A/N: Impressive; six reviews for one chapter! Thanks, again for reviewing. I will try to post two chapters this week-end because I waited so long in between the last post.

P.S. What's up with John Mayer having more screen time than Greg?

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The plane was just beginning to take off. Sara couldn't stop smiling, she was so excited. Nick, on the other hand, certainly was not smiling. He had forgotten how much he disliked flying. "Nick, are you okay?" He nodded. "Nick, your knuckles are turning white, you're not okay." He took a deep breath.

"I just don't like flying. I like my feet firmly on the ground." 'That's very typical of Nick; to be so grounded,' thought Sara.

"Try…try to relax. Think of something relaxing."

Nick closed his eyes. He imagined himself back in Texas, riding his horse, Sally. Then he noticed that Sara was riding next to him on a beautiful, black mare. Nick opened his eyes and released his grip on the arm rest. He looked at Sara.

"Thanks, that really helped."

"Anytime," replied Sara who went back to reading her magazine. Nick put on the headphones next to him and began watching the on-flight movie.

When the movie was over, Nick tried to get some sleep. He fell asleep on Sara's shoulder but she didn't mind. By this time, Sara had moved on to reading her book. Nick's rhythmic breathing gave the book a beat. Plus, with him so close, Sara could smell him and not the musty, dry-air smell of the plane.

A few hours later, the plane landed in France. The couple found their luggage without trouble but the cab to their hotel was another story. Neither spoke French. Finally, Nick gave the map to the driver and about forty minutes later, they arrived at a small inn in central Paris. It was a small, blue three story building wedged in between a coffee shop and a bakery.

"Bonjour! Comment tu t'appelles, monsieur?" asked the elderly man at the front desk. Sara whipped out the phrase book.

"J'appelle Nicolas Stokes et Sara Sidle." The man understood and led them to room number sixteen. It was the only room on the third floor of the inn and had a lovely view of the city. As soon as the man went back downstairs, both collapsed on the neatly made bed.

At four o'clock, Sara woke up. At first she didn't know where she was. It scared her but when she saw Nick lying next to her, it terrified her. 'I am in Paris. I'm in Paris with Nick Stokes. What does this mean? I've never traveled anywhere with any of my other boyfriends, not that I've had a whole lot,' thought Sara. All of it scared her out of her mind. She had never been this far in a relationship. She didn't have a plan and she liked having plans. Sara wrote Nick a note telling him she went for a walk before leaving.

First, Sara walked down the street that the inn was on but headed to a small park near by. She sat on a bench and watched people walking by. It didn't help and an hour later, Sara realized she was hungry. She headed to a café on the other side of the park and grabbed a scone. "Salut! C'est trois euros," said the clerk as she rummaged through her purse. Sara found the money and smiled politely at the clerk. But the smile didn't last long because standing on the other side of the counter was Steven Wilcox.

A/N: Cliff hanger! Please review!