Yeah, the bunnies are in a really pissy mood today. The preview of them making out on the bed is making them happy, but we all know what's coming!

DISCLAIMER: The bunnies are saving up to buy them for me. Till then, they belong to CBS and Heller

MISERY - 2

It wasn't awkward. It was a living nightmare. Grace was pretty sure she was going to need to see a specialist about her clenched jaw after this case was over. It turned out that of course, Hightower thought she and Wayne would be the best agents to send undercover as a honeymooning couple. Was the woman seriously trying to kill her?

Fortunatley, the agents in sex crimes and tech who were involved in this case were pretty nice. Most of the CBI knew about them anyway and apparently knew about Hightower's ultimatum. There was no sly remarks or stupid jokes. Everyone seemed to get how hard this was for them both. Actually, she wasn't sure if the jokes wouldn't have been easier than their obvious pity.

So, there they were at the Capital Grande Hotel, the newest luxury hotel in the area. It was so big, it was almost a resort. They had checked into the honeymoon suite as Mr. and Mrs. Roger Winston, newly married and very wealthy. With smiles plastered on their faces, they were stuck between heaven and hell. They could touch and kiss each other, but knew they were being watched by the surveillance teams in place. Thankfully, they were not wired themselves. It was determined that this creep was capable of detecting electronic equipment on them. So they could communicate as themselves to each other in their ears only.

Tonight was going to be the worst. But before that, they had to be seen around the hotel. So after checking in, they went to the pool. Seeing that much of each other's skin and bodies again was a form of sweet torture. Wayne had almost convinced himself that her skin wasn't really that lovely and soft. Grace had decided that she had exaggerated in her fevered memories, the sheer breadth of his shoulders. Even though she knew it was only going to hurt her more, she drank in the sight and tucked it back into her memories. She would need to call on this for those lonely nights.

The couples massage almost killed Wayne. Hearing the involuntary sounds of pleasure coming from Grace's lips put him into a very obviously appreciative state. This was getting harder and harder, he thought, pun intended.

Only those who knew them well would have guessed what they were going through. Lisbon felt it only right to monitor the surveillance from the room one floor below them. To any one else, they looked like a rich, happy, gorgeous and in love couple. The kind of couples others watched and envied. Lisbon, Cho and Jane could see the tell tale signs of tension radiating from them. But they knew them.

A romantic dinner in the hotel dining room and a few turns around the dance floor completed the evening. They had been seen and spent money without a care. As per their instructions, they followed the same agenda as the only two couples who had come forward. The AG was sure there were others.

Each one kept reminding themselves this was all just a show. It didn't mean anything. Eyes were watching their every move. They were not Wayne and Grace, lovers, but the Winstons, newly married and well to do. The evening ahead and what was expected had them on the razor's edge. They put it off just a little bit longer by taking a short walk in the gardens. When Wayne stopped and pulled Grace into his arms for a public kiss, she had to fight herself.

All she wanted to do was lose herself in his arms. The feel of them around her, holding her tight to his chest was killing her. For one brief moment, they allowed themselves the luxury of a real kiss. Not as agents, not as the fictional Winstons, but as themselves. They tasted each other and the real passion they shared, but were forced to give up. Tongues danced and twined, tasting and nipping lips. He held her face in his large hand and just feasted on her. She feasted back for that bittersweet moment. At the same time, they pulled themselves back a bit. Neither had to speak, they both knew they had crossed the line.

Hands entwined, they slowly strolled back through the lobby to the elevators. Whatever brief fantasy they had allowed themselves vanished when they spotted Cho working at the front desk. His nod could have been a hotel worker acknowledging the guest. It was more and they knew it. It was a comfort to know a good friend who understood was standing by.

Lisbon had insisted she be there for the night shift on this stakeout. She knew what was coming and how difficult this would be. The less eyes watching the better.

The elevator ride was silent, but they had been instructed that this suspect probably had other areas of the hotel wired. They had to assume no privacy in places like elevators. He kept a loose arm around her waist, partially to maintain the cover and partially as a connection to the real them.

The lights in the suite were dimmed, a bottle of champagne was chilling and a tray of chocolate dipped strawberries awaited. It was a perfect setting for romance. A part of Grace mourned that it was wasted on two people who would have loved it if only they were not agents on a case. She swallowed her sad sigh and kept up the pretense.

After drinking a little champagne, they slowly headed into the bedroom. The king sized bed there mocked them. Wayne used to joke about his bed being too small and how one day they would have a California King so he would have plenty of room to 'operate'. It used to make them both laugh. The quick glance he gave her with a small twist of his lips said he hadn't forgotten.

They carefully kissed and caressed, and only unbuttoned enough to show a little skin before they climbed under the covers. He still had his pants on, and she was still wearing her cami and underwear. They knew they were expected to put on a show only. Heaven and hell, they both thought.

Oh for God's Sake!! Someone feed my bunnies reviews and chocolate!!