Still sitting on the hard plastic chairs in the hospital waiting room, Danny and Elena hadn't yet discussed what they would do until Wilson woke up. Occasionally, Elena would glance over at Danny, who seemed perfectly content with reading the Sport section of the USA today.

Deciding she needed to get up, she rose out of her chair. Seeing that that didn't even get Danny's attention, she finally said, "I'm going to find something to eat."

Without looking up, he responded, "Okay."

"Would you like anything?" she asked, hating that it was like pulling teeth getting him to talk.

Danny just shrugged. "No. Thanks. Not hungry."

"How can you not be hungry? Lunch came and went—" and then she stopped, remembering that she'd seen him with someone at lunch earlier in the day.

When she stopped talking, Danny looked up. "What do you mean it came and went?"

"Nothing. I meant it came and went for me. I didn't eat anything, but it sounds like you had time to get away today," she replied as she tried to keep her tone cool.

Narrowing his eyes, he almost said something, but then didn't.

"I'll be back," Elena said as she turned on her heel and walked down the hall. As she passed the entrance to the hospital, she heard her named called.

"Agent Delgado?" Sheriff Waller called out.

"Hi," Elena responded as she stopped in front of him.

"The doc says that you and Agent Taylor are here for the long haul."

"Yes, sir, but we're hoping that Mr. Wilson wakes up. That will make our jobs easier."

"Something tells me even when that stubborn mule wakes up, he's not going to be much help."

Elena just smiled, knowing the Sheriff was probably right,

"Are you and Agent Taylor planning on staying here, at the hospital?"

"Um, we haven't discussed it yet. We'll probably just camp out in one of the waiting rooms. I was actually just looking for something to eat. Is there a cafeteria or a vending machine?"

"Oh, no ma'am, no cafeteria, but we can do better than a vending machine. And we can do much better than having our FBI guests sleep on waiting room chairs. My cousin runs one of the best bed and breakfasts in Virginia. People come from all over to stay at the Cherry Hill Inn in Paris Virginia."

"Oh we couldn't," Elena responded, although the thought of actually sleeping in a bed instead of a chair sounded very inviting. "It's important that we stay close to the hospital, in case Wilson wakes up."

"Completely understand and that's why Cherry Hill is the perfect place. It's just a stones throw from here," he said motioned out the front door. "If he wakes up, you can be back here in five minutes. To top it off, my cousin is the best cook this side of the Mason-Dixon line. She starts serving dinner at 5, which is in about ten minutes from now as luck would have it."

Smiling, Elena folded her arms across her chest. "You're making this an offer I can't refuse, Sheriff Waller."

The Sheriff returned her smile. "Well, we're all a part of same law enforcement brotherhood or, uh, sisterhood in your case. There's no reason for you to be uncomfortable while you wait for that yahoo to wake up."

"No, there isn't," Elena agreed, even though she knew that selling Danny on that was going to be difficult.

Getting Danny to come with her to Cherry Hill was almost impossible. At first, he outright refused, telling her that she could stay there and he'd call her if Wilson woke up. But then Sheriff Waller stopped by and invited Danny himself. The Sheriff had such a polite way about him that Elena could tell that Danny had felt guilty when he'd tried to refuse him.

Through the sheer force of the Sheriff's will, Danny had finally agreed to accompany her to the inn. Walking out of the hospital, the Sheriff had told them to take a right, go down one block and then take the left that was a winding, dirt road up to the inn. As they walked the first block, they saw a sign welcoming them to Paris, Virginia. The sign read: Welcome to Paris, Virginia where our motto is, "Virginia is for Lovers" since 1968.

Upon reading the sign, they both stopped in their tracks.

Rolling his eyes, Danny started to turn around. "This is ridiculous. We're here on official FBI business, Elena, not to see the sights of Virginia."

The sign made Elena just as uncomfortable, but her stomach was telling her to get to that inn. "Look, I'll make you a deal. Let's just eat at the inn. If you don't want to stay after we eat, then we can go back to the hospital. No problema!"

Sighing heavily, Danny forged ahead and Elena followed. They found the left turn just beyond the sign and made their way up the winding road that led to a circle drive in front of one of the most beautiful house Elena had ever seen.

"Wow," Elena said as she walked up the driveway. "This is like something out of Gone with the Wind," she said, clearly impressed.

"Never seen it," Danny responded, trying to act unaffected by the charming home.

Rolling her eyes, Elena knocked a few times as she opened the front door. "Hola?"

"Welcome to Cherry Hill!" a woman called out from the top of the staircase. She jogged down the stairs and held out her hand to meet them. "You must be the FBI agents? The Sheriff just called. We will take very good care of you. My name is Brenda and this is my home."

"I'm Elena," she said as she held out her hand, "And this is Danny. We're very thankful for your hospitality."

"Yes, ma'am. You have a lovely home," Danny said as he shook her hand.

Elena gave him a sideways glance, the scowl that was on his face just moments before was replaced by a charming, polite "Danny Taylor" grin.

Brenda took a moment to look at the two agents. "May I say something a little out of line? You're one of the most beautifully exotic women I've even seen. You look like one of those New York models."

"Oh, oh, thank you. That's very sweet," Elena responded in an embarrassed tone.

"And the two of you together, well who knew the FBI had such gorgeous people. You two would make a striking couple," Brenda commented. Seeing the agents' uncomfortable reactions, she backpedaled. "Well, sometimes I get carried away…you know Virginia is—"

"For lovers. Yes, ma'am, we read the sign," Danny said, trying to keep the irritation out his voice since the woman obviously was just trying to be friendly.

"My point is that I'm just so pleased to have two real life FBI agents from New York City, no less. Very exciting. Very exciting, indeed," she said as she lead them into the dining room.

"It's okay. No problem," Elena said as she noticed the scowl return to Danny's face when Brenda had turned away.

"As you can see, we're pretty full tonight, but I saved an out of the way table right here. The Sheriff said you two were probably tired and wouldn't want to be bothered."

"We appreciate that," Elena replied as she sat down while Danny sat down across from her.

"There's no menu, per se, just what I come up with in the kitchen. Tonight it's country-fried steak with mash potatoes, gravy and green beans. How does that sound?"

Danny wanted to say it sounded like his arteries were hardening just at the mention of "fried streak", but instead he answered, "That sounds great, thanks."

"And here's some water and rolls for you to start with," Brenda said as she put some water in their glasses and placed a basket of warm rolls between them. "Try some apple butter with those rolls," she said pointing to the bowl already on the table. "I make it myself."

After Brenda walked away, Elena took a roll from the basket. "I'm kind of falling in love with Brenda. Who knew people could be this nice?" she asked as she slathered the apple butter on the roll and then took a bite. "Oh my God! Danny, this is fantastic! You have to try it!" she said as she held out her roll for him to take a bite.

For a moment, Danny had forgotten that the last week had transpired. Her offering a bite was a very couple-like thing for her to do and the gesture made Danny smile. But just as quickly, he came to his senses. This wasn't a date. They weren't lovers anymore, so he had no intention of pretending to be while they were miles away from home.

"I'll get my own," he said as he took a roll from the basket.

Catching the serious look on his face, Elena looked down as she took another bite of the roll. Part of her wished that they could forget about their breakup, just while they were there. She'd give just about anything to spend one more carefree evening with him, but it was very apparent that Danny wasn't into playing the game.

"It's good, right?" she asked as she watched him eat the roll.

Danny just nodded as he took another bite.

They continued to eat in relative silence. They would graciously smile and thank Brenda when she'd bring them something, but other than that, it was silent. The silence between them became so annoying to Elena that she decided to go ahead and just bite the bullet and ask what she'd been curious about all day.

"Who did you have lunch with today?" she asked suddenly, as she took a bite of the steak and dipped it into her potatoes.

Danny, who had been intently focused on the meal in front of him, looked up at her with a completely surprised expression. "What?"

"When we got back from Currington, I saw you across the street. I was just wondering who she is? I mean, we only just broke up—"

"Oh give me a break," Danny interrupted. "First of all, who I see is none of your business. And second? You broke up with me. We didn't break up, so why the hell do you care who she is?"

"Were you seeing her while we were together?" Elena asked, and she didn't really want to know the answer, but he was finally talking to her so she just decided to go with it.

This made Danny laugh. He laughed to the point where people around them looked to see what was so funny. Finally, he rubbed his eyes as the laughing subsided. "You're a piece of work, you know that? Were we ever really together, Elena? I mean, you were with me, but you were never really completely there – always having one foot out the door. Let's just paint the whole picture…you liked playing house with me, but didn't want anything permanent. You liked having me around to distract you from the whole Carlos thing, but you had no interest building anything with me. You really want to know who that woman is?"

Hearing his hurtful, yet truthful words made Elena lose her appetite. Putting down her fork, she wiped the corners of her mouth with the napkin. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's none of my business," she said as she started to get up.

Grabbing her hand from across the table, Danny stopped her. "She's an attorney with a law firm that I'm thinking about working for. I'm leaving the FBI as soon as I can find the right opportunity. The sooner, the better," he said as he let go of her hand.

Sitting back in her chair, Elena was slightly stunned by his words. "You're leaving? Because of me? Danny, you shouldn't have to go. It should be me—"

Shaking his head, he leaned forward. "It's not just you. The thing with you just made me realize that I should do this sooner rather than later. It's time for me to move on. There was a time when that place, that team, was like a safety net for me, but I don't need it anymore."

Elena couldn't help but think that it didn't feel safe for him because she was there now.

After finishing their dinner without speaking much more to each other, Brenda escorted them up the stairs

"Now Sheriff Waller didn't give me much noticed. We're almost fully booked, but I do have a two-room suite for you. You'll have to sleep on the couch in the sitting room, I'm afraid," Brenda said as she glanced at Danny.

"That's fine."

Turning into a separate wing off the main hallway, Brenda stopped in front of a door that read "Honeymoon Suite." Below that was yet another whimsically drawn heart with the inscription, "Virginia is For Lovers."

Seeing the label on the door, Elena closed her eyes. If she and Danny weren't so tired and not speaking, then they probably would have laughed about it. Glancing his way, she could see the frown that seemed to be permanently etched into his brow line.

Noticing the discomfort between the two agents, Brenda shrugged, "It's the only room we have left."

Brenda opened the door. Elena didn't think it could get worse, but in fact, the room was the personification of a "honeymoon suite". The room was bathed in all shades of pink with candles everywhere. Walking further into the suite, Elena looked in the bedroom and nearly gasped when she saw a heart-shaped bed.

"This is quite a room," commented Elena as she glanced at Danny again.

"It's our best. There's a balcony off the bedroom with a mountain view. And we just put in a brand new Jacuzzi tub and steam shower in the bathroom – not that you two care about that. But maybe you'll come back someday – you know with your significant others. The couples that stay in this room never want to leave!"

Danny signed and Elena could tell that he was doing all he could not to walk out. "Thank you, Brenda. You've been wonderful. I can understand why people would never want to leave," Elena said gracefully.

"You're very welcome. Now I know you don't have any clothes, so I put some of our complimentary bathrobes on the table, along with some of our t-shirts and sweat pants that are for sale in the gift shop. Just to so you can be comfortable and get some rest."

"Really, you've been more than kind," Danny said as he held out his hand while smiling warmly at her. "We can't thank you enough."

Brenda shook his hand. "You're adorable," she said as she batted her eyelashes at him. "I'm going to make you a special breakfast tomorrow."

As she walked out the door, Danny said, "That's nice, but don't be surprised if we have to leave. If our suspect wakes up, we'll have to go to the hospital."

"Understood. Sleep well," Brenda said as she shut the door.

When Danny turned back toward Elena, she took a deep breath and exhaled. "Don't say it, okay? I didn't know it was going to be like this. But it is what it is, and we have to sleep, right?"

"I can sleep at the hospital. I can sleep anywhere. Why don't you stay here and I'll—"

"No. No, that's ridiculous," Elena interrupted. "We're here. You just called the hospital and they said that Wilson hasn't even moved. We're five minutes away, if he does wake up. Let's just stay here and get through this."

"Fine," Danny said as he walked over to the table to see what clothes Brenda left for them. "You mind if I take a shower first?"

"No. I'm going to call Sophie, so—"

"Great," he responded abruptly as he grabbed a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants and headed to the bathroom.

Elena shook her head as she looked around the room that was filled hearts, doilies, lace, flowers and candles. The room would probably be considered tacky to people who weren't crazy in love which was why it surprised Elena that she didn't find it tacky at all.