Pete:

With the tesla in my pocket and my jacket draped around my shoulders I walked down stairs to find Myka reading the case file twirling her hair in only the way that she could make attractive. "Ready?" I asked and her head snapped up from the file with shock and a hint of fear. "Oh. God." She said, "You startled me Pete." She said and placed a hand over her heart to hear its rhythm speed up. I walked her out to the cab Artie ordered us to take and placed the few suitcases I brought in the trunk.

Myka:

We got to the airport soon enough and were through the gates with minimum expense. I kept my bag with me as carry on, and of course Pete had me stuff some cookies and junk food in there for later. On the plane Pete and I got a row to ourselves and I busied myself with reading one of my favorite Shakespeare. After the plane got to drifting altitude I felt my head nodding and my eyes drooping; I closed my eyes and took in Pete's aroma, cinnamon oil and the smell of musty books, which will always smell like home to me.

Pete:

Soon after the plane took off Myka fell asleep her head resting on the cool windows of the plane and her hair fell across her face and shoulders. I pulled her cookies out of her purse along with the file which I opened in my lap. I read Myka's foot notes and decided I might as well read the rest of the file too. I got the same findings that Myka did; a whole bunch of crazy spikes in anything emotional. I ate through all of the cookies before Myka woke up. "Hey, Mykes, how did you sleep?" Myka looked over at me and pried one eye open. "Wonderful." She said her voice laced with sarcasm. "So I assume your neck and back are just peachy?" I could tell that she was trying really hard to stay grumpy but she let out a little giggle beside herself.

Myka:

I flicked my wrist and hit Pete in the shoulder. "Ow..." he said rubbing where I hit him, "that's gunna bruise" "Shut up." I said giggling. He laughed with me and pretty soon we had the flight attendant shushing us. "Sorry" I whispered with a little shame and Pete laughed under his breath. "So did you find anything I didn't on the case?" I whispered. "No not really." He said, "They all went to the same art benefit though" "Oh…yeah…um… the Gulliver's Art Museum" I said flipping through the pages of the report. "So what do you want to do head straight there tomorrow?" "I dunno. Maybe." The flight attendant came over the intercom and announced "We are now coming into France please fasten your seat belts have a pleasant visit and thank you for choosing Delta airlines"

Pete:

We made it to the hotel after the cab ride from the airport. Myka pulled out her well worn book and read we were worn out from the long flight. I pulled our bags from the trunk and Myka checked in. Conjoined rooms 403 and 404, Myka and I got into the elevator and I saw Myka's eyes droop and her head loll around. "Myka," I whispered. "Huh." She grunted back. "Maybe we will sleep in tomorrow." "Ya, think" she said grumpily.

Myka:

We unlocked my room and dropped off the suitcases before I tossed Pete the keys. He caught them mid-air and he was gone. "Good Night Mykes" He called over his shoulder. I searched my bag for Pajamas and threw on the sweats and tank top I had pulled out. The bed was designed with beige and gold fleur-de-lis covered comforter to match the walls and the rest of the décor. I slipped under the cool covers and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Pete:

I woke up before Myka surprisingly, it was still dark outside but the city was already busy. I pulled on clean jeans and a fitted t-shirt. The carpeted floor was soft against my bare feet, and I shuffled to the couch across from the door joining my and Myka's room. Should I go in? Should I wake her? Should I wait and let her wake on her own? I decided to wait and I sat there for thirty minutes reading the comic book Myka had gotten for me at one of the gift shop from the airport. After an hour of waiting and pacing I cracked open the door. I checked the clock once before I slipped into her room. 7:04Am. "Myka..." I whispered looking at lump in the bed. "Myka." I repeated a little harsher that before. The lump that was Myka twisted and I saw her head pop out of the covers. Her face was framed with all her messy brown hair and I ignored the temptation to lie beside her on the cool bedspread.

Myka:

"Myka" I heard Pete whisper urgently. "Go away." I mumbled "Myka." Then I realized that Pete was in my room and I was wearing nothing more than my tank top and sweats. Well at least I had that much on, and hadn't just stripped down like I would have. "Pete." "Yea" "leave now." "Come on Mykes we need to Goooo." I started to get agitated. "Pete. Leave. Now. I will come out when I am ready." Pete left after a little more arguing. I showered and got ready for the day the whole time wondering how long Pete had watched me sleep and why I thought that it was adorable that he did.

Pete:

After Myka came out of her room looking stunning as always we walked out into the French day light "To the museum?" "Always," she said, "I will never pass up going to the museum."

"Then let's go do you think there will be dinosaurs?" I asked her. We maybe it to the museum and Myka's eyes lit up as she looked at the museum and reluctantly said, "We should go talk to the revolutionary expert that the victims met with." "Don't be lame… "I pleaded, "We can have a little fun while we're here." And I flashed my badge to all the guards working there and then proceeded to step over the velvet ropes.

Myka:

Pete stepped over the velvet ropes his eyes full of mischievous light, I laughed as he started to touch all the exhibits as he always would with his crazy antics. "I can never take you anywhere nice" I jokingly called out to him. "You know that you love it." I choked back my laugh at those words. Love? Pete went on touching stuff and didn't notice the abrupt end to my laughter. We were going to get kicked out soon. The security guard made his way to where Pete was sitting on a dinosaur and started pointing at the door. Sooner than I thought actually. "Pete we should just come back after closing" I whispered a bit sharply as we walked out the front door.