I do not own any of the da Vinci Code characters… though I wish I did

Omg- I am sorry this chapter took sooooooo long to upload. I work on a Windows 1890 laptop (Pentium 0.5) with a floppy drive you have to actually plug in, so anyway my floppy drive decided that "hey, i'll save every chapter! Except chapter 2, i'll encode that so it cant be uploaded because I am an eval peripheral!"
Sitting in the back of a small Fiat taxi, Robert looked idly out the window at the renaissance buildings that lined the small cobblestone streets of Florence.

Questions and plans whizzed around his groggy mind as he tried to adjust to the early morning sunlight shining directly into his eyes.
The taxi driver mumbled in rapid Italian. Langdon assumed it was about the traffic, or how little Italian he spoke.

It's been a month. He told himself, rubbing his tired eyes. A whole month. She had probably moved on, gotten herself a 'hunky' Parisian boyfriend and left me a message with the concierge saying "Sorry, Robert, I couldn't get the time off work. We've just got a major case and I can't get away. Will call soon, Sophie." Which is code for 'I don't like you like that- let's stay just friends.'

Pulling up in front of the Brunelleschi, Langdon thanked and payed the cabby before emerged from the cramped back seat and took his duffel from the squashy boot. Walking into the opulent foyer, Robert was instantly reminded of the similar architecture of the Vatican and his now hazy adventure across Rome a year before.

Vittoria would have loved this place.

"Morning" Robert said in his chirpiest voice he could muster for the hour as he approached the reception desk. An Italian woman sat elegantly behind a LCD computer screen sipping an espresso. Her dark curly hair had been pulled back into a functional French roll, her Olive skin had an entirely fake matte finish that made her look like an Italian Receptionist Barbie doll.
"Morning," she replied in accented English "Name and passport, grazie"
Interpol.
"Robert Langdon" he said, rummaging through his brief-case for his passport "It says here that you are to have a partner…" she said as her long acrylic nails tapped rapidly over the keyboard "Yes, she is not coming until this afternoon. Late flight. Do I have any messages." He replied as he handed over his American passport.
"Uh…no, no messages Signor Langdon. Would you like any special arrangements made before your guest arrives?" the woman's eyes bored into Langdon playfully. She was obviously seasoned in this area.

No messages… that's a good sign I suppose. Special arrangements…wine, maybe…dinner? Nothing too fancy, you don't want to seem too forward… or do you?

"Could your concierge possibly arrange a dinner table for 2 at… the best restaurant in Florence at 8?" Langdon replied, blushing slightly.
"Certainly, sir." The woman smiled "Room 107, 6th floor. Enjoy your stay."

Langdon strode over to the lift, pushing the up button and taking a deep breath in.
The lift pinged, doors opened. Robert closed his eyes and strode in. Hitting the 6 button, he closed his eyes again and counted to 10.
Another ping.

The 6th floor corridor was deserted. Soft music floated from somewhere. Slow, calming music.
"103, 105… 107" Robert counted before slotting his credit card sized key into the automated lock.
Pushing the heavy door open, Langdon sighed in relief as he threw his duffel into the middle of the room and fell onto the King sized bed.
Lying still for 5 minutes, Langdon let the weight of his jetlag smother him as the sunshine bored into the room through the large plate glass windows.
Then, it suddenly hit him.
"SHIT!" he cried, sitting up before scrambling into the middle of the bed. Ripping off the duvet and sheets, Langdon pushed his hand into the middle of the bed, praying to find a crevasse. Most hotels didn't own King sized beds, they simply pushed two Queen sized beds together then secured them together with what looked to be an industrial sized elastic band that fitted neatly around the perimeter. Most guests never knew the difference.
Finding no gap in the middle of the bed, Langdon swore again, holding his head in his hands.

So much for no pressure, Robert. What is she going to think when she walks in here?

"We will be landing in Florence in approximately 15 minutes. Please stow all tray tables and television sets. Having your seat in an upright position is essential during takeoff and landing. Thank you"

Sophie Neveu wasn't listening. Staring out of the elliptical porthole at the miniature Florence that spread as far as she could see, her stomach was doing back flips.

What if he doesn't like me like that anymore? What if he finds me dull? What if he has met someone else…?

As the aeroplane taxied toward the international terminal, Sophie couldn't ebb the sense of apprehension that had suddenly made her feel nauseated.

You'll be fine, Sophie. Just take it slow, find out if he has feelings first. God, what if he just wants to be friends!

Taking her suitcase from the luggage carousel, Sophie sensed she was being watched. The paranoid feeling hadn't left her since she had returned to Paris after an extended stay with her Grandmother and Brother in Scotland.
Shrugging it off, she retracted the handle of the suitcase and walked towards the taxi stand.

Probably just a Priory member keeping an eye on me. I wish they wouldn't, I can take care of myself.

"Afternoon, Princess" an American accent whispered in her ear.
Sophie tensed up, stopping dead. Her heart beat faster

Shit! I've been found! But, who knows!

A strong hand cupped her around the shoulder and pulled her into their strong figure.
"Sophie, you're shaking" the voice said softly. It sounded familiar.
She tentativly looked up, not aware her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. Robert Langdon's features had hardened into a concerned expression, but a playful glimmer still shone out of his deep blue eyes.
Feeling a right fool, Sophie felt her face explode into a red blush as she hung her head and let out a soft but shaky laugh.

"I'm sorry, I should'nt have done that" Robert appologised
"You said you didnt get in until 9:30" she smiled, returning her gaze to his before hugging him around him middle
"White lie. I had some... final arrangements to finalise" he replied playfully, twisting a lock of her hair between his fingers.
"Really" she leered, raising her head from his cheast
"Really" he said, taking Sophie's suitcase in one hand, her hand in the other.


OMGWTF! The ruddy floppy drive saved half of chapter 2 and half of chapter 3 and smushed them together so I had to type out from "afternoon princess" from my laptop to my PC. Dood I need an I book! Or a laptop that actually has a USB drive!