When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you
When You're Gone – Avril Lavigne

When one is in a new country on a business and could only pack one suitcase, and are there for more than one week, you seem to run out of clothes. Being in a new country, not knowing your way around seemed to be a thing of the past. Cabs who knew every part of the city where ready at a moments notice and usually gave the best tips on where to go and why.

This however was the case in this circumstance as Katie struggled with a key card, more suits than she thought she'd packed a ringing purse and a briefcase in the two arms she was born with. The door was kicked open by her foot and the clothes thrown hastily on to the bed, the one or two wrinkles didn't seem to bother her as much as the ringing phone.

"Hello?"

"Yowr luter caome toodey"

"What?" there was silence for a few moments before finally the person answering her again.

"Your letter came today"

"You could have said that the first time"

"Well I was hungry and the crackers were just sitting there"

"Oh"

"Why does it look like your writing?"

"Cause it is, I had Burnaby's secretary mail it out, will you open it for me?"

"Ya, how many pages is it supposed to be?"

"One or two I can't remember" when in all honesty it was only one, she thought of faking a knock at the door because she didn't think she could take his reaction to the paper inside the envelope but her time ran out as she heard the envelope being opened.

"It looks like an invitation"

"What I sent was actually papers that I was going to be filed away" it took everything in her to not smile he always seem to know when she was.

"Well who's the invite to?" he asked wondering who's mail he got instead

"Oh hold on there's something else in the envelope" he reached in to see a plane ticket destination: Honolulu International Airport HI departing from McCarran International Airport – LAS tonight at 2:30am.
"So who's the invite from?" the invitation slipped his mind as he wondered why there was a plan ticket and an invitation could it be there were mixed up?

He opened the ivory invitation by untying the mesh ribbon holding the two ends.

Inside looked something similar to this:

You are cordially invited to the wedding ceremony of:

Katherine Elizabeth McAdams

to

Nicholas Ross Stokes

On the evening of July 6th at 8pm

On Hotel Haven's private beach

Reception to follow at a later date in Las Vegas

"Nick who's the invitation to?" he opened his mouth several times to speak but nothing came out, Katie knowing exactly what needed to be said continued

"You have a suitcase packed in the hall closet, your passport and directions to the hotel are in the front pouch all you have to do is pack your toiletries" It was a few minutes before she spoke again needing an answer, things could be cancelled she just didn't him to think she was springing this on him all at once even though she was.

"Hello Nick please say something if you want I can cancel everything it's not too late"

"Don't" was all he said

"Don't what Nick, my nerves are shot to hell here tell me what you're thinking"

"Pondering how much reading material I should bring for the flight"

"It's a yes? You're coming?"

"How am I going to get time off?"

"You have two weeks off starting tonight, already took care of it"

"Well then I'm gonna grab a couple more hours of sleep then" he thought out loud if he didn't have to go to work there was no need to get up so early.

"Could I ask you do a favour for me? It's not that big but if you don't want to do it don't worry about it"

"What's that?" he asked making his way to the bathroom to pack everything he would need

"It sounds corny and normally I would never ask, and I feel horrible asking it"

"Hun I can't say no if I don't what it is" she lowered her head in defeat

"Would you shave your head again, it's not that I don't love your hair cut now it's just…" she trailed off not sure as to what to say next.

"We'll see" to be truthful he had been thinking about shaving it again, the hair was bothering him and starting to look funny to him.

I've got a car set up for you it will be waiting and yes holding a sign for you…a request of mine and it will take you to the hotel where you will get the keycard from the front desk and come up"

"And where do you come into all of this?" he asked puzzled

"I'm going to be sleeping through all of this, you'll get here about 5:30 give or take half an hour depending on weather"

"You sure are stickler for details"

"It's what I get paid for" she hung up the suits that laid on the bed, knowing he was packing what he needed

"Wow I think it's finally sinking in" he thought out loud

"What is?"

"I'm actually going to see you again and get married all within two days"

"Well I thought it would be a good idea"

"Most definitely one of your better ones yes" he grabbed the clippers out of the cupboard below the sink, knowing he was going to do her request all along.

"I was actually serious about that whole grabbing a couple of hours sleep, cause I'm not exactly gonna wanna sleep when I get there"

"Can I hold you to that?"

"Several times over" desire ran through her as his words floating into her mind

"Just hurry up and get here" she told him, her voice low full of arousal.

A/N: I actually had to change that date three times because every time I started to write this and continued writing I'd get pulled away and come back a few days later. So I decided to finish while my potatoes were cooking for my German Potato Salad, as usual another chapter is on the way, the chapter may be a little longer than need be, maybe a sex scene in it who knows, haven't really decided yet. I do know the phone call is not finished but there's only so many ending of phone calls I can do, and well every time I get off the phone its always a little awkward.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii's airport, Las Vegas airport, Nick Stokes, CSI or any of its franchises, I do own Katie, the wedding invitation, and the clippers Nick is going to shave his head with. I do own Hotel Haven, which I made up. I do not even own the song.