A/N: Hello! Here's a request from Brendalwood for the "behind the scenes" of what happened on the infamous road trip of '06 that Henry mentions in Season 4, Episode 21. As always, the beginning dialogue is straight from the show, so if it seems plagiaristic, that's why :-)

Hope you enjoy! If you have other requests, let me know. I like the challenge! :-p

"I am going to eat and hydrate like crazy until sunrise." She says, digging through the bag to find the slice that will soon become her piece of toast, "Surf that wave 'til around 10:30…" she says, sliding the piece of bread into the silver machine and wiping her hands together, brushing the crumbs into the floor as she makes her way to the eggs on the stove, "…when I will become very hungry and thirsty."

Henry walks behind her with his cup of tea, opening his mouth a little too hastily, "Not to mention edgy," her eyes dart over to her side where he's standing and she picks the spatula up, ready to convert it into a weapon if need be, "From lack of caffeine." He finishes, and she's moving her entire body to face him in a hostile way.

"Thanks for that." She retorts, quickly tending back to her eggs before she decides battery by spatula against her husband isn't that big of a crime. She continues on before she lets her mouth get away from her, "Then, you know, I'll just ride it out 'til sundown."

The eggs have been thoroughly stirred for a while now, but she keeps going as she explains the rest of her plan for the next day and how she'll commence iftar dinner with the three traditional dates, and how she'll give remarks for Ramadan, Though she's kept her face down in the eggs, she can feel Henry silently judging her, shooting his eyes back and forth between her and the dish she's abusing.

And it's confirmed that he's judging her when he gets all "professor" on her, talking about the solidarity of the hungry and deprived or something like that. She's multitasking—twenty-five percent listening to her husband, seventy-five percent dipping the eggs while thinking about all the food she'll eat after breaking her fast.

"And then," she says, pinching out some salt and spreading it around on the plated eggs, "I can stuff my face with a bunch of kabobs." She looks at him with a big smile, clapping her hands together and wiping the salt from them over the plate.

"Yeah," Henry says, rolling his head on his neck and cocking his jaw to the side, "Easy-peasy." He smarts off, walking behind her and headed toward the table.

She picks her plate up and lets her head fall back as she breathes out a bit loudly, then whips her body around to face him as she, too, cocks her jaw to the side, "You don't think I can make it," she says before following him to the table.

He's sitting down and looking up at her while doing so, "Dare I bring up the infamous Florida road trip of aught-six?" He asks, sliding the newspaper toward the edge of the table and scooping it up into his hand.

She sets her plate down and takes a quick, sharp breath before sitting down, "Not if you want to have sex in the next month." She answers curtly.

"H-Hey, hey! I…" he's stuttering as she's scooping the first bite of egg into her mouth, "If you want it, go for it."

Once they fall into a more academic discussion about Thomas Jefferson and the first fast, Henry is getting up and scooping eggs into his own mouth. "What are you doing?" Elizabeth asks, pointing her loaded fork toward him standing at the stove with the pan in his hands.

"Buddy system," he answers with a smirk, "We'll fast together." With that, he scoops another bite into his mouth.

She grins as she holds the fork up in her hand, risking a precious piece of scrambled egg falling off as she talks with her hands too often, "I really scared you with that no-sex comment, didn't I?"

He chuckles as he shovels another round into his mouth, "Just…" he shoots a look at her, still smirking, "Eat your eggs."

After the eggs were finished off, the toast had been devoured, and she and Henry had eaten all the leftovers in the fridge from the last two days, they hauled themselves up the stairs at around one in the morning finally.

"I don't think I've felt this bloated in a long time," Elizabeth mumbles, holding her stomach with her right hand while hoisting herself up the stairs with her left tugging on the banister.

He's behind her, and judging by his heavy breathing, he's feeling it too. "Not since the cruise."

She stops and he runs into her ass with his head, and as she's turning he's looking up at her with a crinkled face.

"What?" He asks.

"You're just so determined to bring up that Florida trip, aren't you?" She bites, holding onto the banister with both hands as one foot is up on the next step.

He's scratching his head, "Babe," he says, "This isn't a good sign if you're already—"

"Edgy?" She provides, batting her eyes and giving that mocking look with her lips pressed together into a sarcastic grin.

His mouth is hanging open from where he'd been cut off by her, and he finally just blinks a few times and sighs, "Edgy." He agrees for good measure, giving her a similar sarcastic grin.

She rolls her eyes and plops her head back, turning back to the top of the stairs and hauling herself up once again. "The no-sex comment still stands even if you are fasting with me, Buddy." She quips as she's walking to their closet, taking her shirt off over her head and tossing it in the hamper.

He's staring at her from the back with both palms turned upward at his sides, his mouth hanging open again as he grunts, "I didn't even mean to bring it up again," he argues.

She smirks with her face turned away from him, facing the closet as she steps out of her pants and grabs them, tossing them atop the shirt. "Sure," she says, baiting him now as she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, "You just happen to mention the cruise right after you mentioned Florida and I threatened you with a restriction of sexual activity," she continues, hunching her shoulders and letting her bra slide off her arms.

She looks over her shoulder as she grabs her tee, bunching it up and sliding it over her head as he just watches her still, slightly dumbfounded, "Okay, fine, since you think I did it on purpose and I've already put myself in the hole." He announces, "I might as well really bring it up."

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist." She mutters, pulling the shirt straight over the rest of her body before unfolding her pajama pants and sliding her legs into them.

When she turns to him, he's just sitting on his side of the bed and reaching back to the top of his back, pulling his shirt off over his head with one hand, "You were the one who insisted we not stop because we were going to be late."

"We would've missed the entire cruise, Henry," she argues as she heads into the bathroom, immediately taking her contacts out and putting her glasses on.

He's staying awfully silent, but Elizabeth is just getting fired up. She's ready to argue, now, so she eggs him on.

"You didn't even want to go on the cruise."

"Why would I want to have gone on the cruise?" Henry replies, "I've spent my whole military career trying to keep myself in the air and out of the water."

She peeks around the corner and makes a face, "That was your best comeback? Really?"

He groans and tosses his body backward onto the pillows, "I offered in Georgia to stop." He reminds her, "But you said no."

"I," she pauses and dramatically flicks the light switch off before walking into the bedroom, "Didn't want to stop where you offered because of multiple reasons." She argues, walking to her side of the bed and flipping the covers over to the sheets, "One: the gas station looked like it hadn't seen Clorox or anything close since the nineties." She says, crawling in the bed and sitting against the headboard, "Two: all three kids were sound asleep, and that was a miracle in itself. And—"

"And I—"

"Mm mm." She says, holding her finger up and waggling it at him, turning her face away to signify she wasn't going to be listening if he keeps talking, "And three: the sign outside said they had boiled peanuts, but the 't' had fallen down, and I couldn't get past the fact that it sounded as though they were advertising boiled penis."

He snorts and darts his eyes to the side to look at her, and then soon after his head follows to face her, "Okay," he says. His tone tells her he's trying to keep himself from laughing, and she just can't hold back her Cheshire grin. "But that still didn't give you the right to be so hangry."

She whips her head to face him, squinting at him behind her glasses as her teeth grit together, "Sex with me must mean nothing to you." She determines, sounding as though she were going to bite him soon.

He smirks, "I know that it won't last a month. You can't go a month any more than I can."

"Oh-ho-ho, McCord, that's where you're wrong!" She quips, reaching over her body and turning her lamp off as she lets her body slide down a bit, pulling the sheets up to her chest as she settles on her back.

He turns over and smothers her body with his, putting his right leg over both of hers, "I know you don't like doing it yourself, Elibet." He teases in a low, husky voice.

She feels the muscles in her neck tighten as she tries to hold back a smile, forcing herself to make everything in her body work against her mind that simply wants to devour him. "You're hilarious." It was more pathetic when it came out of her mouth, but she stayed strong and stuck with what she said.

He raises his brow, "You literally called me a," he pauses and squints, "What was it? Oh yeah," he says with no hesitation, "A food gatekeeper."

"Well!"

"And my personal favorite, 'Appetite Autocrat.'"

She finally lets herself look at him and she lifts one brow, "You have to appreciate my strength for alliteration during my hangry-ness." She jests, batting her eyes at him. "I hadn't eaten since we left Virginia, Henry." She reminds him in a slightly more serious tone, "I was starving."

"Elizabeth," Henry says, trying to not laugh again, "It's an eleven-and-a-half hour trip."

"And?" She says, "We'd stopped twice before that, so add, like, another thirty minutes to that."

"And you're fabricating," he says, "You definitely had eaten some of the kids' cookies somewhere in South Carolina before Jason started crying that you were eating all his food."

She huffs and rolls her eyes, knowing she'd been caught "fabricating," as Henry calls it. How ethical of him. "And this fast is only from sunrise until sundown."

"And it's June," Henry reminds, "Which means sunrise is around 6:00, whereas sunset is about 8:30." He says smugly, and she wants to reach up and pinch his nose to see if it honks like a clown's since he's acting so silly. "I know you're a math major and all, but that's more than twelve hours."

Her brow is climbing up her face further and further, and she's pretty sure, now, that she can get herself off the rest of her life. No sex for a month? Good luck for the rest of the year, pal. "Thanks for the information," she says coyly, scrunching her face up and making an expression like he could go screw himself.

He smirks and kisses down her neck, making her writhe underneath him as she tries to wriggle out from under, "You know what makes you less edgy?"

"For you to stop mentioning that I'm edgy?" She manages to get out, trying to keep her body from feeling the things it's feeling.

He nips at the collar of her tee and gently pulls it down a bit with his teeth, sliding his hand up her shirt underneath the blankets, "You know you thrive off your edge," he says, "If you lost your edginess I don't think you'd be Elizabeth McCord."

She sighs a little, "Good to know you think I'm an uptight bitch." She retorts half-playfully.

He bites his lip and cups her breast, and she has to bite her own lip to keep from doing anything too crazy. He gives a little squeeze and her body betrays her, reacting underneath his hand as if he were controlling a joystick. Damn pilots, always know how to use a joystick, don't they?

She lets out a breath finally and groans, almost growling as her eyelids shoot open and quickly find his in the glow of his bedside lamp, "You better make it good, McCord." She groans, reaching up and pulling his head down to smash his lips into hers.