Isobel and her Superman Chapter 2

Clana's Apartment, Metropolis

Eric of NCIS has just finished the installation of the security enhancements. They selected the full home security package, 3 blood packs and a GPS tracker for each person and their SUV. They thanked Eric profusely as he left. They ordered pizza delivery, ate & cleaned up then relaxed on the couch with the TV in the background.

"Well babe, we need to decide on spring break." Lana is going to press him for a decision tonight.

"Ok, I vote for NYC. I've never been there either. Do you want to plan our trip, or shall I?"

"Are you kidding me? You! No, I don't want to see the inside of even one museum!" Lana snorts.

"Don't you want to learn something?"

"I am in college, remember?"

"Got it, it's all yours, sweetheart."

NYC, Jamko Apartment

Our favorite NYPD officers are relaxing on the couch after a delicious supper. It was a cherished evening when they were off duty together. Jamie had prepared a nice supper of baked chicken with roasted red potatoes and braised asparagus. Eddie had selected the wine and dessert – chocolate cake, of course. Now stuffed, they were trying to stay awake.

"Jamie, what do you think of our UC Op? I mean, we've been to lunch 4 times and I don't see anything, or anybody, that raises any suspicion."

"I agree, but we have 1 more week and then we will report our findings and see what the team says. Do we continue or not."

"Report what findings? My report is a big blank sheet of paper. Yours?"

"The same right now. But you never know what tomorrow brings."
"You are the eternal optimist, Jamison Reagan. That's one reason I married you. What are you doing, Lambchop?"

He had started a kissing barrage. Forehead, temple, ear lobe, neck, clavicle. "Looking for clues."

"Clues . . . for what." Her breathing was getting ragged.

"For why else did you marry me. Am I getting warm?"

"Warm? Hell, you are damn hot!"

"Shall I stop?"

"NO!" He was shedding clothes . . . hers!

'Must reciprocate. Where did I come up with that word . . . hell, I can't even think now.' She ripped off his shirt, buttons flying all over the room, 'good thing Kara knows how to sew'. 'Damn he's good at this! Oh Jamie!'

Thinking and talking were done.

Auto-pilot was on and functioning beautifully.

METROPOLIS INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

Clana had arrived 3 hours early for their flight. They were having lunch at a concourse C food court.

"So, what are we going to do tomorrow, babe?" Clark asks.

"Well, the only thing I have definitely planned is lunch at a cute little diner n SOHO. We'll have to look at some tourist info and see what we like."

"Do we have anything definite planned?" Clark ponders.

"Yup, you'll see. Are you gonna finish those fries?"

"Nah, help yourself." She does.

They board their flight; he rases the arm rest and they snuggle all the way to NYC.

They catch a cab to their 3* hotel – Pod 39. After checking in and going to their room, they unpack and start to look over the tourist info in the room. This 3* lodging doesn't have a concierge, so they are on their own. Budget conscious? Yes they are; college kids after all.

"Where did you say that we are eating lunch tomorrow?" Clark inquires.

"Siam Café SOHO," Lana replies.

"Thai? I've never had Thai food."

"Well, tomorrow will be a 1st then. Spread your wings my super-man!"

"You know, we could go to Thailand someday, don't you?"

"Yes, but I read that real Thai food is over the top spicy. They tone it down for us Americans."

"I bet we could find food over there that we could eat."

"Maybe. Let's see how tomorrow goes before we book a flight on the CK express."

"Ok. Hey, I see that the NY Knicks are playing at the Garden tomorrow night!"

"The Garden? A flower show?"

"Ha, ha. Basketball, sweetie."

"Boys or girls?" Lana is curious.

Clark is trying hard not to crack up. "NBA, my dear."

"NB who?"

'My god!' "The National Basketball Association."

"Well, we can see basketball in any gym in America, sweetheart."

"Forget it," he whispers.

"What?"

"Nothing, dear. Did you see that our hotel has a weight room, running track and a swimming pool?"

"Yes, that's why I picked it. Those facilities open at 05:30." Lana informs him.

"Great, I'll be ready at 07:00 for a breakfast run when you get back from whatever you are going to do."

"You aren't coming with me?" She is disappointed.

"Did you bring along that new royal blue bikini I saw in your drawer?" Clark is treading water here.

"Yes, and why were you snooping in my drawers?"

"Opened it by mistake."

"Mistake, my ass!"

"Your ass is cute! Come here."

She thought of running . . . but where, and why?

They collapse on the bed in a heap. Limbs will be sorted out in the morning. NOT at 05:30!

SIAM CAFÉ SOHO

"Eddie, I really don't know if I can eat Thai for a 5th week in a row."

"Jamie, come on. It's our assignment. And it's only 1 day a week."

"Still, if I see another spring roll, I think I'll throw up."

"Now, now. Maybe we'll hit pay dirt today. Are those our marks 3 tables over?" Eddie is trying to be optimistic.

"Yes, and I don't think they have said boo about work anytime we've observed them." Jamie is getting discouraged. "Hey, there's a new couple today."

"Where?"

"Front window. Big handsome guy, black hair; beautiful brunette, little taller than you. But who isn't?" He chuckles.

"Watch it buster. Hey, I think one of our marks is paying too much attention to us. Look alive."

SIAM CAFÉ SOHO

"Is this it?" Clark asks Lana.

"Yup, let's go in."

They enter and are seated by the front window. "See, front row seating! Am I good, or what?" Lana crows.

"You are good, dear. Last night you were exceptional!" Clark winks at Lana as he whispers in her ear.

"Hush." She whispers back. As she peruses the menu, she notices that a man at a table of 4, four tables away, is paying very close attention to a short blond woman at another nearer table. She switches to telecommunication.

'Clark'

'Yes'

"The table 4 over, what do you hear?'

He turns on his super-hearing.

'They don't like the blond and her partner, says they think they are cops, been here 4 weeks in a row, maybe trying to observe them. I think we got trouble, babe. I'm turning on my GPS, call Hetty if I get taken. Slip the blood packs in my jacket pocket, I'll try to make a scene and get taken with them if that's what happens'.

'Be careful, please'

'Always, try to stay close so we can talk'

'I will. Love you!'

'Love you too, here we go'

TBC