoon"

"Well, isn't that nice" Angela spat, turning her nose up at the couple. Horatio just sat watching the two women, trying to hide a smirk.

"mmhmm" Calleigh smiled like butter couldn't melt, "In fact, if you don't mind, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my night with Horatio"

Angela spun on her heel and sauntered off out of the bar, grabbing her jacket on the way.

Calleigh chuckled as she spun around to sit in front. "You have no idea how good that felt!"

"I bet"

"No, you don't know Angela Beaufontaine. She made my high school existence hell with all her jibes about my parents and our home. I've waited 13 years to do that!" she grinned, taking a sip of her cognac.

"I'm glad I could have been some help" Horatio smiled. Calleigh leaned in and gave him a kiss.