If you don't like cursing, skip down to the next bit of AN . . . Holy fucking shit I was right! The details were a little off, but holy fucking shit I was right!

So the latest Covert Affairs ep, eh? Pretty good if I do say so myself, though I was looking forward to more Eyal screen time. Here's to hoping we see more of his in the future, especially considering certain revelations. That being said, it has given me some ideas.

Now, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I know I certainly had some fun doing research.

Disclaimer: Covert Affairs is the property of NBC Universal, USA Network, etc. I merely take the characters and make them live out my fantasies.

~~~SOUTH PACIFIC~~~

It was going to be a long plane ride. Not just long, but grueling as well. Not that Eyal and Annie were unaccustomed to such events, but traveling from Tel Aviv to the middle of the South Pacific was not the easiest of trips to make. It involved multiple stops as they traversed the Eurasian continent before making the jump toward open ocean.

At least they had thought to convince Mossad that they needed to travel first class based upon Annie's health. It may have been a dirty move, but it paid off. Roomier seats, passable food, and flowing alcohol.

Three scotches later and things were looking up.

"I still can't believe we're being sent to a veritable paradise," commented Annie as she stretched in her seat, "and flying first class to boot."

"Only the best for you, Neshama," replied Eyal with a smirk, raising his glass to Annie's in toast.

Annie laughed. "Oh yes, only the best for the dying girl that was forced into taking the position in the first place."

"Well," quipped Eyal, "I think your showdown with RIvka helped. You refused to back down and countered with your own demands before agreeing in the den of the devil. I have to say you were thrilling to watch, Neshama, all fiery temper and stubborn backbone."

A snort was Annie's response. Eyal smiled and looked down at his left hand where a gold band resided. It was simple, elegant, and not too shabby considering it was on loan from Mossad.

Turning to focus his gaze on the feminine hand to his side, "Do you like the ring?"

Annie frowned at Eyal before looking at her own left hand. The rings were nice, but felt strange on her hand. Like Eyal's, the wedding band was simple yellow gold; the engagement ring was a 1 carat princess cut diamond solitaire.

"Oh, I do, though to be honest it feels a little strange—almost as though they're not quite right even though they fit. I'm not sure how to describe it."

"I understand." And Eyal did. He had occasionally donned a wedding band for Mossad, but in this scenario it felt different. There was more weight to the ring than normal, causing him to be hyperaware of its presence. The blasted thing also made his stomach tighten when he looked at it, as though it were trying to send him a message.

"So . . . how long until we reach Espiritu Santo?" asked Annie after a moment. Even though she had read the file, she had been more concerned with getting out of Mossad and on her way than paying attention to flight details.

"Quite some time. It's an 8 hour flight to Mumbai, and then from there it's a little over 4 hours to Bangkok. Once there we'll stay the night and then it's—"

"We're going to be on planes for two days, aren't we?"

"Settle in, Neshama, it's going to be a long ride."

If you're interested in where I am sending the lovely couple google Espiritu Santo, it's the largest island of Vanatua. Now I really want to go someday to check out some of the neat sites.

I hope y'all enjoyed, and if you haven't seen the latest episode of Covert Affairs I urge you to catch up if at all possible.

Thans for reading :)