"Maybe we should have stayed in Tampa." John teases. "So you could fly out with your boyfriend."

Celeste smiles and replies, "Nothing wrong with Seth and I having some time apart." She wraps her arms around John's neck. "You know, absence makes the heart grow fonder." She gazes into his blue eyes. "I'm hoping that's what happens with us."

He kisses her tenderly. "You know it will." He sighs heavily. "Listen, you know I like Knoxville and your little apartment here…"

"But?" she asks.

"But, you could live with me in Tampa." he insists.

"No, I can't!" Celeste protests. "I'm not living with you until we get married. Well I guess we practically live together anyways, but you know what I mean."

John groans. "Yes! I know what you mean. Sometimes I just wonder if you're making things more complicated than they have to be."

"John, I have my values. You said they were part of the reason you love me. You can't ask me to go against them."

"You're right." He hugs her. "I'm sorry. Maybe spending some time apart will give us some clear perspective."

When Celeste lands at the Houston airport, Seth and Dean are waiting for her. "Hey guys."

"Hey." They respond in tandem.

"Roman should be here soon." Seth explains.

"Celeste, since you're new to the group…" Dean begins. "I think you should pay for the rental car."

Seth shoots him a "What the hell?" look.

Celeste ponders the request for a moment, then shrugs. "Okay. Why don't we take care of that while we wait for Roman?" With that, she turns and heads toward the rental car area.

Dean and Seth look on in shock. "I was only kidding. I didn't think she'd actually go for it." Dean admits.

Seth chuckles. "I think this is going to be quite the adventure."

"I hope a Jeep Grand Cherokee is okay with you fellas." Celeste asks.

"Sure." Seth answers. "We tend to get some sort of SUV anyways."

"Good." she replies. "So who's driving? Not me." She stares at Dean.

He puts his hands up defensively. "Don't look at me! Seth and Roman are the drivers."

Celeste laughs.

"I'll drive." Seth claims. "And we all share in the cost of gas, so don't worry about being stuck with that."

"Great." She smiles. "I do have one request though as leasee."

"And what's that?" Dean hesitantly asks.

"I get control of the music." Celeste states.

"Oh no!" Dean exclaims.

Seth chuckles. "That sounds fair."

After a great show, The Shield pile into the SUV. "Sushi time!" Roman exclaims.

"Excuse me?" Celeste asks, with a frown.

"Sushi." Seth answers. "You get control of the radio, we get control of where to eat."

"Ick." Celeste whines.

"Have you ever even eaten sushi?" Roman asks.

"No and I'd rather not." she explains.

"Let me guess. You think it's all raw fish." Roman says.

"I know it's not. John's explained that, but it still doesn't appeal to me."

Seth locks his deep brown eyes on her and says, "Come on, be adventurous."

Her hazel eyes twinkle as she smiles. "Well okay. But NOTHING raw." The men all laugh as Celeste turns on the radio. "Now, let's see if some 80s' hair metal can help me prepare myself."

"Please enough with the hair metal!" Dean whines.

She leans around the seat to grin at him as he sits behind her. "I could turn it on music from the 1940s if you'd prefer that."

The men all stare at her stunned, but realize she's not joking. "No. This is fine." Dean insists.

At the restaurant, Celeste admits, "It wasn't awful. Far from great, but no awful. The group decided to drive half way to the next town and check into a motel. "We just a couple more miles." Seth states.

Celeste feels suddenly hot all over and rolls down her window. "Are you ok?" Seth asks.

"I don't think so. Pull over!" As soon as the vehicle stops, Celeste hops out and runs toward a ditch.

At the sound of her retching Dean quips, "And she didn't even eat any of the raw fish."

Seth and Roman glare at him. "Really man? Have some sympathy." Seth declares. He gets out and goes to her. She's trying to hold her own hair while she vomits. "Here I got it." He frowns when he sees how pale she has become. "If this if food poisoning I'm gonna feel really guilty." he insists.

She straightens up and staggers against him. "Hey steady!" He slips his arms around her.

"Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't last long." Celeste states, shaking all over.

"We'll be at the motel soon and you can lay down. Okay?" She nods and he gently guides her back to the vehicle.

When they arrive at the hotel, Celeste asks, "Seth, would you mind getting me registered and let me wait here?"

"Sure, you'll be okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, I just don't feel like walking more than I have to." she explains. She tries to fumble through her purse for her wallet.

Seth gently touches her wrist. "Don't worry about it. I'll pay for your room."

"You don't have to." she insists.

"It's fine. I'll be right back."

Dean and Roman come back out to get their bags. "How you feeling?" Roman asks.

"I think I've upgraded to lousy." Celeste teases.

Roman chuckles. "Okay, we're all set." Seth proclaims.

"Get some rest." Roman says.

Seth gathers Celeste's bags. "You don't have to walk far."

"Good!" she exclaims. They walk just a few feet. Seth opens the door and sets her bags down. Celeste attempts to lifts the blue tote. She frowns when she realizes how weak she is. "Would you mind taking this into the bathroom for me?"

"Sure." Seth happily obliges. When he returns, she is walking toward the bathroom carrying a pair of pajamas. "I think I should stay until you get settled."

"I think that might be a good idea." she replies.

After a few minutes, he becomes more concerned. "Are you okay in there?"

"Yeah." she calls, weakly. "Had to rest between skin care steps. I'm brushing my teeth. Be out in a minute."

She walks opens the door and Seth smiles when he sees her pajamas. "Well Hello Kitty!"

She smiles lightly. "I'm so cold!" She stumbles to the bed.

Seth pulls the blanket over her and feels her forehead. "Actually you're burning up! Think you're gonna be okay?"

"Hopefully, I'll sleep it off." she answers.

He looks into her weak eyes. "I'll be right next door. Call me if you need anything."

"I will. Thanks."

"No problem."

A couple of hours later, Celeste is awaken by more nausea. She throws up in the trashcan near the bed. Her skin is burning. She feels like crying, but barely forms any tears. Shakily, she grabs her phone and dials.

Seth wakes up when his phone starts ringing. His hand fumbles the table for it. "Hello?" he answers, without even checking to see who's calling.

"Seth?" Celeste voice calls. "Help me please."