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It had been a beautiful year of Kate and Lucy living together, a year filled with laughter, learning, and love that grew deeper with every passing day. They had fallen into a rhythm—mornings often began with Lucy’s attempts at breakfast, which Kate appreciated despite the inevitable kitchen chaos, and evenings were spent curled up together, Kate writing or reading while Lucy recounted the day’s antics at NCIS. Their home wasn’t just a house; it was their sanctuary, filled with memories and warmth.

Over time, Kate had become an integral part of Lucy’s world in Hawaii. Jane Tennant, Lucy’s boss and mentor, had turned into one of Kate’s closest friends. Jane’s steady presence and thoughtful advice had earned Kate’s respect and admiration, and their occasional coffee dates and Fridays evenings were something Kate now looked forward to.

The boys—Jesse, Kai, and Ernie—had taken to teasing Kate like she was their sister, a development Kate had never anticipated but secretly cherished. Whether it was Ernie making sly comments about Kate’s meticulous nature, Jesse jokingly offering to ghostwrite her next book, or Kai always wanting to have a surfing competition with her despite her verhement refusal, they had all grown incredibly protective and fond of her. Kate, in turn, had grown fond of them, even if she rolled her eyes at their antics.

Through it all, Kate and Lucy’s love had blossomed into something extraordinary. They had learned each other’s quirks, strengths, and vulnerabilities. Kate had seen Lucy at her most vulnerable during a tough mission and stood by her, while Lucy had gently encouraged Kate to let her guard down, reminding her that she didn’t always have to be in control. They had built a life together that felt unshakable.

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But today, Lucy Tara was a whirlwind of energy as she rushed through the rooms, picking up stray items and muttering to herself. “God, Lucy, you’re dead if Kate sees this mess. A whole week of pizza, beer, and movies? What were you thinking?” She paused, looking at the chaos of the living room. The trash was already bagged, and the coffee table was cleared, but the space still didn’t scream “Kate-approved.” It was a valiant attempt, though, considering how meticulously organized Kate always kept the house. Lucy huffed, brushing her thick curls out of her face.

"Okay, books," she muttered, glancing at Kate’s beloved bookshelf. She hesitated before reaching out, fingers grazing the spines of Kate’s carefully cataloged collection. “No, no, no. Don’t touch. She’ll know.” She quickly pulled her hand back. Her eyes darted around the room again. "It's all her fault for going away for a week. How am I supposed to function without her?"

Satisfied—or as close as she’d ever get—Lucy stood in the middle of the now mostly tidy living room, her hands on her hips. “Not Kate-level perfect,” she admitted, “but no one meets Kate’s standards but Kate herself. This is fine. She’ll live.”

Kate had been in D.C. for the past week, attending meetings about her latest book, and the absence had left Lucy spinning. Kate’s presence was like gravity, keeping her grounded, and Lucy had felt utterly untethered without her. Now, though, she was excitedly rushing to pick Kate up from the airport. Glancing at the clock, Lucy yelped. "Crap! I’m late!"

She bolted to her room, got ready in record time, and dashed out the door, locking it hastily behind her. Sliding into her car, she fired up the engine and muttered to herself, “Okay, traffic laws. Let’s be friends today.” But as the minutes ticked by, Lucy’s definition of "traffic laws" became increasingly creative. She weaved through lanes, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel and chuckling to herself. “Kate would murder me if she knew how fast I’m driving right now.”

Finally pulling up to the airport, Lucy parked directly in front of the exit gate, ignoring the looming “No Parking” sign. She leaned back with a relieved sigh, only for a security guard to approach her window. “Ma’am, you can’t park here,” he said firmly.

Lucy shot him a look of pure exasperation. “My girlfriend’s flight is landing any second. Just give me a break, okay?”

“Ma’am,” the guard insisted, “I’ll have to fine you if you don’t move.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes, her patience running thin. Flashing her NCIS badge, she said with authority, “Look, I know the rules. Now, go.” The guard hesitated, muttered something under his breath, and walked away. Lucy smirked to herself. “Works every time.”

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed. Kate’s flight had landed. Lucy leaned forward eagerly, scanning the sea of travelers streaming out of the terminal. And then she saw her—Kate Whistler, effortlessly managing her comically large suitcase, her blonde hair falling perfectly around her face. Their eyes met, and Kate’s face lit up with the brightest smile. Lucy felt her heart skip a beat.

Kate rushed over, and the moment she was within arm’s reach, she threw her arms around Lucy, hugging her tightly. Lucy hugged her back just as fiercely, burying her face in Kate’s neck and placing a soft kiss there.

Kate laughed, pulling back just enough to look at Lucy. “Luce, we’re in an airport. You’re going to scandalize someone.”

Lucy grinned. “Not my fault. You hugged me so tight I kissed the part that was closest.”

Kate rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you love me,” Lucy teased, stepping back to grab Kate’s suitcase. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you home.”

As Lucy loaded the suitcase into the car, Kate glanced at the "No Parking" sign and shook her head knowingly. “You didn’t follow the rules, did you?”

Lucy smirked. “Babe, did you forget who your girlfriend is? Rules bend for me.”

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Lucy Tara, tell me the truth.”

Lucy shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine. I used my badge. No big deal.”

Kate’s eyes widened. “Luce! That’s an abuse of power. You can’t just—”

Lucy cut her off with a cheeky grin. “Babe, the guy used to work security at Tripler. He’s seen me a hundred times and still pretended not to know me. He deserved it.”

Kate shook her head, exasperated but amused. “Fine, but don’t make it a habit.”

Lucy chuckled to herself as they climbed into the car. If Kate knew how fast she’d been driving to get here, she’d be furious. “What are you smiling about now?” Kate asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Just thinking about how strict my girlfriend is,” Lucy replied, shooting her an innocent look.

Kate sighed. “Rules exist for a reason, Luce. They’re not just arbitrary.”

Lucy laughed. “Sure, sure. Don’t worry, babe. I’ll follow all the rules—as long as you keep loving me.”

Kate rolled her eyes fondly. “You’re an idiot.”

Lucy reached over to take Kate’s hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “An Idiot who loves you deeply.”

“I love you too luce,” Kate said softly, a warm smile spreading across her face.

The drive home was filled with laughter and teasing, both of them feeling lighter now that they were back together. As Lucy navigated the familiar streets of Hawaii, she glanced at Kate beside her and thought about how lucky she was. The week apart had been tough, but moments like this made everything worth it.

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As soon as Kate and Lucy walked through the door of their cozy home, Lucy dropped their bags near the couch and turned to Kate with a playful smile. “Alright, babe, go get freshened up. You’ve been traveling all day. I’ll whip up something for us to eat.”

Kate raised an eyebrow, crossing her armsas she smiled widely, “Or,” she began, “I could stay here with you, and we could just order pizza.”

Lucy’s grin faltered, and a sheepish look crossed her face. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Uh… babe, I know you’re not the biggest fan of pizza. We can eat something else if you’d like.”

Kate’s expression softened, and she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Lucy’s waist. “No, I kind of missed pizza and you together,” she admitted with a small smile kissing Lucy's lips softly. “So, pizza it is.”

Lucy’s gaze flickered everywhere but Kate’s, her fingers absently playing with a strand of Kate’s blonde hair. “Can’t we just… skip it?” she asked, her tone almost nervous.

Kate frowned, pulling back slightly to look at Lucy. “Luce, are you okay? You’re denying pizza? What’s wrong, babe?”

Lucy rose on her tiptoes and kissed Kate’s cheek, a soft reassurance. “Hey, everything’s fine,” she said quickly. “It’s just… I’ve kind of been eating pizza every day since you left, so I, uh, don’t want to eat it anymore.”

Kate’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Every day?”

Lucy gave her a sheepish grin and shrugged.

“Lucy Tara,” Kate said, her voice sharp with concern, “what were you thinking? Eating pizza every day? That’s not taking care of yourself!”

Lucy bit her lip, looking slightly guilty as she slid her arms around Kate’s waist and leaned her head against her shoulder. “I know, I know,” she mumbled. Then she lifted her head and kissed Kate softly on the lips, a gentle apology. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll take better care of myself next time, I promise. But, hey, it’s not entirely my fault.”

“Oh, it’s not?” Kate asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

Lucy grinned cheekily. “Nope. You left me alone for way too long, and now I’m kind of used to you. So, if you care so much about my health, maybe next time don’t leave me for so long?”

Kate stared at her, half exasperated and half amused. “How,” she began, shaking her head, “did you manage to turn this around on me when you’re the one at fault?”

Lucy’s grin widened as she leaned in, brushing her lips against Kate’s in a quick kiss. “What can I say? Hidden talent, babe.”

Kate rolled her eyes, unable to suppress a smile. “You’re unbelievable.”

Lucy gently pushed Kate toward the bedroom. “Now, go get freshened up. I’ll figure out something for lunch.”

As Kate turned, Lucy gave her a playful slap on the ass.

Kate stopped mid-step and turned to glare at her.

Lucy met her gaze with an unapologetic smile. “Sorry, babe, but you’ve got a perfect ass. Now stop glaring at me! You know I can’t resist the angry Whistler.”

Kate groaned, her glare softening into a look of bemused disbelief.

“And,” Lucy continued, her voice teasing, “don’t blame me if I pull you straight into bed after a long trip without letting you freshen up. I know how much you hate that.”

Kate shook her head and turned back toward the bedroom. “God, Luce, you’re ridiculous.”

Lucy laughed, her voice full of affection. “Ridiculously in love with you, darlin'.”

After lunch, Kate and Lucy found themselves tangled together on the couch, their limbs entwined as they basked in the simple comfort of being close again. Kate leaned back against the cushions, her head resting lightly against Lucy’s, as her fingers absently traced circles on Lucy’s arm.

“So,” Kate began, her voice soft but teasing, “do you want to hear about my trip to D.C., or are you too busy being comfortable?”

Lucy grinned, tilting her head slightly to meet Kate’s eyes. “I’m multitasking. Go on, tell me. How did the new book stuff go?”

Kate chuckled. “It went well. Louise loved the first draft, but of course, she had notes—she always has notes. And after meeting you she has become more bossy.... Lucy laughed saying, "what have I done!!??" kate rolled her eyes saying, " well since meeting you she has realised that she could use your name and manipulate me into writing as many drafts as she needs so she keeps using your name saying , hey it's good kate dear but maybe lucy will not like it much you know you should be writing something to now target people like lucy who hates books... lucy was rolling with laughter hearing it, kate continued , "And you know how much I love having my work picked apart.”

Lucy stopped laughing and said knowingly. “Let me guess. You glared at her the entire time she spoke, and then afterward, went back to your hotel and ranted about how ‘you cannot write to the standards of people like us who feels books are everything else except reading.."

Kate gave her a playful shove. “Rude! But… not entirely wrong. Anyway, they’re pushing for a spring release, so it’s going to be a busy few months.” She hesitated, her voice softening. “I wish you could’ve been there with me.”

Lucy pressed a kiss to Kate’s temple. “You know I would’ve gone if I could. But hey, I had some fun here too. The case was intense, but we cracked it. And Ernie, Jesse, and Kai kept me distracted with way too much food and beer. I think I need to hit the gym just to recover.”

Kate smirked. “Oh, so you didn’t miss me at all, huh?”

Lucy’s grin widened as she shifted closer, resting her chin on Kate’s shoulder. “Nope, not at all,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I mean, I enjoyed hanging out with them, but…” Her tone softened, her teasing replaced with sincerity. “I missed you so much that I couldn’t bear coming home to an empty house. So, next time, maybe don’t leave me for so long, okay?”

Kate laughed, brushing a strand of Lucy’s hair behind her ear. “Okay, okay. We’ll think about it.”

Lucy’s playful expression returned as she suddenly pushed Kate deeper into the couch, straddling her lap with ease. “Oh, you’ll think about it?” she challenged, her hands sliding to Kate’s waist, her fingers dancing lightly along her sides. “You’ll leave me alone again?”

Kate’s breath hitched as Lucy’s touch sent shivers up her spine. She closed her eyes, her body already responding, and murmured, “Yes…” her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucy smirked, leaning in closer. “Then I guess I’ll have to find someone to keep me entertained if you’re gone again,” she teased, her fingers grazing Kate’s stomach.

Kate’s eyes snapped open, narrowing dangerously as she gripped Lucy’s hips and pulled her even closer. Her lips crushed against Lucy’s in a fierce, possessive kiss that left them both breathless. When she pulled back, her voice was low, but firm. “Don’t you dare, Lucy Tara.”

Lucy chuckled, her lips brushing against Kate’s collarbone. “But what will I do when I get bored at home?” she murmured, her mouth trailing down Kate’s neck.

Kate instinctively tilted her head, granting Lucy better access as her breath hitched. “Anything,” she managed between soft gasps, “but no looking elsewhere.”

Lucy smiled against Kate’s skin before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Her voice was a mix of adoration and teasing as she whispered, “Babe, I don’t think anyone could ever capture my heart like you have had ... I am your headache forever now..”

Their lips met again, the kiss deepening into something more passionate, more desperate. Lucy’s hands roamed freely over Kate’s body, and Kate’s fingers tangled in Lucy’s hair, pulling her impossibly closer. The soft sounds of their kisses filled the room, mingled with the occasional gasp or moan as Lucy found Kate’s weak spots, trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone.

Minutes blurred together as they lost themselves in each other. By the time they finally pulled apart, their breaths were heavy, their faces flushed. Kate shifted slightly, reaching for the throw pillow and tucking it under her head as she adjusted her position on the couch. Lucy, still sprawled on top of her, kissing kate's chest and closing her eyes her heartbeat lulling lucy to sleep ...

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The cozy silence of their nap was shattered by the insistent blaring of Lucy’s phone, its ringtone obnoxiously loud and unmistakable. Kate stirred first, groaning softly as she buried her face into Lucy’s neck. “Luce,” she mumbled sleepily, her voice muffled, “pick up your phone, please. And why on earth is it blasting *‘That’s My Best Friend’?*”

Lucy groaned in frustration, shifting slightly but making no move to grab the phone. “That’s Ernie’s fault,” she muttered, voice thick with sleep. “He set it up to annoy me.” Reluctantly, she reached for the phone on the coffee table, fumbling to answer it. “What do you want, Ern?” she grumbled, still half-asleep.

Ernie’s snickering came through the line loud and clear. “What did I do, interrupt your personal time with our favorite romantic novelist? Were you busy *drafting lovely kisses* for her?”

Lucy groaned again, this time louder. “Drop it, Ern. What do you want?”

“Okay, okay, no more teasing,” Ernie said, though Lucy could hear the amusement in his voice. “We’re all heading to the usual bar tonight. Thought I’d invite you and Kate to join us.”

Lucy turned her head to look at Kate, who was now propped up on her elbow, listening in with curiosity. “Ernie’s inviting us for drinks,” Lucy relayed.

Kate didn’t hesitate, smiling as she replied, “Of course, we’ll go.”

Lucy sighed into the phone. “You heard the lady. We’ll come.”

Ernie’s laugh was immediate. “Man, you are so whipped, my dear friend. So whipped.”

“Shut up,” Lucy retorted, ending the call before Ernie could say more. She tossed the phone onto the couch and turned to Kate, who was grinning at her.

“Well, I guess we should get ready,” Lucy said, trying to sound casual. “Maybe we can head out early, go to the beach for a bit before meeting everyone.”

Kate smirked, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You? The person who calls the ocean a death trap, suggesting a trip to the beach? Who are you, and what have you done with Lucy Tara?”

Lucy shrugged nonchalantly, though a small blush crept onto her cheeks. “What can I say? Kate Whistler, I think I can tolerate the ocean if it means spending time with you and seeing you so happy around all that water.”

Kate laughed, leaning forward to kiss Lucy softly. “So generous of you, Luce.”

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A couple of hours later, they were seated on a blanket spread across the sand, a thermos of coffee and a small box of snacks between them. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the water. The rhythmic sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

Kate was mid-story, animatedly recounting her failed attempt at an NCIS-themed joke, when Lucy threw her head back and laughed, the sound ringing out clear and carefree. She tilted her head slightly, catching movement from the corner of her eye. Her laughter quieted as her gaze landed on a man standing not far away, staring in their direction—staring at Kate.

Lucy’s entire demeanor shifted. Her arm snaked around Kate’s waist as she pulled her closer, wrapping her in a fierce hug. Kate, surprised by the sudden gesture, blinked up at her. “Luce? What’s wrong?”

Lucy shook her head, her tone casual but her grip firm. “Nothing, babe. Just… wanna feel you close to me.”

Kate raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “I’m already close, Luce.” Her voice softened as her gaze followed Lucy’s. “What’s over there?”

Lucy’s eyes darted back to the man, who quickly looked away, his posture stiff and awkward. “Just scanning the area,” Lucy said quickly, her cheeks slightly flushed. “For, uh, shady, shameless people. Nothing else.”

Kate smirked, clearly amused. “Was someone looking at me?” she teased, her voice lilting. “And it made you jealous?”

Lucy’s face grew warmer, but she shrugged nonchalantly. “No, babe. Why would I be jealous? I know you’re mine.”

Kate leaned in closer, her smirk turning mischievous. “Come on, Lucy Tara. Admit it. You were jealous.”

“I was not jealous,” Lucy insisted, though her voice wavered slightly. “I’m just… careful, that’s all. I don’t like people looking at you the wrong way.”

Kate laughed, leaning up to kiss her. “As you say, Luce. But don’t worry—I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

Lucy shook her head, her grin cheeky. “Never, babe. Lucy Tara does not get jealous, okay?”

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink, Lucy stood, brushing the sand off her jeans. “Alright, we should head out. They’re probably already there, and if we’re late again, they’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Kate accepted Lucy’s outstretched hand, standing with a playful smile. “We wouldn’t want them to tease my already jealous girlfriend, would we?”

Lucy huffed in mock annoyance as they walked toward the car. “I am not jealous.”

As they settled into the car, Lucy glanced in the rearview mirror and froze. The same man was standing nearby, his gaze fixed on them again. But just as quickly as she noticed him, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Kate, catching the slight tension in Lucy’s posture, smirked. “Shall we go, or do you need to stare into that mirror a bit longer?”

Lucy blinked, shaking her head as she started the car. “Let’s go.” But as they drove toward their favorite bar, the image of the man lingered in her mind, a faint unease settling in her chest.

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Lucy’s last few days had been a whirlwind of chaos. The latest NCIS case was proving to be one of those nightmare investigations—no witnesses, scattered evidence, and far too many suspects. The workload had kept her out from dawn until well past midnight. Kate, as always, tried to wait up for her, but Lucy would gently remind her not to stress and to get her rest. Still, the time apart was weighing on both of them, and today, Lucy decided to make up for it with a surprise lunch.

As Lucy parked near Kate’s office, she sent her a quick text: “Busy?”

Kate’s reply came within seconds. “Not really, just drafting a scene. Nothing major.”

“Good to know.” Lucy smirked as she pocketed her phone and headed inside.

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When Lucy knocked on Kate’s door, she barely had time to step back before it swung open. Kate stood there, her face lighting up with pure joy.

“Lucy! What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, immediately pulling Lucy into a tight hug. “I thought you were drowning in work.”

Lucy chuckled, returning the embrace and pressing a soft kiss to Kate’s temple. “I am. But I missed my beautiful girlfriend and decided to steal her for lunch.”

Kate laughed, her arms still around Lucy’s neck. “I kinda missed you too, Luce. And yes, lunch sounds perfect. Let’s go.”

Their usual lunch spot wasn’t a fancy restaurant or anything grand, but a charming food cart by the beach. It was simple, quiet, and a place that held many fond memories for them. As Lucy went to place their order, Kate found a bench under a tree and settled down, enjoying the gentle breeze.

She wasn’t alone for long. A young woman approached her hesitantly, clutching a book close to her chest.

“Ms. Whistler?” she said, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’m a huge fan! Would you please sign this?”

Kate smiled warmly, taking the book and flipping to the title page. “Of course,” she said, signing her name with a quick flourish.

The woman began to gush about Kate’s writing, her voice growing animated as she asked about her upcoming projects. Kate nodded politely, offering a few non-committal answers, but she couldn’t help the smirk tugging at her lips when she noticed Lucy returning, her expression instantly hardening at the sight of the woman.

Lucy walked up to them and slipped her arm around Kate’s waist, pulling her closer. “Lunch will be ready soon, babe,” she said, her voice casual but her eyes fixed on the fan.

Kate suppressed a laugh, biting her lip. “Okay,” she said, leaning into Lucy just enough to appease her.

The fan quickly took the hint and thanked Kate for her time before scurrying off. The moment she was out of earshot, Kate burst out laughing.

“Lucy Tara, are you seriously jealous of my fans now?”

Lucy flushed, glancing away. “I’m not jealous,” she mumbled. “I just told you yesterday some fans can be crazy. I was looking out for you.”

“Right.” Kate grinned teasingly. “And glaring daggers at her was all part of that, huh?”

Lucy shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. “What? I can’t hold my girlfriend now?”

“Of course, you can,” Kate said, leaning closer. “Just maybe do it without trying to intimidate innocent fans.”

Lucy sighed but smiled. “I just wanted her to know you’re off-limits.”

Kate’s teasing expression softened as she looked around to make sure no one was watching before leaning in to kiss Lucy gently. “You’re adorable when you’re possessive, you know that?”

Lucy’s cheeks warmed, but she returned the kiss without hesitation.

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They ate their lunch laughing and sharing stories, the stress of the week melting away. But as usual, their peaceful moment was interrupted by Lucy’s phone buzzing incessantly.

Lucy sighed, reluctantly checking the caller ID. “I gotta go, babe. Work calls.”

Kate smiled, reaching out to touch Lucy’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll be waiting at home tonight. I’ll even cook something for us.”

Lucy’s smile widened. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Of course, I do,” Kate teased. “Now come on, drop me off at my office before you head back.”

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When they arrived at Kate’s office, Lucy parked and turned to her, pulling her into a tight hug. “Bye, babe. I love you.”

Kate hugged her back, her lips brushing against Lucy’s earlobe. “Luce,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “next time, if you want everyone to know I’m taken, maybe try a ring. It works.”

Lucy froze, her heart skipping a beat about what kate said. Kate slipped out of the car. She turned once she was inside, waving with a knowing smirk.

Still dazed, Lucy managed to wave back, her thoughts spinning. When Kate was out of sight, Lucy leaned her head against the steering wheel with a smile.

“God, Lucy Tara,” she muttered to herself, “you’d better start planning your proposal before she beats you to it.”

As Lucy started the car, a frown replaced her smile. From the rearview mirror, she spotted a familiar face—the man from the beach, and then the bar, loitering near Kate’s office. Her agent instincts flared as unease crept in, but her phone buzzed again, Jesse’s name flashing on the screen.

Shaking off her thoughts, Lucy answered. “On my way.”

She drove off, her mind briefly distracted by the case, but a nagging feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Something about that man didn’t sit right.

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The night was quiet when Lucy returned home, the exhaustion of the day weighing on her as she opened the door to their cozy living room. The soft glow of a dimly lit lamp bathed the space in a warm hue, and her eyes immediately fell on Kate, asleep on the couch with a book resting in her lap. Lucy paused, her breath catching as she took in the sight—Kate looked so serene, so utterly beautiful in the soft light.

A pang of guilt tugged at Lucy’s chest. She’d run late again, missing the dinner Kate had lovingly prepared. It wasn’t intentional, but her NCIS job was relentless. She sighed, quietly stepping closer, and carefully slid the book from Kate’s lap. Leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to Kate’s temple, smiling as she saw Kate’s lips curve into a small smile even in her sleep.

“Kate, baby, let’s go sleep inside,” Lucy whispered, nudging her gently.

Kate murmured groggily, her words unintelligible as she shifted slightly. Lucy chuckled softly, thinking how this strict, no-nonsense, and meticulously organized writer could turn into a sleepy, childlike bundle of cuteness at night. “Kate, come on, let’s go,” she coaxed again, her voice tender.

This time, Kate half-mumbled, “No… eat…” as she lazily pointed toward the kitchen.

It took Lucy a moment to realize Kate was insisting she eat the dinner waiting for her. A warm smile spread across Lucy’s face at the thoughtfulness of her girlfriend, even in her half-asleep state. “Yes, I’ll eat,” Lucy reassured her, “but only after I get you to bed.”

With gentle care, Lucy helped the groggy Kate up, guiding her into their bedroom. She tucked her into bed, adjusting the covers and pressing a soft kiss to Kate’s forehead before heading to freshen up. Once changed into something comfortable, Lucy made her way to the kitchen, reheating the dinner Kate had prepared. She ate slowly, her thoughts drifting back to that morning when Kate had teased her about proposing.

Lucy chuckled to herself, imagining the over-the-top, swoon-worthy proposals Kate wrote for her rom-coms. “Kate Whistler, you write the cheesiest stuff,” she murmured aloud, “but I’ll make sure you’ve never even imagined the way I’m going to propose to you.” A mischievous grin spread across her face. “But first, I need a plan—and a ring. And most importantly…” She paused, thinking. “I need your ring size.”

Her gaze turned toward the bedroom, a playful determination sparking in her eyes. “You’re asleep, so you won’t even know,” Lucy whispered to herself as she finished her last bite. “Perfect time to find out.”

Lucy crept into the bedroom like a stealthy agent on a mission. Kate was deeply asleep, her breathing soft and even. Lucy approached the bed, eyeing Kate’s left hand. “This should be easy,” she thought, reaching out to gently take Kate’s hand.

But just as Lucy’s fingers brushed Kate’s, Kate shifted, rolling over and taking her hand with her. Lucy froze, her heart skipping a beat. “Okay, Whistler, playing hard to get even in your sleep?” she muttered under her breath.

She tried again, this time carefully lifting Kate’s hand. Just as she was about to check Kate’s finger size against her own, Kate mumbled something unintelligible and swatted Lucy’s hand away, pulling the covers tightly around herself.

Lucy bit back a laugh. “Really, Kate? You’re giving me hard time even when you are asleep.” She tried again, this time more determined. She slipped her hand under the covers and gently took hold of Kate’s hand. Success! But as she lifted it, Kate stirred and, without warning, wrapped her arm tightly around Lucy’s waist, pulling her onto the bed.

Lucy landed with a soft oof, face-to-face with her sleeping girlfriend. “Great,” she muttered sarcastically. “Now I’m trapped.”

Carefully, she wiggled free, resorting to using a piece of string she had grabbed earlier to measure Kate’s finger. This time, she managed to loop it around Kate’s ring finger without waking her, mentally noting the size before Kate shifted again, this time throwing her arm over Lucy’s shoulder.

Lucy stifled a laugh as she extricated herself once more. “Finally!” she whispered triumphantly as she tiptoed away. She slipped the string into her pocket and stood over Kate, shaking her head fondly. “You’re impossible, but I love you.”

She slid into bed beside Kate, pulling her close and kissing her temple softly. “I can’t believe how much I had to wrestle just to get your ring size. You’re like a ninja in your sleep,” she whispered with a smile. “But I got it. Now, Kate Whistler, get ready to be swept off your feet.”

Satisfied and excited, Lucy closed her eyes, her thoughts already racing with plans for the perfect proposal. Hugging Kate tightly, she kissed her temple one last time before drifting into a peaceful sleep, her heart full and her mind brimming with ideas.

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Lucy Tara had been on edge all morning, stealing glances at the clock in the bullpen while trying to focus on the latest case details. Her thoughts, however, kept wandering to Kate—her radiant smile, her laugh, her meticulous way of organizing even the most chaotic situations. And then there was the memory of Kate’s teasing from the previous day: "Next time, if you want everyone to know I’m taken, maybe try a ring…" The words had been lighthearted, but they stayed with Lucy, sparking a determination she couldn't ignore.

When her lunch break finally rolled around, she grabbed Ernie and practically dragged him out of the office.

“Luce, where are we going? I’ve got an important algorithm to tweak!” Ernie protested, though his curiosity was piqued.

“We’re going to buy a ring,” Lucy announced firmly, pulling him toward her car.

Ernie’s eyebrows shot up, and he grinned mischievously. “A ring? As in the ring? For Kate? Oh, this is big! This is massive!”

“Shut up,” Lucy said, her cheeks flushing as she started the car. “And yes, the ring. So don’t mess this up for me.”

Ernie chuckled, already enjoying himself. “Oh, Luce, you’ve chosen the right guy. I’m like your fairy god-teammate for this. Let’s go find the sparkliest, fanciest, most wallet-draining ring Hawaii has to offer.”

-----

The pair arrived at one of the most exclusive jewelry stores in Honolulu, its glossy exterior and elegant signage exuding wealth and sophistication. Lucy hesitated at the entrance, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her. The place looked like it was meant for royalty, not for a scrappy NCIS agent.

The sleek, golden lettering on the glass doors seemed to mock her casual attire and messy bun. Memories from her teenage years flickered in her mind—trips to stores just like this with her mother and sister in Dallas. Back then, she’d hated every moment, sulking in the corner while her sister twirled in front of mirrors and her mother debated between necklaces.

But those experiences hadn’t been wasted. She’d learned how to move in these spaces, how to spot true quality, and, most importantly, how to navigate conversations with salespeople who could smell uncertainty a mile away.

Now, as she stood before the store, she realized just how far she’d come from that world. She’d traded it all—luxury, designer clothes, an easy life—for the gritty, demanding, yet fulfilling career she loved. And yet, here she was, stepping back into a life she’d long left behind.

“This place screams not for normal people,” Ernie said from beside her, breaking her train of thought. He was staring at the store with wide eyes, pulling at his NCIS hoodie like he might be asked to leave for not meeting the dress code. “Seriously, Luce, this place doesn’t just whisper ‘expensive’; it’s screaming it from the rooftops.”

Lucy sighed and reached into her wallet, pulling out her sleek black credit card. She held it up with a smirk. “I know. And trust me, I hate these places. But if I want the best for Kate, this is exactly where I’ll find it.”

Ernie took the card from her hand, inspecting it dramatically. “Well, Agent Tara, I’ve gotta say, this baby looks like it could buy a small country. And here you are using it for love. Let’s go, Romeo. Let’s find the ring before I start feeling too underdressed to even breathe in there.”

Lucy laughed, shaking her head as they walked inside, her nerves replaced by determination.

Inside, the store was as elegant as Lucy had expected. Bright spotlights glinted off every surface, highlighting cases of sparkling diamonds and gold. A well-dressed man with a polished smile greeted them, his gaze lingering for a moment on Ernie’s hoodie before settling on Lucy.

“Good afternoon. How may I assist you today?” the man asked in a tone so smooth it was almost rehearsed.

Lucy took a steadying breath. “I’m looking for an engagement ring.”

Ernie immediately leaned closer to Lucy and whispered, “Careful, Luce. This guy looks like he charges for breathing his air.”

Lucy smothered a laugh and shot him a warning look, but the man pretended not to hear.

“Of course. Do you have something specific in mind, or would you like me to show you some of our most popular options?”

Ernie leaned closer, whispering loudly enough for the man to hear, “She means something that’ll make her girlfriend cry happy tears and blow her budget.”

Lucy elbowed him, and the man smiled indulgently. “Of course. Let me show you some of our finest pieces.”

As the man began placing rings on the counter, Lucy’s anxiety grew. Nothing seemed quite right. There was a simple diamond band that felt too plain, a flashy ring that didn’t suit Kate’s understated elegance, and another that was beautiful but lacked the warmth Lucy associated with Kate.

Ernie, sensing her frustration, started cracking jokes to lighten the mood. “Hey, Luce, do you think this guy gets paid in diamonds? He’s got that ‘I sleep on a bed of money’ vibe.”

Lucy huffed out a laugh, grateful for his attempt to keep her calm. “Ernie, focus. This is serious.”

“I am focused,” he said, mock-offended. “But seriously, Luce, you’re overthinking. Close your eyes and imagine Kate. Think about what she’d love. You’ll know the right one when you see it.”

Lucy exhaled deeply, letting his words sink in. She closed her eyes, picturing Kate’s face—the way her brown eyes lit up when she was happy, the way she scrunched her nose when deep in thought, the way she smiled at Lucy as if she were the only person in the world. When she opened her eyes, her gaze landed on a ring she hadn’t noticed before.

It was perfect—a vintage-inspired design with a delicate platinum band. At its center was an oval-cut diamond, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds that gave it an ethereal glow. The setting was intricate, yet not overly ornate—just the right balance of elegance and charm.

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat. This was it. This was Kate.

She pointed to the ring. “That one. Do you have it in size six and a half?”

The man behind the counter smiled. “You’re in luck. We have this exact piece in that size.” He retrieved the ring and placed it on a velvet tray for Lucy to examine up close.

Ernie let out a low whistle, leaning in to get a better look. “Whoa, Luce. That’s a stunner. Fancy, beautiful, expensive—exactly what Kate deserves. You’ve outdone yourself.”

Lucy smiled, a mixture of relief and excitement bubbling up. “Thanks, Ern. But remember, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you’re dead.”

Ernie held up his hands in mock defense. “My lips are sealed, Agent Tara. Now let’s hurry up before this place bankrupts me just by association.”

As they exited the store, Lucy handed the ring box to the clerk to wrap discreetly. While they waited, she turned to Ernie.

“Kate said to me that if I want everyone to know she’s taken, I should try a ring,” Lucy said, her voice soft with emotion.

Ernie grinned. “Well, I’d say mission accomplished. But now the hard part starts—figuring out how to propose.”

Lucy nodded, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Don’t worry. I will figure out a few ideas. Kate Whistler writes the cheesiest rom-com proposals, but I’m going to give her something so unforgettable, she’ll never see it coming.”

Ernie laughed. “Now that I’ve gotta see. Let’s go. Your treat, right?”

Lucy rolled her eyes, but her heart was lighter as they walked to the nearest diner. Her pocket held the perfect ring, and her mind was already racing with plans to sweep Kate off her feet.

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Returning to NCIS after lunch, Lucy found herself unable to concentrate. She sat at her desk, her foot tapping incessantly, and her fingers drumming lightly on her keyboard. Her gaze kept drifting to the fake stationary drawer where she’d hidden the ring box amidst her stash of snacks.

Jane Tennant, ever observant, watched Lucy fidget for a good twenty minutes before finally addressing her. “Alright, Luce, what’s going on?”

Lucy snapped her head up. “Nothing, boss,” she said quickly, sitting up straighter.

Jane wasn’t convinced. She crossed her arms and fixed Lucy with her signature motherly glare. “Tell me the truth. Now.”

At that moment, Jesse and Kai entered the bullpen, fresh from questioning witnesses. Kai raised an eyebrow at the tension in the air. “What’s going on, boss?”

Jane glanced at them and shrugged. “Nothing much. Lucy’s just been distracted since lunch, and I’m trying to figure out why.”

Lucy groaned, realizing she couldn’t dodge this anymore. She glanced around to make sure most of the team had left for the evening. Seeing the coast was clear, she sighed deeply and reached for her fake stationary drawer. Pulling it open, she slid aside some pens and sticky notes, revealing the box she’d hidden underneath her bag of pretzels.

The room went silent as Lucy placed the small velvet box on the desk. Jane, Jesse, and Kai all stared at it, their eyes widening in realization.

Jane was the first to react. She picked up the box, opened it, and let out a soft gasp. The light caught the exquisite diamond ring, making it sparkle brilliantly. “Lucy,” Jane whispered, her tone warm and full of admiration. She passed the box to Jesse, who, along with Kai, immediately broke into wide grins.

“Holy crap, Luce!” Jesse said, whistling as he handed the box to Kai. “This is huge.”

“You’re proposing to Kate?” Kai added, his grin stretching ear to ear.

Before Lucy could respond, Jesse and Kai both pulled her into a group hug, cheering and patting her back. Their antics drew a rare laugh from Jane, who stood by with an affectionate smile.

“Oh my God, Luce,” Jesse said, his voice muffled by the hug. “This is amazing. And this ring? Damn, you really outdid yourself. It’s beautiful!”

Kai nodded enthusiastically. “Kate’s going to love it. And you’re going to be officially off the market. About time!”

Lucy laughed, trying to fend them off. “Okay, okay, give me some space! Let me talk!”

Once they released her, Jane stepped forward and wrapped Lucy in a warm hug. “Lucy, I’m so proud of you. This is such a big step, and I know Kate is going to say yes. The ring is perfect for her—elegant, classy, and timeless.”

Lucy exhaled, the nervous tension finally easing a little. “You really think she’ll love it?”

Jane chuckled. “Luce, any woman would fall in love with this ring. But more importantly, Kate loves you. This is going to mean the world to her.”

Lucy smiled, her relief evident. “Thanks, boss. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I kept worrying I’d scare her off or that it was too soon. It’s only been a year since we moved in together.”

Jesse and Kai exchanged knowing smirks. “Sounds like someone’s overthinking,” Kai teased.

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Maybe. But then last night, Kate joked about scaring off her fans and said if I wanted people to know she’s mine, I should just try a ring.”

Jesse laughed. “And that’s all it took? You’re so possessive, Luce.”

Kai joined in. “Totally. Classic jealous Lucy.”

" I am not jealous ok, just careful ", Lucy said as she smacked both of them lightly on the arms, making Jane chuckle.

“Anyway,” Lucy continued, “that comment got me thinking. If Kate’s ready to joke about it, maybe she’s ready for the real thing. So, I decided now’s the time. But...” She paused and looked at the three of them, her face turning serious. “I need your help.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow. “Help with what?”

Lucy leaned forward, her grin turning mischievous. “You all know Kate writes the cheesiest, most over-the-top proposals in her rom-coms, right?”

Jane nodded knowingly, while Jesse and Kai stifled their laughter.

“Well,” Lucy said, her grin widening, “I want to give her something she’d never imagine. Something unique, something unforgettable. I want to outdo every proposal she’s ever written.”

Jane raised an eyebrow. “That’s a tall order, Lucy. Kate’s novels have some seriously elaborate proposals.”

Lucy shrugged, her confidence returning. “We’re federal agents, aren’t we? If anyone can plan something creative, it’s us.”

Jesse and Kai high-fived. “Challenge accepted!” Jesse said.

Kai added, “You can count on us, Luce. We’re going to make this proposal epic.”

Jane smiled warmly. “Of course we’ll help. That’s what family does. Now, let’s wrap up this case quickly so we can focus on planning the proposal of the decade.”

Lucy laughed, feeling a wave of gratitude for her team. “Thanks, guys. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

She looked down at the ring one more time before carefully putting it away. As she did, her mind was already racing with ideas. The sooner they closed this case, the sooner she could start planning. And Kate Whistler? She had no idea what was coming.

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The day had been relentless, with Lucy, Jesse, Kai, and the team working tirelessly to close the case. With Ernie's brilliant tech skills finally uncovering a critical clue linking their suspect to the crime scene, the team knew they had their chance to apprehend him.

Jesse, Kai, and Lucy set off to the suspect’s house. But as soon as the man saw them approach, he bolted out the back door. Without hesitation, Lucy sprinted after him, her speed unmatched as she weaved through the streets, dodging pedestrians and cars alike.

Her focus was razor-sharp, her eyes locked on the fleeing man. She leaped over a trash can, narrowly avoided a cyclist, and ducked under a low-hanging sign. At one point, she didn’t even register the shiny black car stopped at a red light—Kate’s car. Lucy vaulted over the hood with perfect precision, barely breaking stride.

Inside the car, Kate’s jaw dropped as she watched her girlfriend slide across her hood like an action movie star. "What the hell?" she gasped, seeing Lucy dodge more vehicles and jump over a parked scooter as Jesse and Kai followed, shouting for her to be careful.

As soon as the light turned green, Kate quickly made a turn and parked near a hotel. Her heart pounded as she pulled out her phone, immediately dialing Jane.

“Jane, what is going on? I just saw Lucy jumping over cars—and my car—chasing someone, with Jesse and Kai running after her!”

Jane sighed, trying to stay calm for Kate’s sake. “I know, Kate. Just breathe, okay? They’re after a suspect. And don’t worry, Lucy will be fine. She always is.”

Kate huffed, still frazzled. “That woman is going to give me a heart attack one day,” she muttered.

Jane chuckled softly. “Why don’t you come to the office and wait here? I’m sure they’ll be back soon.”

Kate agreed, parking and heading to NCIS. She paced anxiously for half an hour, sitting at Lucy’s desk but unable to stay still for long. Finally, the elevator doors dinged open, and she saw Lucy step out, looking slightly out of breath but grinning triumphantly. Jesse and Kai followed, equally winded but clearly pleased with their success.

Kate shot up from Lucy’s desk, her heart both relieved and still racing. As soon as Lucy saw her, her smile widened, and she walked straight into Kate’s arms, hugging her tightly.

“Kate! I didn’t know you’d be here. This is a nice surprise,” Lucy said, her voice filled with affection.

Kate hugged her back, holding on longer than usual. “Well, I was heading here to pick you up. But instead, I got the shock of my life watching you slide over the hood of my car while chasing a suspect. Yet again, you’ve proven I should never try to surprise you.”

Lucy blinked, then looked sheepish. “Wait—that was your car? Oh… uh, sorry, babe. I didn’t really notice whose car it was. There were a lot of cars.”

Jesse and Kai burst into laughter. “Apparently, Lucy thought it was better to jump over cars than walk around them!” Kai teased.

Jane, now standing nearby, chimed in with mock sternness. “Luce, don’t you dare pull stunts like that again. Do you know how much chaos you caused?”

Lucy shrugged, a little guilty but still smiling. “Sorry, boss. Had to do what I had to do to catch that bastard.”

Kate shook her head, her worry evident as she cupped Lucy’s cheek. “Lucy Tara, don’t ever do that again.”

Lucy smiled, leaning in to kiss Kate’s cheek. “No promises, babe.”

Everyone laughed at Lucy’s cheeky response. Just then, Ernie walked into the bullpen, his excitement palpable. “Luce! Oh my God, you were like a superhero today! I’m impressed. All that dedication—you just had to finish the case ASAP so you could—”

Ernie froze mid-sentence as his eyes landed on Kate, who was staring at him with a raised eyebrow, and Lucy, glaring daggers at him. His enthusiasm faltered. “Uh… so you could… uh… plan that trek you were asking me about?”

Kate’s curiosity piqued as she looked at Lucy. “Luce, you want to go on a trek?”

Lucy’s glare at Ernie intensified, but she softened when she turned to Kate. “Yeah, babe. I know how much you love nature and trekking, so I thought maybe we could go together.”

Kate beamed, her eyes lighting up. She leaned in and kissed Lucy. “You’re the best, Luce! I’m so excited. Let’s go home and plan it!” Turning to Jane, she added, “Jane, please, please, can Lucy have tomorrow off? Just one day?”

Jane, trying not to laugh at Lucy’s predicament, nodded. “Of course, Kate. She’s all yours. The case is closed, and the boys can handle the paperwork.”

Lucy shot her boss a look of pure betrayal, but Jane simply smirked.

As Kate and Lucy walked out, Jesse turned to Ernie, shaking his head. “You are so dead.”

Kai laughed loudly. “Seriously, Ernie. You’d better find a new job—and maybe a new planet—if you want to survive.”

Jane chuckled as she returned to her office. “Poor Lucy. But at least the secret is still safe. Now, go home and get some rest. Tomorrow, we’ll wrap up the paperwork and start planning something.”

The team shared a laugh, already imagining Lucy’s trek adventure and how she’d manage to keep her surprise proposal under wraps.

Chapter Text

Kate Whistler was a woman on a mission, and that mission was to turn a casual idea into an unforgettable adventure. After Lucy had offhandedly suggested they go trekking, Kate’s inner planner had taken the reins. By the time Lucy had gone to bed the previous night, Kate was still up, poring over maps, online reviews, and blogs about the best trekking trails in Hawaii.

The Makapuʻu Lighthouse Trail stood out. It was the perfect combination of manageable and scenic—a win for Kate, who loved nature, and for Lucy, who most certainly did not. By midnight, Kate had finalized her color-coded plan, complete with an Excel sheet detailing their snacks, rest stops, and even emergency contingencies.

When Lucy woke up the next morning, she was less than thrilled about the idea.

“Lucy,” Kate called, her voice chipper and full of excitement. She gently shook Lucy’s shoulder, trying to wake her.

Lucy groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow. “No. Go away. I’m canceling this madness.”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Kate said firmly. “You promised me. And you were the one who brought it up in the first place!”

“I was joking!” Lucy mumbled, peeking at Kate with one eye.

Kate smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Lucy’s temple. “Well, you’re not joking now. Get up, or I’ll drag you out myself.”

With a dramatic groan, Lucy sat up, her hair a wild mess of dark curls. “Why are you so excited to climb rocks and walk through forests? Seriously, you’re like a kid on Christmas morning.”

Kate grinned. “Because it’s fun! And I’ve already packed everything, so all you need to do is get dressed. Come on!”

Lucy flopped back onto the bed muttering under her breath. " I’m going to kill Ernie for this.”

Kate chuckled, rolling her eyes as she headed to the kitchen. “Leave Ernie alone. He didn’t force you to make promises you wouldn’t keep.” Little did she know why is lucy enduring this death .... 

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With coffee in hand and Kate’s unrelenting enthusiasm pushing her forward, Lucy eventually got ready. She emerged from the bedroom in comfortable hiking gear, still grumbling under her breath. Kate, on the other hand, was practically glowing.

“You look cute,” Lucy muttered, eyeing Kate’s khaki shorts and snug-fitting shirt. The baseball cap perched on her head only added to the look.

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Flattery won’t get you out of this, Lucy Tara. Now, let’s go.”

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The drive to the Makapuʻu Lighthouse Trail was filled with Kate’s excited chatter. She pointed out landmarks, shared random trivia about Hawaii’s history, and even tried to engage Lucy in guessing games about the plants they might see on the trail. Lucy, still half-asleep, managed a few sarcastic replies, which only made Kate laugh.

When they arrived at the trailhead, Lucy stepped out of the car and immediately shielded her eyes from the sun. “Great. It’s bright. And hot.”

Kate rolled her eyes, grabbing Lucy’s hand. “Stop complaining. You’ll love it once we start.”

“Doubtful,” Lucy muttered, but she followed Kate anyway.

---

The trail was as beautiful as Kate had promised. The gentle incline wound through patches of wildflowers and shrubs, with the ocean stretching endlessly in the distance. Kate was in her element, pointing out different plants and sharing their names as they walked.

“Did you know this is ʻilima? It’s the state flower of Oʻahu,” Kate said, crouching down to examine a bright yellow bloom.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “You’re such a nerd.”

Kate grinned. “And you love it.”

Lucy couldn’t argue with that. She found herself smiling despite her earlier reluctance, mostly because of how happy Kate looked.

---

As they reached a scenic viewpoint, Kate stopped and pulled out her phone to take pictures. “Look at that view, Luce. Isn’t it incredible?”

Lucy glanced at the ocean below, the waves crashing against the cliffs. “Yeah, it’s nice,” she admitted. “But not as incredible as you in those shorts.”

Kate rolled her eyes but blushed, her smile widening. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Lucy teased, leaning in to kiss Kate’s cheek.

Kate laughed, shaking her head. “Come on. There’s a better spot up ahead.”

---

At the next rest stop, they sat on a bench overlooking the ocean to eat lunch. Kate had packed sandwiches, fruit, and granola bars, along with plenty of water.

“This isn’t so bad,” Lucy said between bites.

Kate beamed. “See? I told you it would be fun.”

Lucy leaned back, watching Kate animatedly talk about the lighthouse they could see in the distance. She wasn’t really listening; she was too busy marveling at Kate’s enthusiasm.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Lucy said suddenly.

Kate blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Lucy smirked. “You heard me. You’re amazing. The planning, the energy, the nerdy facts—it’s all pretty adorable.”

Kate blushed, shaking her head. “You’re just trying to butter me up.”

“Is it working?” Lucy asked, leaning in closer.

Kate grinned. “Maybe.”

Lucy took that as an invitation, pressing her lips to Kate’s in a soft but lingering kiss. Kate melted into it, her hand resting on Lucy’s knee. When they finally pulled apart, Kate laughed softly.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she said.

Lucy smirked. “I know.”

---

The rest of the trek was filled with more lighthearted teasing and playful banter. At one point, Lucy tripped over a rock, and Kate had to catch her.

“You okay?” Kate asked, concerned.

“Yeah,” Lucy grumbled. “Just trying to keep up with your boundless energy.”

Kate laughed. “Come on, you’re doing great. We’re almost at the top.”

When they finally reached the summit, the view took Lucy’s breath away. The ocean sparkled under the afternoon sun, and the islands in the distance looked like something out of a postcard.

“Okay,” Lucy admitted. “This is pretty amazing.”

Kate smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I told you.”

Lucy pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You were right. But don’t get used to hearing that.”

Kate laughed, leaning her head against Lucy’s shoulder. “Deal.”

---

As they drove home later that day, Lucy was exhausted but surprisingly content. She glanced over at Kate, who was humming along to the radio, looking completely at ease.

“Maybe this trekking thing isn’t so bad,” Lucy said, surprising herself.

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Lucy smirked. “Yeah. Nut still don't make it a habit ok... i am not fan of outdoor activities...”

Kate laughed, reaching over to squeeze Lucy’s hand. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” Lucy said, grinning.

Kate just smiled, her heart full as they made their way home, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening together.

After returning home, Lucy barely made it past the living room before collapsing face-first onto the bed. As an NCIS agent, she could chase down suspects, endure grueling workouts, and even run a marathon if needed. But trekking? That was apparently her kryptonite. Her muscles ached in places she didn’t even know could ache, and her legs felt like jelly.

Kate, however, was an entirely different story. She was radiant, practically glowing with energy. Her blonde hair was slightly windswept, her cheeks flushed from the sun, and her smile hadn’t left her face since they’d returned.

Lucy groaned into the pillow as she heard Kate’s cheerful voice calling from the hallway.

“Lucy, come on. You can’t stay in bed all night.”

“I’m not getting up, Whistler,” Lucy grumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow. “No matter what.”

Kate leaned against the bedroom doorframe, her arms crossed and a playful smirk on her lips. “I can’t believe you’re this exhausted. You’re a federal agent! You’re supposed to be fit.”

Lucy turned her head slightly, glaring at Kate. “I am fit. I could outrun anyone, work out for three hours straight, but this… this trekking nonsense is something else.”

Kate laughed, shaking her head. “See, this is why I keep telling you not to eat so many snacks. You need to have healthy food, Luce. Balance is key.”

Lucy rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’ve had your fun. Enough with the lectures. I had a sandwich and those cardboard-tasting granola bars you packed. Now, please, for the love of everything good, order something edible.”

Kate narrowed her eyes. “Those granola bars are high-energy and nutritious. Much better than the cookies and chips you insist on keeping in the pantry.”

Lucy groaned again, burying her face back into the pillow. “Well, cookies don’t taste like cardboard. Now, please, just order something and come here.”

Kate sighed but couldn’t hide her amusement. She grabbed her phone, placed an order for pizza and garlic bread, and returned to the bedroom. As soon as she lay down, Lucy immediately snuggled up beside her, resting her head on Kate’s shoulder.

Kate smiled softly, wrapping her arms around Lucy. She opened her phone and began scrolling through the photos they’d taken that day.

“Look,” Kate said, pointing at one of the shots. “This one’s really good. The ocean in the background is so clear.”

Lucy hummed, her eyes half-closed. She murmured a few responses, but before long, Kate realized Lucy wasn’t paying attention. She glanced down to find her girlfriend fast asleep, her soft snores filling the room.

Kate chuckled quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to Lucy’s temple. “My bundle of energy is all worn out,” she whispered, her heart swelling with affection.

Kate gazed at Lucy, studying her peaceful expression. It was in moments like these that Kate felt her love for Lucy most acutely. She knew Lucy hated trekking, hated the idea of trudging through forests and climbing rocks. But Lucy had endured it all for her—just to make her happy. The thought filled Kate with warmth and an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

She brushed a strand of dark curly hair from Lucy’s face, her smile fading slightly as a memory surfaced. Trekking had been something Kate and Noah used to do together. It was their shared escape, a time to bond and laugh. She’d wanted to share that with Lucy, the most important person in her life now, to create new memories tied to those old ones.

Kate let out a soft sigh, her smile returning. She knew better than to wake Lucy now. Carefully, she tucked the blanket around her sleeping girlfriend and slipped out of bed. She retrieved the pizza and garlic bread when the delivery arrived, placing it in the fridge for later.

Returning to the bedroom, Kate climbed back into bed and slid under the covers. She wrapped her arms around Lucy, pulling her close and feeling her warmth.

Today was one of the best days of her life, Kate thought as she closed her eyes. And as long as Lucy was by her side, she knew the best days were still ahead.

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Lucy woke up to an empty bed, her limbs still aching from the trek the day before. She groaned, stretching her sore muscles as she squinted at the clock. It was already late morning.

“Saturday,” she muttered, and then it hit her. Kate’s surfing day.

She couldn’t believe it. After all the hiking, climbing, and energy spent yesterday, Kate had somehow managed to drag herself out of bed, grab her board, and head straight into what Lucy referred to as “the endless death trap”—the ocean.

Lucy sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. “She’s a machine,” she murmured as she reached for her phone on the nightstand.

Unlocking it, Lucy noticed a new group chat notification. She groaned audibly when she saw the group name: “Best Proposal of the Century.”

“Oh, for the love of…” she muttered, opening the chat. Sure enough, it was filled with teasing messages. Ernie was undoubtedly the mastermind behind this.

The latest messages had her rolling her eyes:

Jesse: “So, Lucy, how’s the trekking soreness? Worth it to keep the surprise alive?”

Kai: “If you delay the proposal, we’ll find another trek. Or maybe swimming lessons. You know Kate loves the ocean…”

Ernie: “You know it’ll all be worth it, Luce. Admit it—you had fun!”

Lucy typed furiously: 😡😡“Ernie, you’re going to suffer. Enough with the teasing. Let’s get serious. I’ll call Tennant and ask her to keep Kate busy today. We’ll meet at Kai’s dad’s restaurant to discuss the plan.”

Ernie responded almost instantly: “Sorry, Luce. But hey, you had fun, right?”😐😐😐

Lucy groaned but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

---

Kate had just finished an exhilarating surf session with Kai and Jesse. She was glowing, her hair slightly damp from the ocean spray, and her smile was contagious.

Kai grinned as he paddled his board closer to her. “So, Kate, how was the trekking yesterday?”

“Oh, it was perfect,” Kate said, beaming. “Lucy was grumpy most of the time, but I know she secretly enjoyed it.” She pulled her phone out of her bag and showed them some of the photos from the hike.

Jesse laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, she enjoyed it because it was with you. Lucy could probably enjoy anything if you were there.”

Kai burst out laughing as Kate blushed, tucking her phone back into her bag. “Well, I’d better get going,” she said. “I don’t want to keep Lucy waiting. Besides, I promised her a good breakfast to make up for dragging her on the trek.”

Kai teased, “Yeah, go on, wouldn’t want a hungry Lucy on your hands.”

As Lucy scrolled through the group chat again, a message from Jesse popped up:

Jesse: “We saw the photos, Lucy. You enjoyed it. Maybe you should thank Ernie.”😜😜

Ernie: “I also want to see the photos! Lucy, share them.”😩😩

Lucy fired back: “No way.”😏

Ernie replied: “Fine. I’ll ask Kate.”😎😎

Lucy groaned, typing quickly: “I’ll tell her not to give them to you.”

Ernie: 😡😡😡😡

kai: 😂😂😂😂

Kai then added: “Enough, Lucy. Come to the restaurant soon, okay?”

Lucy replied with a thumbs-up and immediately called Tennant.

“Good morning, Luce,” Jane answered. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, boss,” Lucy said. “I need a favor. Can you keep Kate busy today? Call her over to your house or something. I need time to plan.”

Jane chuckled knowingly. “Of course, Luce. I’ll call her right away. But are you sure you’ll manage with the boys?”

Lucy laughed. “No way, but I’ll hear their ideas and then come to you for help. And besides, you’re the only one who can keep Kate busy.”

Jane smiled. “No problem. Call me if you need anything. Julie’s got some homework to work on, and Kate won’t say no to helping her.”

Lucy sighed with relief. “Thanks, boss.”

She hung up and grinned. “Get ready, Whistler. Your surprise is officially in motion.”

---

When Kate walked through the door, she was greeted by Lucy’s hug. “Good morning, babe.”

Kate hugged her back, smiling. “Good morning. Let me go get changed.”

Lucy nodded. “Sure, I’ll get breakfast ready.”

By the time Kate emerged, freshly showered and wearing a casual outfit, Lucy had breakfast on the table. As they ate, Kate hesitated before saying, “Jane called. She wants me to come over and help Julie with her homework.”

Lucy feigned innocence. “Of course, babe. Go ahead. It’s no big deal.”

Kate frowned slightly. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

Lucy smiled, reaching out to squeeze Kate’s hand. “I’ll be here when you get back. No worries.”

Kate smiled back. “Okay. I’ll try not to take too long.”

“No hurry,” Lucy said, then quickly added, “I mean, enjoy some time with Jane. And bring back lunch?”

Kate laughed, shaking her head. “Of course. Lucy Tara, always after food.”

Lucy grinned cheekily. “Always.”

---

As soon as Kate left, Lucy fist-pumped. “Lucy Tara, you’re a genius. Now, time to meet those idiots and see what ideas they have.” She got ready quickly, mentally preparing herself for whatever chaos awaited her at Kai’s dad’s restaurant.

Today was going to be hectic, but Lucy was determined to make it worth it. Kate Whistler deserved the best proposal ever—and Lucy wasn’t going to let anything ruin it.

Chapter Text

As Lucy pulled into the parking lot of Kai's dad’s restaurant, she spotted Jesse, Ernie, and Kai already waiting for her outside. They waved her over, grinning like a pack of conspirators.

“Finally, Lucy Tara graces us with her presence,” Jesse teased, smirking.

“Shut it, Boone,” Lucy said, rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless.

Inside the restaurant, the air was filled with the enticing aroma of grilled fish and spices. Kai’s childhood friend Hina was behind the counter, directing the staff with her usual efficiency. She looked up as Lucy entered, her face breaking into a warm smile.

“Hey, Lucy,” Hina called, grabbing a bottle of beer from the counter and walking over to her. “Lunch will be served soon, but for now, you all go sit in the corner and plot your madness. I don’t want our customers getting roped into whatever chaos you’re planning.” She winked at Lucy as she handed her the beer.

Lucy chuckled, taking the bottle. “You’re the only reason this restaurant is still standing. Honestly, this idiot—” she pointed at Kai “—is just decoration.”

“Hey!” Kai protested, crossing his arms.

Hina smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Lucy said raising her beer , "Say hi to Mr. Holman for me, alright?”

Hina nodded,  “Will do.”

The group moved to their usual corner table, tucked away from the main dining area. Lucy took a long sip of her beer, setting the bottle down with a thud. “Alright, you three geniuses. Let’s hear it. What brilliant ideas do you have?”

Lucy leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, as she watched Kai, Jesse, and Ernie huddle together like they were planning a heist. Kai’s dad’s restaurant buzzed with the afternoon crowd, but their table was a haven of conspiratorial whispers and discarded napkin sketches.

Hina, who passing by with a tray, shook her head. “If you all are scheming something that involves explosions, count me out.”

“No explosions!” Jesse said quickly, holding up his hands.

“Yet,” Ernie muttered.

Lucy groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m doomed.”

Kai clapped his hands together. “Alright, I’ve got one. Picture this: we rent out a helicopter—”

Lucy’s eyebrow shot up. “Oh, this is starting well.”

“—fly over the coastline, and the pilot pretends there’s an emergency. You heroically step in, calm and composed, and then—bam! The ‘emergency’ is a banner outside the window: ‘Kate, Will You Marry Me?’”

Jesse blinked. “You realize Lucy doesn’t know how to fly a helicopter, right?”

Kai shrugged. “Details. It’s about the drama.”

Lucy stared at him flatly. “So, your idea is to fake a crash and hope Kate’s first reaction isn’t to faint or punch me?”

“Exactly!” Kai said, grinning.

“Next,” Lucy deadpanned.

Ernie adjusted his glasses. “Okay, how about this? A VR proposal. I create a custom simulation—Kate puts on the headset and sees all her favorite romantic settings. Think beaches, bookshops, cozy cafés—each scene has a piece of the proposal until she ends up at the final one where you’re waiting in real life to pop the question.”

Lucy tilted her head, considering. “That’s... not bad. But knowing Kate, she’ll take off the headset halfway through and ruin the big moment.”

Ernie frowned. “Not if I glue it on.”

Lucy’s glare could melt steel. “You’re done. Sit down.”

Jesse chuckled. “Alright, my turn. A treasure hunt. We set it up across all your favorite spots—places that mean something to both of you. The final clue leads her to the beach at sunset, where you’re waiting with the ring.”

Lucy softened, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Okay, that’s sweet. But it sounds like something out of one of Kate’s books. She’d see it coming a mile away.”

“Good point,” Jesse admitted.

Hina appeared with a plate of appetizers, smirking as she overheard. “You all sound like you’re writing a rom-com yourselves. Got any more brilliant ideas?”

Ernie leaned forward. “What if we involve the NCIS team? A mock mission where the final ‘objective’ is Kate finding Lucy with the ring?”

Lucy shook her head. “Do you want her to have a heart attack thinking it’s a real case? No way. Next.”

Kai sighed. “Okay, last one. We take Kate to a big event—maybe a charity gala—and have everyone in on it. At the perfect moment, the lights dim, a spotlight hits you, and you propose in front of the crowd.”

Lucy grimaced. “Kate would kill me. She hates being the center of attention.”

Hina laughed, patting Lucy’s shoulder. “You’ve got your work cut out for you. Good luck, Agent Tara.”

Ernie, who was practically vibrating with excitement, leaned forward again. “Okay, Lucy, here’s what you do. Rent a boat, take her out on the water during sunset, and propose while the sun sets behind Diamond Head. Romantic, right?”

Lucy stared at him, deadpan. “Romantic? Sure. Practical? No. Let me remind you—I hate water. Hate. As in, I don’t do boats, and I definitely don’t want to die in the middle of the ocean.”

Ernie shrugged. “You can wear a life jacket. It’s safe enough.”

“No boats, Ernie,” Lucy said firmly. “Next.”

Kai took his turn, leaning back with an easy grin. “Alright, how about this? Classic and foolproof. You take her to a high-end restaurant. You know, candlelit dinner, champagne, fancy desserts. Then, when dessert comes, the chef brings out a plate that says, ‘Will you marry me?’ in chocolate.”

Lucy gave him an unimpressed look. “Seriously? Chocolate on a plate? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Kai shrugged, smirking. “Hey, don’t knock it. It’s timeless. Women love chocolate.”

“Yeah, and it’s predictable,” Lucy countered. “Kate would see it coming from a mile away. She deserves something… more.”

Llucy leaned back, rubbing her temples. “These ideas are… something, but they’re not Kate. She’s not flashy or predictable. She deserves something thoughtful, something meaningful.”

Jesse shrugged, smirking. “Well, if you’ve got all the answers, why are we here?”

Lucy shot him a glare. “Because you’re my team, and I thought maybe you’d have some decent suggestions. Clearly, I overestimated.”

Kai chuckled, raising his beer. “Hey, we’re just warming up. Give us time.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, taking another swig of her beer. “Alright, fine. But if the next suggestion involves a mariachi band or hot air balloon, I’m leaving.”

“Noted,” Ernie said, grinning. “But just wait, Luce. I’ll come up with the perfect idea.”

Lucy sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. Despite the chaos, she knew they meant well—and that somehow, they’d figure out a way to make this proposal unforgettable.

---

The scent of freshly cooked food wafted through the air as Hina brought out plates loaded with delicious local dishes. “Alright, lunch is served,” she announced, placing the food on the table. “But seriously, what’s with you all? You’ve been sitting here so quiet, it’s almost eerie. This place hasn’t been this silent since… well, ever.”

Kai waved her off, a mock frown on his face. “Go away, Hina. We’re busy here, unlike you, who’s just walking around bossing everyone else.”

Hina rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly on the back of the head. “Shut up, Kai. Now spill—what are you all plotting? And don’t tell me it’s another one of your dumb beach dares.”

Jesse hesitated, but Hina’s curiosity had already taken root. She turned to him, crossing her arms. “Come on, Jesse. What’s all this deep thinking about?”

Jesse sighed, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “Alright, but you can’t tell anyone. It’s a secret. We’re trying to figure out how Lucy should propose to Kate.”

The words had barely left his mouth when Hina’s eyes widened. She let out an excited gasp, rushed to Lucy’s side, and pulled her into a half-hug. “Oh my god, Lucy! You’re going to propose? I’m so happy! Kate is so lucky—she’s getting proposed to! This is amazing!”

Lucy raised an eyebrow, more amused than annoyed. “Whoa, Hina, slow down. How do you even know Kate wants to be proposed to?”

Hina smiled sheepishly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well… there was this one time Kate and Jane came here for lunch. The diner was quiet, and they invited me to sit with them. One thing led to another, and we started talking about proposals. When Jane asked Kate about her thoughts on it, Kate blushed like crazy. She said she’s always written these over-the-top romantic proposals in her stories, but secretly, she’s dreamed about being proposed to—just like in the movies or books she loves so much.”

Lucy’s interest was piqued. “So, you’re telling me Kate Whistler—the tough, no-nonsense romantic-comedy writer—has some cheesy dream about being proposed to by the love of her life?”

Hina nodded. “Yep. And she even said she’d thought about proposing to you, but she felt like you weren’t ready yet. Plus, she kinda hoped you’d propose first because that’s what she’s always dreamed of.”

Lucy leaned back in her chair, taking it all in. “Well, that’s something. I had no idea Kate was secretly this… typical.” She chuckled softly. “Guess I really have to step up my game now.”

Hina smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, Lucy. You’ll come up with something amazing. And besides, you’ve got all these guys here to help you.” She gestured toward Kai, Jesse, and Ernie. “They’ll make sure it’s special.”

Kai raised his beer. “Damn right, we will.”

Hina gave them all an encouraging smile. “Anyway, I’ve got to get back inside. The diner’s picking up, and Kai’s dad is on his own. Call me if you need anything!”

As Hina walked away, Ernie leaned back with a smirk. “Well, well, Kate Whistler is a real romantic at heart. Who would’ve thought? Luce, this is going to be harder than we imagined. No pressure or anything.”

Kai and Jesse both nodded in agreement. “She’s got high expectations, Lucy,” Jesse added. “No basic dinner proposals for her.”

Lucy was about to respond when her phone buzzed. The screen lit up with Kate’s name, and she immediately answered, her mind racing. Had Kate figured something out?

“Hey, Luce,” Kate’s voice came through, light and casual. “Where are you?”

Lucy scrambled for an excuse. “Uh, hey, babe. Nothing much. Just out shopping for groceries. Then I’m meeting Ernie for a boba tea date.”

Kate laughed softly on the other end. “Boba tea? That stuff’s so unhealthy, Lucy.”

Lucy rolled her eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’ll be at Jane’s a little longer. Julie’s got a lot of questions about her homework, and Jane said you should stop by after you’re done with whatever you’re up to.”

“Sure thing, babe,” Lucy replied, relieved that Kate wasn’t suspicious. “Love you. See you soon.”

“Love you too,” Kate said before hanging up.

Lucy let out a deep sigh, setting her phone on the table. “Okay, guys, we’ve got a little more time. Now, let’s actually use our brains and come up with something good.”

Ernie grinned. “You heard her, boys. Let’s put those federal agent brains to work.”

Lucy leaned forward, determination etched on her face. “Kate Whistler is getting the proposal of her dreams. Let’s make it happen.”

----

The group settled back into brainstorming mode after finishing their meals, the clinking of forks on plates replaced by the hum of creative tension.

"Okay," Jesse started, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Let’s step it up. What if you did something themed around her writing? Like you recreate a scene from one of her books, but this time, you twist it so it’s about you two. You could bring the characters she’s written to life and have them help deliver the proposal."

Kai raised an eyebrow. “Like, what? Hire actors to play characters she wrote? Feels like a lot of work.”

Ernie leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “Actually, Jesse’s onto something. We could even set up a bookshop or a cozy writer's nook somewhere, and Lucy could present her with a 'special edition' of one of Kate’s books, but the last chapter is rewritten to tell their love story and end with the proposal.”

Lucy nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, that’s a little better. It’s got the romantic element, but… I don’t know. It still feels like something Kate would write herself. You know what I mean? She’s done similar things in her stories.”

Kai tapped the table with his beer bottle. “Alright, how about this? You take her surfing—or at least to the beach if you won’t get in the water—and you organize a surprise flash mob. Like, dancers pop out of nowhere on the sand, and at the end of the performance, you propose. The ocean’s right there, the vibe is romantic, and it’s personal because she loves the beach.”

Lucy tilted her head, considering it. “Hmm, it’s sweet. But flash mobs are kind of… cliché now. Plus, I hate the ocean, remember? I don’t want my proposal to involve me standing near something that gives me the creeps.”

Ernie chuckled. “Fair point. Alright, what if we go tech-savvy with it? I can design a software game with a treasure hunt involving important places and kate favorite books experience where Kate will clear each level solving the clues, and the story unfolds as she interacts with it. The proposal could be the grand finale.”

Lucy groaned, leaning back in her chair. “Ern, I love you, but I really don’t trust your programs not to crash halfway through.”

Ernie looked offended. “Hey, my programs are the best of the mind work! Show some respect.”

Jesse and Kai burst into laughter. “It’s more about trying and error than brilliance, Ern,” Jesse teased, earning a mock glare from Ernie.

“Okay, can we circle back to proposals?” Lucy interjected, pinching the bridge of her nose. “And Ern, you’re welcome to build your program, but for now, let’s focus on ideas that don’t require coding.”

Kai took a sip of his beer, then grinned. “Alright, how about this? You take her out on a night hike—"

Lucy immediately cut him off. “No more hikes! My legs are still sore from the last one."

lucy rubbed her temples , "we really need to think aottle out of the box because all these are somehow written in her novels."

Jesse looked impressed. “Damn. Kate’s really covered all the bases, hasn’t she?”

Lucy smiled proudly. “Of course, she has. She’s the best rom-com writer out there.”

Kai leaned back, shaking his head. “It’s insane how much creativity and imagination one person can have. It’s taken three of us brainstorming for hours, and she’s managed to write so many unique proposals on her own.”

“That’s Kate Whistler for you,” Lucy said with a grin. “Meticulous, smart, and freaking amazing at what she does. But it also means we have to think even more out of the box. She deserves something as unique and special as she is.”

Ernie shrugged, pulling out his phone. “No worries, Luce. I’ll develop a program that analyzes thousands of proposals and suggests the most unique ones for Kate.”

Lucy groaned, shaking her head. “Ern, I really don’t trust your programs.”

“Excuse me?” Ernie said, feigning offense. “My programs are why you catch criminals, remember?”

Jesse and Kai snickered, Jesse adding, “Yeah, but it’s more about our skills.”

“Okay, okay!” Lucy said, holding up her hands. “Let’s get back to proposals, not whose skills are better. Ern, feel free to work on your program later, but for now, can we just use your brain?”

“Fine,” Ernie said with a dramatic sigh. “But when my program delivers the perfect idea, I’m gonna say, ‘I told you so.’”

Lucy rolled her eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see what you’ve got next.”

---

By late afternoon, Lucy’s phone rang, and she sighed, already anticipating who it was. Picking up, she heard Kate’s voice on the other end, slightly impatient.

“Luce, where are you? Come soon?”

Lucy sighed again, knowing she couldn’t stall any longer. “I’m on my way, babe. Be there soon.”

After hanging up, she rubbed her temples and turned to the guys. “Alright, I guess we’ll meet again tomorrow with a new excuse.”

Jesse smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Luce. I promise we’ll figure something out.”

Lucy gave him a small smile. “I know. I trust you guys. Even if you’re all little weirdos, you’re still my favorite boys.”

Ernie and Kai both patted her on the back, grinning. “Of course, we are,” Kai said. “Now go before Kate calls again and really starts getting suspicious.”

Lucy laughed lightly, grabbed her bag, and hurried out.

---

When Lucy arrived at Jane’s house, she found Kate waiting in the living room, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

“Hey, babe,” Lucy greeted with her usual charm, leaning in for a quick kiss.

Kate tilted her head, looking at Lucy with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Where are the grocery bags?”

Lucy froze momentarily, caught off guard. Her mind raced for an answer when Jane walked in, smirking as if she had been listening.

“Hey, Kate,” Jane cut in smoothly. “Jules is calling for you. She’s stuck on something for her homework. Why don’t you go help her out while Lucy and I get started on dinner?”

Kate glanced between the two of them suspiciously but nodded. “Alright. But I’m coming back in ten minutes. Don’t start eating without me.”

As soon as Kate disappeared into Julie’s room, Jane turned to Lucy with a knowing smile. “You’ve got to be more convincing, Luce. And for the love of God, keep track of the reasons you give her.”

Lucy sighed in defeat. “I’ll remember next time, Boss. I swear. And no, we brainstormed a ton of ideas today, but nothing feels right yet.”

Jane placed a reassuring hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “Don’t stress too much, okay? You’ll find something. And when you do, it’s going to be perfect.”

Lucy gave her a grateful smile. “Thanks, Boss. Now let’s hurry up and start dinner before Kate comes back and starts questioning what we’re doing in here.”

Jane chuckled as they headed to the kitchen. “Yes, let’s not give her even a whiff of suspicion. She’s already too smart for her own good.”

Lucy laughed, nodding. “Agreed.”

The two women got to work, sharing small jokes and stories, all the while trying to keep the atmosphere light and relaxed.

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By the time Monday rolled around, Lucy Tara was a bundle of nerves. Her normally confident stride was replaced by a distracted shuffle, and her usually sharp outfits gave way to a slightly rumpled shirt and mismatched socks. As she entered the NCIS office, she looked anything but ready for the day. Her team noticed immediately.

Jesse was the first to comment, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “Luce, did you lose a fight with your closet this morning?”

Kai chuckled, joining in. “Or did you forget how to set an alarm?”

Even Ernie, typically the least fashion-savvy among them, raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’ve been up all night chasing criminals—or maybe just pacing around in your apartment.”

Lucy groaned, dropping her bag onto her desk. “Ha-ha. Very funny, guys.” She ran a hand through her already messy curls. “I didn’t sleep much, okay? I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

Jesse exchanged a knowing glance with Kai. “Still stuck on the proposal?”

Lucy slumped into her chair, sighing heavily. “Yes, and I’m starting to think I’ll never find the perfect way to propose to Kate. She’s smart, creative, and ridiculously good at everything. How do I come up with something she hasn’t already written about in one of her books?”

Before anyone could respond, Jane Tennant walked into the bullpen. Her sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on Lucy’s disheveled state.

“Lucy,” Jane said, her tone laced with concern, “are you okay? You look... unlike yourself.”

Lucy straightened a little, trying to look less frazzled. “I’m fine, Boss. Just, uh, a little stressed.”

Jane crossed her arms, not buying it. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

Lucy hesitated before finally blurting out, “I’m worried I’ll never find the perfect way to propose to Kate. I want it to be special, something she’s never imagined before. But every idea I come up with feels... ordinary.”

Jane’s expression softened, and she placed a reassuring hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “Luce, don’t stress yourself out. You’ll find the perfect way, and you know why?”

Lucy looked up, her brow furrowed. “Why?”

“Because Kate loves you,” Jane said firmly. “No matter how you propose, she’s going to say yes. It’s not about the plan—it’s about the fact that you’re the one asking.”

Lucy let out a small sigh, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I know, Boss. But I really want to make it special for her—something she’s never imagined, even with her insanely creative brain.”

Jane chuckled. “Well, you’ve got us to help. Right, boys?”

The three men nodded enthusiastically. “Of course!” Ernie said. “We’re ready to brainstorm round two.”

Lucy laughed softly. “Okay, let’s hear it. But please, try to keep it less... basic this time.”

Jesse leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Alright. What if you rented out a hot air balloon? You could propose while you’re floating above the island. It’s romantic, dramatic, and definitely unique.”

Lucy grimaced. “Jess, do you even know Kate? She hates heights. She’d probably pass out before I could even get the words out.”

Kai jumped in next. “Okay, how about this? You take her to a secluded beach at sunset, set up a little bonfire, and have the words ‘Will you marry me?’ written in the sand.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Kai, that’s sweet, but it’s literally the opening scene of her second novel.”

Ernie grinned. “Fine. Hear me out. We rig up a drone to deliver the ring. It swoops down dramatically while you’re giving this epic speech. Boom—proposal of the century.”

Lucy groaned, equal parts amused and horrified. “Ern, no. Knowing my luck, the drone would malfunction and drop the ring into the ocean.”

Jane tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably, bursting into laughter. “These ideas just keep getting better and better. Kate would be equal parts impressed and terrified.”

Lucy joined in the laughter, shaking her head. “You guys are insane. But... thanks for trying.”

Ernie crossed his arms, mock-pouting. “Hey, at least we’re thinking outside the box.”

Lucy was about to respond when something clicked in her mind. Her eyes widened, and she shot to her feet. “Got it!”

Everyone turned to look at her. “What?” Jesse asked.

Lucy grinned widely, practically bouncing with excitement. “I’ve got the perfect idea. It combines all the elements Kate loves—storytelling, romance, and even her childhood memories. It’s unique, it’s personal, and it’s something she’ll never see coming.”

Jane raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Alright, Luce, calm down and tell us what you’ve come up with.”

Lucy glanced around conspiratorially, as if someone might overhear. Then, with a wicked smile, she said, “I’m going to create a live book proposal for Kate. I’ll make her feel like the protagonist of one of her own romantic comedies. It’ll be interactive, heartfelt, and full of nods to her past, her dreams, and our love story.”

The room was silent for a moment before Ernie let out a low whistle. “Wow. Even the best romcom writer in the world wouldn’t see that one coming.”

Jesse grinned. “That’s actually... genius, Luce. It’s perfect.”

Kai clapped Lucy on the back. “Yeah, Kate’s going to love it. You’re a real romantic mastermind, huh?”

Lucy beamed, her heart swelling with pride. “Sometimes. But I’m going to need all of you to help me pull this off.”

Kai saluted. “We’re at your service, always.”

Jane stepped forward, pulling Lucy into a motherly hug. “I’m so proud of you, Luce. This plan is incredible, and I know Kate’s going to be blown away.”

Lucy hugged her back tightly, feeling a surge of emotion. Jane wasn’t just her boss—she was her mentor, her guide, and in many ways, a mother figure. Knowing that Jane approved of her plan meant the world to her.

“Thanks, Boss,” Lucy said softly.

Ernie, sensing the moment was getting a little too emotional, cracked a grin. “Alright, enough with the sappy stuff. Let’s talk logistics. Also, can I be the narrator for this live book thing? I’ve got a great voice for it.”

Everyone laughed, and Lucy rolled her eyes. “Ern, let’s just make sure you don’t crash my plan with one of your ‘innovations.’”

The team erupted into more laughter, the room buzzing with energy and excitement. For the first time in days, Lucy felt confident. She was finally on the path to making Kate’s dream proposal a reality.

-----

That afternoon, Lucy sat on the couch, her phone in hand, rehearsing the words in her mind. Though she hadn’t spoken to her own family in years, one lesson her father had ingrained in her as a child was the importance of tradition and respect. Proposing to Kate wasn’t just about her love—it was about honoring the people who had raised and loved Kate first.

Taking a deep breath, Lucy dialed the number. She felt a flutter of nerves as the call connected.

“Lucy, dear!” Christie Whistler’s warm and cheerful voice greeted her on the other end.

“Hi, Mrs. Whistler,” Lucy said with a slight chuckle. “I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.”

“Of course not, honey! Rob and I were just talking about how we need to call you two soon. What’s on your mind?”

Lucy smiled at the warmth in Christie’s tone. “Actually, I wanted to talk to both of you about something important.” She paused, swallowing her nerves. “I’m planning to propose to Kate. I wanted to ask for your permission first.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then a squeal came through the line that made Lucy wince and pull the phone away from her ear.

“Oh my goodness, Lucy!” Christie gushed, her voice rising with excitement. “You’re going to propose? That’s wonderful! Of course, you have our blessing—more than that! We adore you, and I’ve been waiting for this moment!”

Lucy couldn’t help but grin at the enthusiasm. “Thank you, Mrs. Whistler.”

“Call me Christie, dear how many times I told you?! You’re practically family already,” Christie corrected, her voice softer but still brimming with emotion. “I just can’t wait to see her face when you ask her! She’s going to be over the moon!”

Rob’s deep, steady voice joined the conversation. “Lucy, you’ve always been like family to us, and now it’ll be official. We’re proud of you, and we’re honored you’d include us in this. I can’t wait to welcome you into the family for real.”

Lucy’s heart swelled, and she struggled to keep her voice steady. “Thank you, Mr.—uh, Rob. That means a lot. I love Kate more than anything, and I promise to always take care of her.”

“I know you will,” Rob said warmly. “You two make a great team.”

“Thank you both,” Lucy said sincerely. “I feel really lucky to have you in my life too.”

As she ended the call, Lucy set the phone down and leaned back against the couch, exhaling deeply. For a moment, she sat there, her heart full.

A smile spread across her face as she whispered to herself, “Kate Whistler, get ready for one of the best surprises of the century. It’s time you see someone can be as romantic and creative as you, my dear.”

With renewed determination, she stood up, ready to make her proposal plans truly unforgettable.

----

The next day, Lucy was seated at her desk in the bullpen, trying—and failing—to suppress a laugh as she scrolled through the group chat on her phone. Ernie had sent yet another idea.

Ernie: We need a codeword for when Kate’s around. Something like "pineapple," but not too obvious.
Jesse: How is "pineapple" not obvious?
Kai: How about “project dolphin”? She’ll think it’s a case.
Ernie: Genius!
Lucy: Guys, focus. We’re not naming it after a fruit OR an animal.

Lucy snorted at the ridiculousness, causing Jesse and Kai, who were huddled nearby, to glance over. They were supposedly “working,” but the amount of whispering they’d been doing made Lucy doubt it. Meanwhile, Tennant observed the scene from her office, shaking her head in amused disbelief at the chaos brewing in her bullpen.

The atmosphere shifted suddenly when the elevator doors dinged, and Kate strolled in.

“Hey, Luce,” Kate greeted warmly, her sharp eyes quickly scanning the room.

Jesse froze mid-whisper, his eyes widening in panic. “Kate!” he blurted out, his voice at least two octaves higher than usual. “Didn’t see you there! Uh… gotta go! Check… case files! Very important ones!” He bolted toward the elevator, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Kai, ever the loyal friend, followed suit, grabbing a random folder off a desk as he hurried after Jesse. “Me too! Can’t leave those files unchecked!”

Ernie, left alone and cornered, tried to play it cool. He casually leaned back in his chair, attempting a nonchalant whistle, but the effect was ruined when his chair tipped back too far, and he nearly fell. Scrambling to his feet, he muttered, “Servers. Need updating. Super urgent. Bye, Kate!” He practically sprinted after the other two.

Kate raised an eyebrow, her focus turning back to Lucy, who was now shoving her phone into her desk drawer with a sheepish grin.

“What was that all about?” Kate asked, crossing her arms and tilting her head.

Lucy cleared her throat, forcing a laugh. “Oh, you know, just… standard NCIS stuff. Those guys are always running around like headless chickens.”

Kate’s eyes narrowed slightly, her tone skeptical. “Uh-huh. And what were you grinning at just now?”

Lucy blinked, her mind racing for an explanation. “Grinning? Me? No, no grinning. I was, uh… stretching! Stretching my jaw! Gotta stay limber during the workday, you know?” She mimed an exaggerated yawn for good measure.

Kate tilted her head frowning and very unconvinced. “Stretching your jaw?”

Lucy nodded, keeping her face as serious as possible. “Absolutely! Workplace wellness, babe. Jesse started it. He’s really into health these days. You should try it sometime.”

From her office, Tennant pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering, “God help her. She’s an agent and this is the best she’s got?”

Kate’s gaze flicked toward Tennant’s office for a moment before settling back on Lucy. “Well, it looked like you were laughing at something on your phone.”

Lucy swallowed nervously. “Phone? Oh, right. Just, uh… Ernie sent a meme. About cats. Doing yoga.” She nodded emphatically. “You know how Ernie is with his memes!”

Kate stared at her, expression confused. “Cats. Doing yoga.”

Lucy nodded again, trying not to crack under the pressure. “Yep! Cats! Yoga! It was hilarious. You’d have laughed too, trust me.”

Kate leaned in slightly, her eyes narrowing. “Luce, are you hiding something from me?”

“No!” Lucy blurted out too quickly, then forced another laugh. “Why would I be hiding something? I’m an open book! Just here, doing my job, catching bad guys, laughing at yoga cats…”

Kate stared at her for a long moment before sighing. “Alright. If you say so.”

Lucy exhaled in relief, hoping the interrogation was over.

“So,” Kate continued, a sly smile forming. “Since you’re clearly not busy, let’s go to lunch. My treat.”

Lucy froze, the panic returning full force. “Lunch? Now? Uh… sure but  need to ask Tennant? she mentioned earlier she might need my help with—”

“I already spoke to Jane,” Kate interrupted smoothly. “She said you are free to go for lunch.”

Lucy glanced toward Tennant’s office, silently pleading for help. Tennant, now leaning against the doorframe, shook her head with a smirk, mouthing, You’re on your own.

“Well,” Lucy said, grabbing her phone and standing up. “Lunch sounds great! Let’s go, babe!”

As they walked out, Kate cast one last glance around the bullpen, her sharp eyes scanning for anything suspicious. Jesse, Kai, and Ernie peeked out from behind a file cabinet, letting out a collective sigh of relief once she was gone.

Tennant stepped out of her office, shaking her head in exasperation. “If you all keep this up, Kate’s going to figure it out before Lucy even gets the chance to propose.”

Kai grimaced. “Yeah, we really need a better plan for when she shows up unannounced.”

Ernie scribbled furiously on his tablet. “I’m working on a proposal distraction protocol. Codeword. Maybe even decoy documents…”

Jesse patted his shoulder. “Let’s start with the codeword, Ern.”

They all nodded solemnly, their shared mission clear: keep Kate in the dark—at least for a little while longer.

Chapter Text

It was late Friday afternoon, and Kate Whistler sat in her office, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, but no words came. Instead, her thoughts circled back to the past few days, a growing knot of confusion tightening in her chest.

Lucy had been acting… strange. And not just Lucy—her entire NCIS team.

Kate frowned, drumming her pen against the desk. Just the other day, she’d stopped by the bullpen to surprise Lucy with lunch, only to find Jesse, Kai, and Ernie scrambling like startled deer. Jesse had claimed he needed to pick up his “pet goldfish from the vet,” while Kai mumbled something about “a ukulele repair appointment.” And Ernie? He’d rattled off a story about helping a distant cousin with an online gaming tournament.

It was laughable, really, how bad they were at lying. But Lucy had been no better. When Kate caught her coming out of the conference room later, she’d been met with an overly sweet smile and a suspiciously high-pitched, “Hey, babe! You didn’t have to come all the way here. I’m super busy today!”

The memory made Kate scowl. She could still hear Lucy’s voice as she rattled off excuses about meetings and cases, waving Kate off with a kiss on the cheek before ducking back into the bullpen. And it wasn’t just that day. Over the past three days, Lucy had been coming home late, avoiding lunch pickups, and finding the most ridiculous reasons to keep Kate at arm’s length.

At first, Kate had brushed it off as Lucy being busy with work. But now… now it was starting to sting. The way Lucy had been acting felt almost like she was pushing Kate away, and Kate couldn’t understand why.

“Did I do something?” she murmured aloud, her brow furrowing. The thought left a pang of uncertainty in her chest. Lucy wasn’t the type to avoid confrontation—if something was wrong, she’d say it. So what was going on?

Kate shook her head, trying to dismiss the nagging ache of hurt. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she was overthinking. But a small part of her couldn’t help but feel unsettled, wondering why Lucy—and her team—were acting so off.

She was still lost in thought when a knock on her office door pulled her back to the present.

“Come in,” she called out, masking her frustration with her usual composed tone.

Her assistant, Nina, stepped in, holding a cream-colored envelope. “This just arrived for you, ma’am,” she said, placing it on the desk with a curious smile.

Kate blinked, sitting up straighter. “Thank you, Nina.”

As the door closed behind her assistant, Kate’s gaze fell to the envelope. It had no return address, but her name was scrawled across the front in a familiar, looping script.

Her heart gave an involuntary flutter. Lucy.

Curiosity piqued, Kate carefully tore it open and pulled out a single sheet of paper. The moment her eyes landed on the first line, her frustration melted into confusion—and then into the faintest trace of a smile:

"It was a quiet afternoon when Kate Whistler’s world was about to change forever. Little did she know, the love of her life was sending her on the greatest adventure of her life."

Kate tilted her head, a small laugh escaping her lips despite herself. “What are you up to, Lucy Tara?” she murmured, her chest already filling with warmth.

As she read on, the letter continued:

"Every great story has its key moments—the ones that define it, shape it, and turn it into something unforgettable. Today, you’re going to take a journey through one such story. Follow the clues, and you’ll find me at the end of the story.

Yours always, Lucy."

Beneath the letter was a folded map with a marker indicating her first destination: the café where they’d first met.

Kate leaned back in her chair, the corners of her mouth lifting into a full smile now. For all her confusion and hurt over the past few days, the pieces were starting to come together.

Lucy wasn’t avoiding her. She was planning something.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized just how much effort Lucy must have gone to knowing very well how she is with words and books. Whatever this was, Kate had a feeling she was in for the surprise of a lifetime.

----

Kate stepped into the cozy café, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, mingling with the gentle hum of conversation and the clink of ceramic cups. She paused for a moment, her eyes instinctively drifting to the corner where she always sat during her writing sessions.

It felt surreal to be here now, retracing the steps of their story. This café had always held a special place in her heart, but seeing it through Lucy’s eyes—through the lens of the memories they had built together—made it feel magical.

Before she could fully absorb the nostalgia, a barista approached her, a warm smile on his face. He handed her a sealed envelope with a red rose attached, offering no explanation, just a knowing look. Kate raised an eyebrow, her heart beating just a little more faster then she want.

“Thank you,” she said softly, taking the envelope. The rose's scent was delicate, mingling with the rich aroma of coffee, and she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips.

Sliding into her usual corner seat, she carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the handwritten note inside. Her breath caught as her eyes scanned Lucy’s familiar script, her heart aching in the best way possible with each word:

"This is where it all began. The moment I first saw you sitting quietly in that corner, I knew you were someone extraordinary. Sitting in the quiet corner ducking in your writing journal but still stealing glances around and then our eyes met and it as if the world tilted on its axis for me slightly. It's like everything changed inside me with that one glance."

Kate paused, her fingers lightly brushing the paper. She remembered that day, sitting in this very corner, trying to figure out the writers block want to have something good to write but feeling an odd pull to glance up. And there Lucy had been—radiant, alive, a ball of energy that had drawn Kate in like a magnet. She’d been too shy to approach her then, but even now, she could recall the exact shade of Lucy’s smile, the way her curls framed her face like they had a life of their own.

Her heart swelled as she continued reading:

"And then we met again outside this same café. Remember when you spilled coffee on me? You were so flustered, yet so adorable, trying to clean my jacket with tissues that didn’t help at all. That day, I didn’t just meet a beautiful stranger—I met the woman who changed my life forever. I remember that moment like it was yesterday. I’d love to sit with you here forever. Chapter one: the day I saw you."

A lump formed in Kate’s throat. She could see it all so clearly now: Lucy’s face, a mix of amusement and concern, as she’d tried to dab the coffee stain from her jacket. It had been chaotic and messy, but Lucy's smile as she allowed kate to do that was undeniably charming—much like Lucy herself.

Kate’s fingers grazed the tiny ceramic coffee cup tucked inside the envelope. Their initials were painted on it in delicate strokes, and her chest tightened as she held it in her palm. It was so small yet so meaningful, a tangible reminder of their beginning.

She leaned back in her seat, letting out a soft laugh. How could she have ever doubted Lucy’s intentions over the past few days? The love and thoughtfulness behind this gesture were overwhelming.

Her thumb traced the edge of the memento as her mind wandered. She thought about how much her life had changed since Lucy had walked into it—how the once-quiet corners of her world had been filled with light and laughter. For someone who had always kept her walls high, Lucy had found a way to slip through them effortlessly, planting herself firmly in Kate’s heart.

Kate’s eyes flickered back to the note, to the final line at the bottom:

"Your next stop: the surf shop where we had our first real conversation."

Kate let out a breath, folding the note carefully and slipping it back into the envelope. She glanced at the tiny coffee cup in her hand once more before placing it delicately in her purse.

As she stood, the faint buzz of anticipation thrummed in her chest. She could feel it now—the way Lucy was weaving their story together, piece by piece, like a perfectly plotted novel. And as much as Kate prided herself on always anticipating the twists, she had no idea where this journey was headed.

But one thing was certain: she couldn’t wait to find out.

-----

The surf shop was quiet, the faint hum of a ceiling fan blending with the occasional rustle of wetsuits being reorganized by a couple of employees. Kate stepped inside, the tangy scent of salt in the air immediately transporting her back to that day. Her eyes swept over the racks of surfboards and accessories, eventually landing on a familiar object sitting on the counter—a smooth, pearly-white seashell, along with another neatly folded envelope.

She approached the counter, her lips curving into a smile as the memory of her first awkward conversation with Lucy bubbled to the surface. Kate had never felt so out of her element, stumbling over her words as she tried to strike up a conversation with the vibrant woman who had captivated her at the café. The contrast between her usual composed demeanor and the bumbling version of herself that day still made her chuckle.

Kate picked up the envelope and opened it with careful hands, her smile widening as she read Lucy’s words:

*"Dear Kate,

You caught me off guard here, my love. I wasn’t expecting someone so put-together to be so adorably awkward. Though you know how much I hate the ocean and anything related to it, this place is special to me because it’s where I first saw a side of you I couldn’t resist.

I still laugh remembering how awkwardly you initiated a conversation—clumsy, stumbling, yet somehow the most adorable woman I’d ever met. You asked me about surfboards as if you were interested, but I could tell you had no idea what you were talking about.

I gave you my number that day, even though I didn’t know much about you yet. But one thing I knew in my heart—I wanted to know you, and I wanted to keep you in my life."*

Kate’s chest tightened, warmth spreading through her as she recalled the nervous excitement she’d felt that day. She had been terrified of embarrassing herself, yet Lucy had seen through all her awkwardness and still chosen to let Kate into her life.

The letter continued:

"Take this seashell and follow it to the next place: the one where 'we' began."

Kate picked up the seashell, its smooth surface cool against her palm, and turned it over thoughtfully. The meaning was clear, and her heart swelled with anticipation.

As she exited the shop, she clutched the shell tightly in her hand, its texture grounding her as her thoughts raced. She knew exactly where Lucy meant: the NCIS team’s favorite bar.

It was there, surrounded by laughter and clinking glasses, that their bond had truly started to form. The bar had been the first place Kate had met Lucy’s team—her second family—and the moment she had begun to understand just how much Lucy cared about the people in her life.

With each step, the memories became more vivid, and the corners of Kate’s lips turned upward. The butterflies in her stomach were relentless now, and her heart raced with a mix of excitement and affection. Lucy had always been full of surprises, but this… This was something else entirely.

Kate quickened her pace, eager to uncover the next chapter of their story, her mind buzzing with thoughts of what might come next.

----

The bar hummed with its usual energy: laughter echoing, glasses clinking, and the jukebox playing a lively tune in the background. But Kate's focus went straight to the reserved corner booth. Her breath hitched as she spotted what was waiting for her.

On the table sat another envelope, its edge tucked neatly beneath a small, framed photograph. Kate reached for the frame first, her fingers trembling slightly as she lifted it. The photo captured a candid moment of her and Lucy at this very bar, laughing uncontrollably while the NCIS team looked on, their smiles wide and genuine.

The memory was vivid. It was the night Lucy had pulled Kate into the fold of her team—a chaotic, tight-knit family who had made Kate feel like she belonged in a way she hadn’t expected.

Setting the photo down gently, Kate unfolded the letter, her heart swelling with emotion as she read:

*"Dear Kate,

This is where you became part of my family. You didn’t just fall in love with me—you found a place with the people who mean the most to me. And in case you didn’t know, they love you just as much as I do.

You’ve always been so much more than just a part of my life, Kate. You’re the reason it all feels complete.

Let’s take a walk to a quieter spot now, one that holds the memory of how our friendship grew."*

At the bottom, Lucy had scrawled a single clue: You know exactly where. The Park.

Kate let out a soft laugh, shaking her head in amazement. She clutched the photo frame to her chest for a moment, her thoughts swirling.

She remembered all the little moments here: Jesse teasing her, Kai’s laid-back humor, and Ernie’s endless enthusiasm. She thought back to the first time she’d stepped into this bar with Lucy, feeling awkward and unsure, only to be met with warmth and acceptance. They’d made her feel like one of them, even before she’d fully let herself believe she deserved it.

Lucy’s words struck a chord deep within her. This wasn’t just about the love they shared—it was about the way Lucy had brought Kate into her world and made her feel irreplaceable in it.

Sliding the letter into her bag, Kate glanced at the photo once more before heading for the door. The park wasn’t far, and her pulse quickened with each step.

Her mind raced with possibilities, but one thought rang louder than the rest: whatever awaited her there, Lucy had poured her heart into it. And for Kate, that was everything.

----

At the park, Kate was met with a picnic blanket set under a large oak tree. Another envelope lay in the center, weighed down by a small paperweight shaped like a book.

Opening the letter, Kate read:

"Here’s where I began to see the real you—the woman with a sharp wit, a kind heart, and a little spark of mischief. This was the place where friendship turned into something more. Chapter three: the park that stole my heart."

Next to the letter was another keepsake: a pressed flower from that very park, beautifully preserved in glass. Kate held it carefully, the significance not lost on her.

The next clue directed her to the NCIS bullpen.

---

Arriving at NCIS after hours, Kate was greeted by an unexpected sight. The bullpen, usually buzzing with activity or dark and deserted at this hour, was softly illuminated by fairy lights strung across the desks. The warm glow cast a magical ambiance over the space, making her pause for a moment to take it in.

Her eyes immediately landed on Lucy’s desk, where a neatly folded letter rested with her name written in Lucy’s familiar handwriting. Next to it was a small framed photo that made Kate smile even before she picked it up.

It was a snapshot from that unforgettable day—Lucy sitting in the bullpen, her face flushed from both embarrassment and residual effects of the drug she’d accidentally inhaled during a bust. Her wide, goofy grin was directed up at Kate, who had been equal parts amused and exasperated.

Kate’s laughter echoed softly in the quiet space as she unfolded the letter and began to read:

*"The place where I told you the most important words of my life, in true Lucy Tara fashion—drug-induced and totally unfiltered.

I know you’re afraid of my job, Kate, and I know it hasn’t been easy for you. But I’m so proud of how you’ve faced those fears and grown with me. You’ve let me be myself, quirks, risks, and all, and I’ll never take that for granted. Thank you for walking past the fears and choosing to love me every single day.

But it’s also the place where I, completely unplanned, blurted out how much I loved you after inhaling cocaine at that bust. You could’ve run for the hills, but instead, you stayed.

Chapter four: the confession I didn’t plan."*

Kate chuckled again, shaking her head as she wiped away a tear. She could still hear Lucy’s slurry, heartfelt words from that day.

"I love you, Kate. Like, so much. And you smell amazing."

It had been one of the most chaotic and ridiculous moments of their relationship, and yet, it was also one of the most honest.

Clutching the framed photo and letter, Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Lucy had a way of turning even the craziest, most unpolished moments into something special, something uniquely theirs.

Her gaze dropped to the bottom of the letter, where Lucy had written the final clue:

"It’s time for the final chapter. Meet me at the beach, where the sun meets the sea and our story takes its next big step."

Kate’s heart raced as she left the bullpen and made her way to the secluded beach. If Lucy had put this much thought into the journey so far, the destination was bound to be unforgettable. And she couldn’t wait to see what was waiting for her.

----

Kate’s heart raced as she drove to the beach. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, the horizon glowing like it was holding its breath for what was to come.

When she arrived at the secluded location, Kate stepped out of the car, her heels sinking slightly into the soft sand. As her eyes adjusted to the dimming light, her breath caught in her throat.

The beach had been transformed into a dreamscape. Twinkling fairy lights were strung along the edges of the clearing, illuminating the scene with a soft, ethereal glow. Lining the space were wooden boards painted with quotes—some from Kate’s novels, others new, written by Lucy’s hand.

"Sometimes the best plot twists are the ones you never see coming.”

“The greatest love stories don’t happen in perfect moments; they’re written in the chaos of life.”

“You’re the plot twist I never saw coming, but you’ve become the greatest chapter of my life.”

“My favorite story isn’t one I’ve read; it’s the one I’m living with you.”

“If love were a book, you’d be the final chapter, the one I’d never want to end.”

Kate’s eyes moved to the photographs strung up with the lights. Each one was a snapshot of a chapter in their story:

The café where she’d first seen Lucy, her world tilting in a way she didn’t yet understand. Their first conversation outside the surf shop, where Kate had been awkward and stumbling, yet Lucy had smiled as if she already saw the potential in them. The NCIS bar, where Kate had met Lucy’s team and unknowingly gained a family. The bullpen, where Lucy, high from inhaling cocaine during a bust, had blurted out her love in the most chaotic yet unforgettable way. The beach where they’d spent lazy afternoons, and kate had teased her for her “gay panic” over seeing Kate in a bikini.Every image brought back a flood of memories. Kate’s chest tightened with the weight of it all—how far they’d come, how much they’d grown.

At the center of the garden stood a small wooden bench. Resting on it was a beautifully bound book with a title etched in gold: The Eternal Love: Kate & Lucy.

Her hands trembled as she picked it up. Flipping through its pages, Kate found Lucy’s handwriting filling every corner. The book recounted their journey, each chapter lovingly detailed with the moments that had shaped their relationship.

She laughed at Lucy’s playful recounting of her “gay panic” and wiped away tears when she reached the hospital scene, where Lucy had promised to always come back to her.

On the final page, Lucy had written:
"The rest of this story is yet to be written… Will you help me write it, Kate?"

Kate’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded as she slowly closed the book, her fingers lingering over the embossed cover. She turned at the sound of soft footsteps behind her.

There she was.

Lucy stood barefoot in the sand, her curls wild from the ocean breeze. The fading sunlight framed her like a halo, her caramel eyes shimmering with emotion.

“Luce…” Kate whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Lucy stepped closer, her hands trembling as she reached for Kate’s. “Kate,” she began softly, “you once told me that the best plot twists are the ones you never see coming. And you… you were mine.”

With a deep breath, Lucy reached into her pocket and pulled out a small ring box. Dropping gracefully to one knee, she opened it to reveal an elegant oval diamond, its facets catching the light like a star.

“Kate Whistler,” Lucy said, her voice steady despite the tears brimming in her eyes, “you are my greatest plot twist, my greatest joy, and my greatest love. You’ve made me believe in happy endings and in stories that never truly end. I want to spend forever with you, writing the rest of our story together.

“Will you marry me?”

Kate’s hands flew to her mouth, her heart bursting with love. Tears spilled over as she nodded, laughing through her emotions. “Yes, Luce. A thousand times, yes.”

Lucy’s face broke into a radiant smile as she slid the ring onto Kate’s finger. Rising to her feet, Lucy pulled Kate into a deep, heartfelt kiss, their tears mingling as the world around them blurred into nothingness.

In that moment, Kate knew that this was it. Beyond the pages of her novels and the scripts of her imagination, this was the story she wanted to live—the one she wanted to write with Lucy Tara, chapter by chapter, for the rest of their lives.

Chapter Text

As Lucy and Kate stood in their heartfelt embrace on the glowing beach, a burst of cheers and clapping startled them. Kate turned sharply, her eyes widening in shock as the entire NCIS team emerged from their hiding spot behind the cluster of trees nearby.

"Congratulations!" Jesse’s voice boomed, leading the charge as he clapped enthusiastically.

“Finally!” Ernie added, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “I was starting to think this proposal would never happen!”

Jane, Kai, Ernie, and Jesse approached, grinning from ear to ear as they surrounded Kate and Lucy, offering hugs and congratulations.

Jesse pulled Lucy into a bear hug before turning to Kate. “Whistler, I’ve gotta say, Lucy has completely outdone you. Romcom writer extraordinaire, blindsided by your own fiancée. Never saw that coming, huh?”

Kate laughed, shaking her head as she accepted his hug. “Alright, Boone, I admit it—she surprised me. I didn’t expect this.” She gestured to the twinkling lights and memory garden, her voice softening. “She outdid herself.”

Ernie chimed in, smirking. “Seriously, Kate, you’ve got competition now. Lucy might’ve just set the bar too high for your next book. You’re not even the most romantic one in this relationship anymore!”

Kate raised an eyebrow, feigning mock offense. “Is that so?” She turned to Lucy, who was grinning smugly. “Don’t let it get to your head, Tara. You got lucky this one time.”

Lucy winked. “Oh, it’s already gone to my head. Admit it—you’re head over heels for me.”

Kate laughed, throwing her arms around Lucy. “I am, and you know it.”

Kai clapped a hand on Lucy’s shoulder, grinning. “Honestly, Luce, I didn’t think you could pull this off. Between the excuses we had to come up with to keep Kate away and all your nervous pacing, I was sure she’d figure it out.”

Lucy groaned. “You try planning a surprise proposal for someone who’s suspicious of everything! I was sweating bullets every time Kate asked me what I was up to.”

Jane chuckled, crossing her arms. “It’s true. You were a mess, Lucy. But in the end, you nailed it.” She turned to Kate with a warm smile. “And I can’t imagine anyone more perfect for you, Kate.”

Kate’s voice softened as she glanced at Lucy. “Neither can I.”

After some playful ribbing and heartfelt congratulations, the team left to give the couple their privacy, promising to celebrate properly soon. Kate and Lucy returned home, still basking in the glow of their engagement.

She tightened her hold on Lucy’s hand and whispered, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

Lucy grinned, pressing another kiss to her knuckles. “Get used to it, Whistler. This is just the beginning.”

And as the waves lapped softly at the shore, surrounded by laughter and love, Kate knew Lucy was right.

When they arrived home, Kate didn’t give Lucy a chance to catch her breath. As soon as they stepped inside, Kate turned, grabbed Lucy by the collar of her shirt, and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

“Whoa,” Lucy managed to breathe out when Kate finally let her come up for air. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s this about?”

Kate’s eyes glimmered with a mix of love and desire. “You. Your stupidly perfect proposal. Everything. I don’t think I’ve ever been more in love with you than I am right now.”

Lucy’s cheeks flushed, but her grin was cocky as ever. “Well, when you put it that way…”

Kate didn’t wait for her to finish, guiding her backward toward the bedroom. “No more talking, Luce.”

Lucy let out a soft laugh, surrendering as Kate tugged her inside and kicked the door shut.

Kate pushed Lucy onto the bed, her movements filled with urgency but her touch reverent. She climbed onto the mattress, her hands sliding up Lucy’s sides as she kissed her again, this time slower, savoring every second.

Lucy’s hands found Kate’s waist, pulling her closer. “You’re unbelievable,” Lucy murmured against Kate’s lips, her voice thick with emotion. “How did I get so lucky?”

Kate pulled back just enough to look at Lucy, her blonde hair falling loose around her face. “I’m the lucky one, Luce. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have—a real, messy, beautiful, incredible love.”

Lucy’s heart swelled, and she reached up, brushing her fingers along Kate’s cheek. “You deserve every bit of it, Kate.”

Kate leaned down, her lips grazing Lucy’s jawline, her hands exploring with a confidence that sent a shiver through Lucy. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you,” Kate whispered, her voice low and full of promise.

Lucy’s breath hitched as Kate kissed her way down her neck, her touch leaving a trail of warmth. The intensity between them grew, every kiss, every caress a wordless declaration of the love they shared.

As the night stretched on, their passion deepened, each moment a reminder of the bond they had built—a love born from serendipity and nurtured through trials, now sealed with a promise of forever.

---

The next morning, Kate woke up to the soft warmth of the sunlight peeking through the curtains, casting golden rays across the room. She blinked slowly, feeling disoriented for a moment, until she turned her head and saw Lucy lying beside her, snoring softly, her curls messy against the pillow. Kate felt a surge of love rush through her chest.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered if the proposal yesterday had been a dream. It all felt so surreal—the glowing memory garden, Lucy’s heartfelt words, the cheers of their friends—but then her gaze drifted to her hand. The weight on her ring finger was unfamiliar yet comforting. The diamond sparkled in the sunlight, catching her breath.

Kate lifted her hand, studying the ring carefully for the first time. She hadn’t taken the time to truly look at it amidst the whirlwind of emotions the day before. The oval diamond sat perfectly in its intricate setting, the design elegant yet striking.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, Luce,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly. “You’re mad.”

Just then, Lucy stirred beside her, mumbling something incoherent before cracking open her eyes. She gave Kate a sleepy smile and pulled her closer. “Good morning, fiancée,” she said, her voice raspy from sleep.

Kate’s heart swelled, and she couldn’t help but kiss Lucy’s forehead. “Good morning, Luce,” she murmured, smiling widely.

But then her brows furrowed slightly, and Lucy immediately picked up on it. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from Kate’s face.

Kate hesitated, then glanced at her hand. “Luce, the ring… It’s beautiful, but it must have cost you a fortune. It’s really expensive.”

Lucy smiled knowingly, already anticipating Kate’s reaction. “I wondered when you’d ask,” she teased, leaning in to kiss her nose. “Kate, remember how I told you about my grandma and how she left everything to me?”

Kate nodded slowly, still looking at her with a hint of concern.

“Well, I used some of that to get the ring. I wanted the best for you because you deserve it, babe. Don’t worry so much, okay?” Lucy said, her voice tender.

Kate’s lips curved into a smile, but she still shook her head. “Okay… but no more expensive things for the time being, alright?”

Lucy grinned and saluted playfully. “As you say, ma’am.”

---

Later, after freshening up, the two of them sat together on the couch, sipping coffee. Kate was absently running her fingers over the band of her ring when she looked at Lucy.

“I should call my parents and tell them,” Kate said casually.

Lucy froze for a brief moment but quickly recovered, smiling nervously. “Sure, babe. Go ahead.”

Kate frowned slightly, sensing Lucy’s odd tone, but shrugged it off as she grabbed her phone. Moments later, the screen lit up with her parents, Christie and Rob, on a video call.

“Mom, Dad—” Kate started, but Christie’s face lit up before she could finish.

“Oh, Kate, Lucy, my darlings! Finally!” Christie exclaimed, clasping her hands together in delight.

Kate blinked, taken aback. “Finally? Wait, you knew?”

Christie nodded eagerly, her smile wide. “Of course, we knew! Lucy is such a sweetheart. She called us and asked for our permission weeks ago.”

Kate’s jaw dropped as she turned to Lucy, who gave her an innocent smile and a small shrug.

“She what?” Kate asked, her voice incredulous, before looking back at the screen.

Rob chuckled warmly, placing a hand on Christie’s shoulder. “It’s true, dear. Though Lucy didn’t need to ask, we already love her. But it was thoughtful, and it meant a lot to us. She wanted to do everything the right way.”

“Oh, Lucy, it was so romantic!” Christie gushed. “You’ve completely won us over. Not that you hadn’t already, but this was the icing on the cake. Kate, you’re so lucky!”

Kate felt her cheeks heat up as she tried to process the conversation. “Mom…” she muttered, feeling both touched and embarrassed.

“Now, when’s the wedding? Oh, we have so much to plan! I can’t wait to help,” Christie continued, her excitement palpable.

“We’ll let you know soon, Mom,” Kate said, her voice affectionate despite her flustered expression.

Rob leaned in closer to the camera, his smile warm and fatherly. “Congratulations to you both. We couldn’t be happier for you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Kate said softly, feeling her heart swell at their support.

Lucy chimed in, her grin wide. “Thank you, Christie. Thank you, Rob. It means so much to me.”

Christie beamed. “Oh, Lucy, you’re family now. And don’t worry, we’ll make sure Kate doesn’t overthink everything.”

“Mom!” Kate protested, but her mother just laughed, waving her off.

---

When the call ended, Kate turned to Lucy, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

“So… you called my parents and asked for their permission? Without telling me?”

Lucy chuckled nervously, scratching the back of her neck. “Yeah, well, it felt like the right thing to do. I wanted them to know how much you mean to me, and I wanted their blessing.”

Kate tried to keep her stern expression, but it melted into a soft smile as she shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

Lucy leaned closer, her voice cheeky. “Ridiculously in love with you.”

Kate laughed, swatting her arm. “Alright, you’re forgiven. But no more sneaky surprises, okay?”

Lucy smirked. “We’ll see.”

---

As they settled back into the couch after the call, Kate turned to Lucy, her expression curious but playful.

“Luce… do you need a proposal too?” Kate asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lucy smirked, leaning back with her arms crossed. “Planning any surprises, baby?”

Kate’s eyes widened, and she laughed, mortified. “No, baby, no surprises. You know how you manage to put yourself in danger every time I even think about surprises. No surprises!”

Lucy laughed heartily, pulling Kate into her arms and kissing her softly. “Babe, I don’t need a big gesture. I just need a ring to tell the world I’m taken by the most beautiful woman on the planet. That’s all.”

Kate smiled, her heart skipping a beat. “Okay… I’ll get you one.”

---

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Kate broke the quiet. “So… when do you think we should have the wedding?”

Lucy’s eyes lit up. “How about Christmas? It’s a month away—romantic, festive, perfect!”

Kate gave her a look that was equal parts amused and exasperated. “Luce, no. We can’t plan everything on such short notice. A month isn’t enough time to put together a wedding.”

Lucy shrugged with a grin. “Fair enough. What do you want, though? A big wedding with all the works? Or should we just run to the courthouse right now and get married?”

Kate blushed at the suggestion, looking down at her hands before glancing back up at Lucy. “I’ve always wanted a wedding. I kind of want to see what all the hype is about. But… I didn’t think much about it, especially after losing Noah. I shut off that part of my heart, and everything just felt so distant.”

Lucy’s expression softened, her hand reaching to cover Kate’s.

Kate smiled faintly, her voice warm. “But now… you’ve managed to thaw my heart, charm it, and fill it with so much joy. I kind of want to experience everything about a wedding—because now I can clearly see the face of the person waiting for me at the end of the aisle.”

Lucy’s heart felt like it might burst, and she leaned in to kiss Kate gently. “Okay,” she said softly. “How about a summer wedding? June?”

Kate’s face lit up, her smile wide and bright. “Perfect, Luce. It’ll give us time to plan the best wedding for us.”

Lucy chuckled, nodding. “Of course. Always the planner and organizer.”

Kate laughed, swatting her arm. “Hey, someone has to balance out your chaos!”

Lucy smirked, pulling Kate closer. “June it is, then. Perfect, babe.”

Kate leaned her head against Lucy’s shoulder, smiling to herself. “Perfect.”

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As Lucy entered the apartment that evening, Kate immediately noticed her fiancée wasn’t her usual cheerful self. She was stirring a pot on the stove, preparing Lucy’s favorite dinner, and looked over with a warm smile. “Hey, babe. Rough day?”

Lucy shrugged, kicking off her shoes. “You could say that.”

Kate turned off the stove, wiped her hands on a kitchen towel, and walked over to Lucy. Wrapping her arms around Lucy’s waist, she pulled her close, kissing her softly. “Go freshen up, babe. Dinner’s almost ready. I’ll plate it for you.”

Lucy managed a small smile and nodded. “Okay.” She headed to the bedroom, leaving Kate watching her with concern.

Kate knew Lucy well enough to sense something was bothering her, but she also knew not to push. Lucy would open up when she was ready.

---

Over dinner, Kate made a conscious effort to lighten Lucy’s mood, cracking jokes and teasing her gently until Lucy laughed despite herself. The tension in Lucy’s shoulders eased, and by the time they were washing up, she seemed more relaxed.

Later, as they lay together in bed, Kate finally asked, “What’s wrong, babe? You’ve been quiet since you got home. Did something happen at work?”

Lucy sighed, pulling Kate into a tight hug and burying her face in her neck. For a few moments, she didn’t speak, but then she admitted softly, “Tennant informed me today that I have to go to the mainland for three days for a work conference.”

Kate blinked, surprised, then felt a pang of disappointment. Still, she smiled and said warmly, “That’s great, babe. I’m so proud of you.”

Lucy tightened her grip, burrowing even closer. “But I don’t want to go. I want to be here with you. We just got engaged, and Christmas is around the corner. I wanted to help with the decorations and spend time with you, not attend some boring conference.”

Kate smiled, brushing her fingers through Lucy’s curls and kissing her temple. “Babe, I want nothing more than for you to stay too. But if Jane’s sending you, it must be important. You should go.”

Lucy groaned, pulling back to pout at Kate. “Hey, don’t be so logical and right.”

Kate laughed, cupping Lucy’s cheek. “Well, someone has to be! Don’t worry—three days will be over in no time. I’ll miss you every minute, but I’ll keep you entertained by sending you my story drafts.”

Lucy smiled at that, her lips brushing against Kate’s neck as she murmured, “And find that ring for me too, babe.”

Kate squirmed at the ticklish sensation, laughing. “Sure, sure. Now tell me—when do you leave?”

“Tomorrow evening,” Lucy said with a slight pout, knowing what was coming next.

Kate rolled her eyes, already planning. “Okay, knowing you, I’ll have to do all your packing.”

Lucy grinned cheekily, leaning in to kiss her. “Hey, don’t blame me! Not everyone is as organized and meticulous as you. Besides, I don’t need much. A duffle bag will do.”

Kate shook her head in exasperation. “No way. You’re not going to the mainland with that small, ridiculous bag. You need proper clothes to keep you warm, and I’ll help you pack tomorrow.”

Lucy kissed her again, her grin softening into something more affectionate. “Thank you… You’re perfect, you know that?”

Kate smiled, her cheeks warming as she snuggled closer. “And don’t you forget it.”

---

The next day, the NCIS team gathered at the airport to see Lucy off. Jesse, Kai, Ernie, and Jane stood with Kate, waving as Lucy checked in her bags. Jesse nudged Lucy’s shoulder.

“Three days, huh? Don’t get too comfortable on the mainland, or we might replace you,” he joked with a grin.

Lucy smirked. “You couldn’t handle me being gone for longer, Boone. Admit it—you’d miss me too much.”

Kai laughed. “Sure, sure, but only because we’d have to hear Kate telling us how boring Hawaii is without you.”

Kate raised an eyebrow at Kai, amused but unimpressed. “I do not say that.”

Ernie chimed in, “Not yet, but give it 24 hours. You’ll start writing poetry about her absence.”

Lucy grinned, turning to Kate. “See what I deal with, babe?”

Kate smirked, her eyes sparkling. “And you love it.”

Just then, Jane stepped forward and wrapped Lucy in a firm, motherly hug. She squeezed Lucy tightly, then pulled back, her expression serious.

“Now, listen, Tara,” Jane said, pointing a finger at her. “You be careful out there. No heroics, no showing off, and definitely no unnecessary risks. Got it?”

Lucy grinned sheepishly. “Got it, boss. I’ll be a model NCIS agent. Promise.”

Jane huffed but softened, brushing imaginary dust off Lucy’s shoulder. “Good. And don’t come back with any scrapes or bruises, or Kate and I will both have something to say about it.”

Lucy laughed, but her gaze shifted to Kate, her expression softening. She pulled her fiancée aside, away from the teasing chaos of their team. Hugging Kate tightly, she buried her face in Kate’s shoulder, inhaling her comforting scent.

“You better take care of yourself while I’m gone, okay?” Lucy murmured.

Kate pulled back just enough to look Lucy in the eyes, her lips quirking in amusement. “Luce, I’m not the one running into danger on a daily basis. I’m a writer. The only thing I’m wrestling with is a manuscript deadline.”

Lucy chuckled softly. “Still. No staying up until 3 a.m. rewriting the same chapter, no skipping meals, and definitely no drinking too much coffee.”

Kate rolled her eyes but kissed Lucy’s forehead. “I’ll be fine. You’re the one who needs to stay safe. I’ll be here, waiting for you, working on our story—literally and figuratively.”

Lucy smiled, her heart swelling. “You really are the best, Kate.”

Kate grinned. “I know. Now, go. And don’t let Jane scare you too much.”

Lucy laughed and kissed Kate quickly before joining her team. But as she walked toward the security checkpoint, her heart felt heavier than usual. She waved one last time, her gaze lingering on Kate before disappearing from view.

After Lucy was gone, the NCIS team turned their attention to Kate.

“Kate, you have my number,” Jane said, her tone firm. “Call me if you need anything. And don’t hesitate to come by the house—I’ll make sure you don’t spend too much time alone.”

Kai grinned. “Yeah, and we’ll be around. Mostly for our sanity because, trust me, none of us wants to deal with Lucy’s wrath if she thinks you’ve been lonely.”

Ernie nodded, mock-serious. “We’ll be like secret agents watching over you, even if you don’t see us.”

Kate chuckled, shaking her head at their antics. “Thanks, everyone. I appreciate it. I’ll be fine, though. Really.”

Jane gave Kate a warm smile. “Still, we’ve got your back.”

Later that evening, after Jane had dropped Kate home and stayed for dinner, Kate climbed into bed, the quiet of the house amplifying Lucy’s absence. She picked up her notebook, jotting down thoughts to distract herself, but her gaze kept drifting to the empty side of the bed.

“Luce,” she whispered to the stillness, “this bed is empty without you. And now I can’t sleep without you hogging all the blankets.”

Her phone lit up with a picture of Lucy clinging to her back, a memory from their recent trek. Smiling, Kate kissed the lock screen and then her ring finger. “Come back soon, my love. Your ring will be waiting for you.”

Setting the notebook down, she curled up under the covers, her heart already counting down the days until Lucy returned.

---

The next day, Kate decided she couldn’t spend another moment in the quiet house. The silence, once her sanctuary, now felt suffocating without Lucy’s vibrant energy filling every corner. Lucy’s chaotic habits, which Kate had initially found amusingly maddening, had become an integral part of her life. With Lucy gone, even the smallest things—like her humming off-key while making coffee—were deeply missed.

Grabbing her bag and notebook, Kate decided to head to her office downtown, hoping the change of scenery would help her focus.

By mid-morning, Kate was engrossed in rewriting a tricky chapter when a note was slipped under her office door. She frowned, unsure how someone had bypassed the front desk. Picking it up, she read:

"Dear Ms. Whistler,
Your writing is extraordinary. It’s like you’ve looked into my soul and turned my feelings into words. I’ve never felt so connected to someone through their work. You must know how deeply you’ve touched people, especially someone like me. You’re more than an amazing writer; you’re an amazing person."

The words seemed harmless, but something about the tone unsettled her. It felt too personal, as if the sender knew her beyond her books. The detail about her being an “amazing person” caught her attention—how could they know? Shaking her head, Kate brushed it off. It’s probably just a big fan, she thought, tucking the note into her desk.

By the afternoon, Kate had lost all interest in writing. She decided to step out and buy Lucy’s ring. The idea of choosing something special for her fiancée brightened her mood.

At the jewelry store, Kate carefully browsed the selection, picturing what Lucy might like. She knew Lucy didn’t want anything too flashy or impractical for her work in the field. After much deliberation, Kate’s eyes fell on a simple yet elegant ring: a platinum band with a small, round diamond set at the center. It was understated and perfect—just like Lucy. The thought of Lucy wearing it, proudly showing it off, brought a soft smile to Kate’s lips.

As she paid for the ring, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as if she were being followed. She glanced around the store but saw nothing suspicious. Shrugging off the unease, she decided to call Jane.

“Hey, Jane. I’m at the jewelry shop. Are you free to stop by?” Kate asked.

“Of course,” Jane replied immediately. “I’ll head over now.”

When Jane arrived, Kate greeted her with a relieved smile. She showed Jane the ring, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

“It’s beautiful, Kate,” Jane said warmly. “Lucy’s going to love it.”

As they exited the store and walked to the car, Kate caught sight of something in the rearview mirror—a figure standing across the street, their gaze fixed on her. She blinked, and the person was gone.

“Kate?” Jane’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

“Hm?” Kate turned to her.

“I was saying, why don’t you come to my place tonight? Julie’s been asking about you, and it’d be nice to have company.”

Kate hesitated for a moment but then smiled. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

Jane drove them home, chatting about the upcoming holidays, while Kate tried to ignore the lingering unease in her chest. She told herself it was nothing—just her imagination running wild. Little did she know, she wasn’t imagining it. Lucy’s instinctive worry had been right all along.

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The next morning, Kate returned home after staying at Jane's house for the night. After freshening up, she sat down for breakfast when her phone rang. It was her assistant, Nina.

"Good morning, Ms. Whistler," Nina greeted nervously. "I’m so sorry to bother you, but I forgot to inform you yesterday. You’ve been invited as a guest speaker at the Hawaii State Library in Honolulu today for their Literature Week celebration."

Kate sighed, scolding Nina lightly. "Nina, you need to be more organized. But fine, inform them of my arrival."

Kate smiled as her phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call. Seeing Lucy’s name pop up, she immediately accepted, and the screen filled with Lucy’s pouty face.

“Baaaaabe,” Lucy whined dramatically, her lower lip sticking out. “This conference is soooo boring. I miss you so much. Why did I even agree to come? I’m suffering here.”

Kate chuckled, unable to resist her fiancée’s theatrics. “Oh, come on, Luce. It can’t be that bad.”

“It is,” Lucy insisted, her pout deepening. “Do you know how many times I’ve yawned today? Like, at least 50. And don’t even get me started on the food here—mediocre at best. You’re lucky you’re not here to witness my misery.”

Kate shook her head fondly, her smile widening. “Poor you. Stuck in a boring conference with bad food while I’m stuck at home...without you.”

Lucy immediately perked up, her pout vanishing as a smug grin replaced it. “Wait, wait. Did I just hear that right? Are you saying you miss me?”

Kate rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late!” Lucy beamed, leaning closer to her phone’s camera. “Admit it, Whistler. You can’t function without me.”

Kate sighed dramatically, playing along. “Fine. I admit it. The house is too quiet, and it’s driving me insane. I’ve grown so used to your chaos that I don’t even know what to do with all this calm and silence.”

Lucy gasped, clutching her chest. “You mean my presence isn’t chaos—it’s charm. You’re addicted to me, aren’t you?”

Kate snorted. “Addicted? Let’s not push it.” She paused, softening her tone. “But, yes, I miss you. A lot. More than I thought I would.”

Lucy grinned triumphantly. “See? Told you. I have that effect on people. I’m irresistible.”

“You’re insufferable,” Kate teased, though her eyes shone with affection.

“Same thing.” Lucy winked, then added in a more serious tone, “But I miss you too, babe. It’s only been a day, and I’m already counting down the hours until I get to come home.”

Kate’s heart warmed at Lucy’s words. “You better come back in one piece. I can’t deal with missing you and worrying about you pulling some ridiculous stunt.”

Lucy scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Please, I’m the picture of caution and professionalism.”

Kate arched an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Says the person who has a knack for finding trouble.”

Lucy laughed. “Touché. Okay, fine, I promise to behave. But you have to promise to stay out of trouble too. No wild adventures while I’m gone.”

Kate smirked. “I’m a writer, Luce, not an NCIS agent. I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” Lucy said, her expression softening. “I love you, Kate. Be safe, okay?”

Kate’s heart fluttered, and she leaned closer to the screen. “I love you too. And you be safe. Come back soon, Luce. The house feels empty without you.”

“I will,” Lucy promised with a grin. “And when I do, you better have stocked up on my favorite snacks to celebrate.”

Kate laughed. “Deal. Now go and pretend to pay attention at your conference.”

Lucy groaned playfully. “You’re cruel, but fine. Love you, bye!”

“Love you too,” Kate said with a smile, watching as Lucy waved dramatically before ending the call. The quiet house felt a little less lonely after hearing Lucy’s voice, but Kate’s heart still longed for her fiancée’s chaotic, comforting presence.

----

Later that day, at the Hawaii State Library, Kate delivered a beautiful speech about the history and culture of storytelling. Her words captivated the audience, and afterward, a crowd of fans swarmed her for autographs and to praise her work. Kate smiled warmly, answering their questions and signing books. She graciously acknowledged each fan, her professionalism shining through.

About half an hour later, as she made her way to the parking lot, she noticed a man approaching her with a smile. Kate’s heart skipped a beat—she recognized him. It was the same man who had approached her at a bar weeks ago, claiming to be a fan. He had backed off quickly when Lucy arrived and glared daggers at him.

Kate felt a flicker of unease. Was it just a coincidence, or had Lucy been right about him being shady? She masked her apprehension with a polite smile.

"Ms. Whistler," the man said as he reached her. "It must be my good fortune to meet you again. I’m such a big fan of your work."

"Thank you," Kate replied politely, subtly stepping back to create some distance.

"Your books are incredible, Ms. Whistler. The way you weave emotion into every story—it feels like you’re writing directly from your heart," he said, his smile warm. "It’s like you understand people on such a deep level. It’s...intoxicating, really."

Kate nodded politely. "Thank you. I try to make my characters relatable."

But then, his tone shifted, growing softer, almost conspiratorial. "You know, I’ve read every interview you’ve ever done. It’s fascinating how much you put of yourself into your characters. I feel like I know you, not just as an author but as a person."

Kate’s unease began to build, but she forced a smile. "That’s very kind of you. I’m glad my work resonates."

The man stepped closer, his gaze intent. "Kind? No, it’s more than that. Your words...they’re intimate. Personal. Like they’re meant for me. Don’t you feel that connection with your readers? Especially someone like me who...really gets you?"

Kate instinctively stepped back, her polite demeanor starting to falter. "I try to connect with everyone who reads my work," she replied, keeping her voice steady.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. "But not everyone can see the real you. Your writing—it reveals so much. Your struggles, your passions. It’s like an open window into your soul." His eyes roamed over her in a way that felt invasive. "You must be so passionate in real life. I bet you pour all of yourself into everything you do...and everyone you care about."

Kate stiffened, alarm bells ringing in her mind. "I appreciate your support," she said curtly, trying to end the conversation.

But he continued, his tone growing more intimate and unsettling. "You’re even more beautiful in person than I imagined. I can see where your characters get their charm. And that smile..." His eyes lingered on her lips. "It’s even better up close."

Then, his hand brushed her arm lightly, as if testing her boundaries. "I’ve always wondered what inspires your romance scenes. Do you pull from personal experience? If so, someone must be very lucky to have you."

Kate’s throat tightened as her unease turned into outright fear. The man’s words were no longer just compliments—they were invasions. She wasn’t sure if he was genuinely clueless or deliberately making her uncomfortable.

Before she could respond, she heard Jesse’s voice, and relief washed over her like a wave.

Kate immediately smiled. "Hey, Jesse. What are you doing here?"

Jesse’s gaze didn’t leave the man, his suspicion clear. "Oh, just dropping Gracie off. She wanted to check out the library. You alright?"

Kate nodded, and the man quickly murmured a polite "Thank you" before walking away.

Jesse’s eyes followed him until he disappeared. "Who was that?"

Kate hesitated, not wanting to overreact. "Just a fan wanting an autograph," she said lightly.

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "If Lucy were here, that guy would’ve been scared off permanently. You know how she is with her death stares."

Kate chuckled, appreciating Jesse’s humor and his protective nature. "I know. She’d probably have scared him into leaving Hawaii altogether."

Jesse’s expression softened. "Seriously, though. Be careful, Kate. And call me if you need anything, alright?"

Kate nodded, touched by his concern. "Thanks, Jesse. I’ll be fine."

Jesse dropped Kate off at her house, and as she settled onto the couch, her mind replayed the unsettling encounter. There was something off about that man, but Kate pushed the thought aside. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions or worry Lucy while she was away.

Still, unease lingered in her chest. "Come home soon, Luce," she whispered, clutching her phone. "The house is too empty without you, and I can’t even write without hearing you screaming loudly at tv.."

She kissed the lock screen of her phone, which displayed a photo of Lucy clinging to her like a koala during a recent hike. With a small, wistful smile, she decided to let it go—for now. But deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

---

The sun had long set, and the once-cozy stillness of the house now felt stifling. Kate sat on the couch, her mind uneasy and restless. Despite the many calls she had received earlier—Jesse, Kai, Ernie, and even Jane—she had declined their invitations to join them, citing a desire for quiet.

“I’m fine,” she had assured them, though her voice wavered slightly. “I just need a little me-time.”

Jane, perceptive as always, had pressed further. “Kate, are you sure? If something’s wrong—”

“No, I’m okay. Really,” Kate had interrupted, forcing a small smile that Jane couldn’t see. “Just missing Lucy a lot. I’m going to cook something and watch her favorite show. She’ll FaceTime me soon, so don’t worry.”

Reluctantly, Jane had accepted her response but left her with a gentle reminder. “All right, but if you need anything, call me. Anytime.”

“Thanks, Jane,” Kate had said, her mood lifting slightly from their conversation. But as she tried to focus on writing to shake off the lingering unease, her mind kept circling back to the man from the parking lot earlier that day.

Meanwhile, Lucy, unbeknownst to Kate, was at the airport, brimming with excitement. The conference had ended early, and she couldn’t wait to surprise her fiancée. Boarding a red-eye flight, she smiled to herself, whispering, “I’ll be home soon, babe.”

Back at home, Kate heard a sudden knock on the door. The unexpected sound startled her, and her heart raced. Who could be visiting at this hour? She cautiously approached the door and peeked through the peephole.

A delivery guy stood outside, holding a package.

Kate opened the door slightly, her voice tinged with confusion. “I didn’t order anything.”

The man shrugged. “Ma’am, it’s addressed here.”

Reluctantly, Kate took the package. Turning it over in her hands, she tried to discern its contents. Kate was about to close the door when, the man from the parking lot shoved her into the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

Kate stumbled, barely catching her footing as panic surged through her. “What the hell—?!”

“Ms. Whistler,” he said, his voice trembling with fervor. “You’re mine. Don’t you see it? I feel it every time I read your words. You talk to me through your books.”

Kate’s heart pounded as she backed away. “You need to leave. Right now,” she said, her voice firm but shaking.

He stepped closer, his eyes wide with obsession. “No, no, you don’t mean that. I know you love me. I know you’ve been waiting for me.”

“I don’t even know you!” Kate snapped, her fear bubbling into anger.

The man’s face twisted into something dark. “Don’t lie to me!” he barked, his voice echoing through the room. “You’re mine, and I know how to make you see that.”

Before Kate could react, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him. She gasped, struggling against his grip, but he was too strong.

“You don’t have to fight, Ms.Whistler,” he said, his tone softening, as if he believed this was a romantic gesture. “We’re meant to be together.”

“Let me go!” Kate screamed, trying to pull away.

He didn’t listen. Instead, his hands roamed, gripping her arms tightly as he leaned in, attempting to kiss her. Kate turned her face away, but he pressed his lips to her cheek, then moved toward her neck.

“Stop!” she cried, her voice breaking.

His hands slid to her blouse, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He tugged at the fabric, exposing her collarbone as Kate thrashed in his grip.

“Get off me!” she shouted, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his voice eerily calm. “I know what you need, Ms.Whistler. I’ll take care of you.”

Kate’s fear turned to sheer terror as his hand slid lower, grazing her waist. She shoved him with all her might, but he barely budged. He pushed her toward the floor, pinning her down as he attempted to unbuckle his belt with one hand while holding her with the other.

“You’re going to love this,” he said, his tone dripping with sick confidence.

Kate’s mind raced, panic clouding her thoughts. She twisted and squirmed, using every ounce of her strength to push against him.

“No! Stop!” she screamed, her voice raw.

The man grunted, clearly annoyed by her resistance. He slapped her across the face, his voice sharp. “Stop fighting me!”

The pain jolted her, but it also ignited a surge of fury. She kicked out, her knee connecting with his stomach. He groaned, momentarily loosening his grip. Taking advantage of the brief opening, Kate shoved him hard and scrambled to her feet.

She bolted for the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she pressed her back against the door, tears streaming down her face.

Her body shook as she listened to him outside, his voice chillingly calm again.

“Ms. Whistler,” he called, knocking gently at first. “You can’t hide from me. Come out, and we’ll have a nice night together.”

Kate clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her phone was still in the living room. She cursed herself for not carrying it with her.

The knocking grew louder, turning into pounding. “Don’t make me break this door, Kate,” he growled. “I promise I’ll be gentle if you just listen to me.”

Her mind raced as she tried to remember everything Lucy had taught her about self-defense. She forced herself to focus, wiping her tears away. Crying wasn’t going to help.

Kate searched the closet frantically and found a baseball bat. She gripped it tightly, her hands trembling.

The man’s voice turned cold. “If you don’t come out, I’ll have to force my way in. But don’t worry, I’ll make you love me. You’ll see.”

The door splintered as he began ramming it with his shoulder. Kate’s heart pounded as she braced herself.

Finally, the door gave way, and he stumbled in. Without hesitation, Kate swung the bat with all her might, striking him on the side of the head. He groaned, staggering backward, clutching his temple.

Kate didn’t wait to see if he would recover. She darted past him, grabbed her phone from the couch, and bolted out the front door.

Trembling, she dialed Jane. The phone rang once before Jane answered, her voice groggy but alert.

“Kate? What’s wrong?”

“Jane,” Kate sobbed, her voice breaking. “Help me! Please come fast!”

“I’m on my way,” Jane said, her voice firm now. “Stay where you are.”

Kate turned to look back at the hallway. The man emerged, his hand pressed to his bleeding head. His expression was no longer one of obsession but pure rage.

“You think you can get away from me?” he hissed, stalking toward her.

The elevator chimed, and the sound made him pause. He glared at her, his eyes narrowing. “This isn’t over, Ms. Whistler. I’ll have you,” he said before darting down the stairwell.

Kate stood frozen, her body trembling violently. The adrenaline coursing through her veins began to subside, leaving her legs weak. She stumbled back into her apartment, locking the door behind her.

Collapsing onto the couch, she hugged herself tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. The terror of what had just happened overwhelmed her, and all she could think of was how much she needed Lucy by her side.

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Jane stood frozen in the doorway, her breath catching as she took in Kate’s appearance. Her shirt was torn at the shoulder, a faint mark bruised her collarbone, and her cheek was reddened, evidence of the violence she’d endured. Kate was trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Jane’s stomach churned with rage and heartbreak. She wanted to check for more injuries but knew now was not the time. She crossed the room in three quick steps, pulling Kate into a fierce hug, her own tears slipping out as Kate collapsed into her arms, clinging to her like a lifeline.

“Kate…” Jane whispered, her voice breaking, “I’m so sorry. I’m here, okay? I’ve got you.”

Kate sobbed harder, her face buried in Jane’s shoulder. “I… I need Lucy. I just need her… please…” Her voice cracked with desperation, and it shattered Jane’s heart.

Jane held her tighter, her own tears falling freely. “Lucy will be home soon, I promise. But I’m here right now. I won’t leave you. Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

Kate nodded faintly, too shaken to speak. Jane gently guided her to the bedroom, sitting her down on the edge of the bed. She grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and knelt before her. “Kate, drink this, please. You need to calm down, or you’ll pass out.”

With trembling hands, Kate took the glass and sipped, her sobs still wracking her body. She looked at Jane with tear-filled eyes. “It’s so quiet… and I feel so… alone. I need her, Jane. I can’t… I can’t do this without her.”

Jane bit her lip, swallowing the lump in her throat. She reached out and squeezed Kate’s hand. “You’re not alone. I’m here, and Lucy will be here soon. But you need to rest, okay? Close your eyes, Kate. I’m right here.”

It felt like an eternity, but eventually, Kate’s exhaustion won out. Her sobs quieted, though tears still slipped from her closed eyes as she drifted into a restless sleep.

Jane stood and stepped out of the room, immediately dialing Jesse, Kai, and Ernie. Within minutes, they arrived, their faces a mix of confusion and worry.

“What happened?” Jesse demanded, his voice tight with concern.

Jane ran a hand through her hair, her composure barely holding. “Someone… attacked Kate. She hasn’t said much, but it’s clear what he tried to do.” Her voice cracked, and she took a deep breath.

The room fell silent as the weight of her words sank in. Kai clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “Did she say who it was?”

Jane shook her head. “Not yet. And honestly, I don’t think I have the courage to ask her right now. She’s been through enough.”

Ernie’s voice was soft but laced with anger. “What do we do now? Should we start looking for him?”

Jane shook her head again. “No. Not yet. She needs to wake up first. Until then, we stay here for her.”

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Meanwhile, Lucy’s plane landed just as dawn was breaking over Hawaii. She stepped off, her heart pounding with excitement. Her conference had ended early, and she hadn’t told Kate, wanting to surprise her.

“I’ll be home soon, babe,” she murmured to herself, imagining Kate’s delighted reaction.

By 5 a.m., Lucy pulled into their driveway, carrying a bag of Kate’s favorite breakfast. She smiled, thinking of how Kate would wake up to coffee and pastries. But her excitement turned to confusion as she spotted her team’s cars parked outside.

She stepped into the house, her brow furrowed. “What are you guys doing here at this hour?” she asked with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “Night out without me, huh?”

The silence in the room was deafening. Jesse, Kai, Ernie, and Jane all avoided her gaze, their tension palpable.

Lucy’s smile faded. “Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Kate? Is she okay?” Her voice grew more urgent when no one answered.

Jane finally stepped forward, her face drawn with worry. “Luce, calm down. Kate just fell asleep.”

“Just fell asleep? What does that mean? Is she okay? What happened?” Lucy’s voice rose, panic creeping in.

Jane hesitated, tears brimming in her eyes. “Go to her. She’s been asking for you.”

Lucy’s gaze swept the room, landing on her baseball bat lying near the couch, smeared with blood. Her stomach dropped. “Why is my bat here? Why is there blood on it? What happened to Kate?”

Before Jane could answer, a muffled cry came from the bedroom.

“No… please, no! Leave me alone!”

Lucy’s heart shattered as she recognized Kate’s voice, raw and desperate. She ran to the bedroom, her pulse racing.

Kate was thrashing in her sleep, tears streaming down her face as she cried out. “No! Don’t touch me!”

Lucy dropped to her knees beside the bed, her own tears falling. “Kate, hey, I’m here. It’s me, babe. Wake up. I’m here, okay?” Her voice was soft but firm, laced with emotion.

Kate stirred, her eyes fluttering open. The moment she saw Lucy, she broke into fresh sobs and threw her arms around her. “Luce… you’re back. I needed you… I needed you so much…”

Lucy held her tightly, her own tears soaking into Kate’s hair. “I’m here now, love. I’m not going anywhere, okay? No one will ever hurt you again. I promise.”

Kate clung to her like a lifeline, sobbing into her chest. Lucy kissed her temple, her voice trembling. “I’ve got you, babe. You’re safe now.”

For a long time, they stayed like that, Lucy holding Kate as her sobs slowly subsided. But the fire of anger burned bright in Lucy’s chest. She didn’t know who had hurt Kate, but she swore to herself that whoever it was would pay dearly. For now, though, her only focus was on the woman in her arms.

“I love you, Kate,” she whispered. “I promise he will never hurt you again.”

Kate nodded weakly, her voice muffled against Lucy’s shoulder. “I love you too… stay here please…”

“Always,” Lucy vowed, holding her even closer.

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Lucy took a deep breath, steadying herself as she sat beside Kate on the bed. Her heart ached seeing the state Kate was in, and she knew the next steps, though necessary, would be even harder. Gently, she took Kate’s hands in her own and spoke softly, “Babe, you need to change out of these clothes. Let’s get you more comfortable.”

Kate shook her head, her body trembling. “No, Luce. I don’t want to. Please… just let me stay like this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lucy hesitated for a moment before leaning closer, her voice filled with tender persistence. “Please, Katie. Let me help you, okay? Just trust me. I’ll be right here.”

Kate finally nodded, though her hands gripped Lucy’s tightly. Lucy stood up and retrieved a fresh pair of clothes from the closet. She returned to Kate, her expression soft but her emotions simmering beneath the surface. As Kate hesitantly began removing her torn shirt, Lucy’s eyes landed on faint scratches across her collarbone and arms. Her jaw clenched tightly, her anger boiling as she fought to remain calm for Kate’s sake.

Kate noticed Lucy’s stare and misread it, her tears flowing anew. “Luce… it’s okay if you don’t want me anymore. I understand…”

Lucy’s head snapped up at Kate’s words, and before Kate could finish her sentence, Lucy cupped her face, her tone firm but full of love. “Are you mad, Kate Whistler? What are you even saying right now? I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I always will. Nothing can change that.”

Kate sobbed, her tears spilling faster. “But I…”

Lucy cut her off, shaking her head. “No buts, okay? This—none of this—is your fault. Nothing about you could ever make me stop loving you.” Her voice softened as she asked, “Babe, did he… did he do anything else?”

Kate shook her head vehemently and buried her face in Lucy’s curls, her voice muffled. “No, Luce. He tried, but I pushed him away. I ran to the bedroom and remembered what you always told me… to stay calm and defend myself. That’s when I grabbed the bat and hit him.”

Lucy hugged her tightly, her voice filled with pride. “You did so good, my love. You were so brave. And don’t you worry—he won’t ever hurt you again. I’m here now, okay?”

Lucy gently tilted Kate’s face up, wiping her tears with her thumbs. She leaned in and kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of love and reassurance into it. Kate kissed her back, still crying, but the tension in her body eased slightly.

When they pulled apart, Lucy’s voice trembled with emotion. “I love you, Kate. And we’re going to get through this, okay? Together.”

Kate nodded, her voice soft but steady. “I love you too, Luce.”

---

Once Kate was settled and ready, the two joined the team in the living room. Kate slowly recounted the events of the night. She spoke of the man’s persistence over the past few days and how she had brushed off Lucy’s warnings, believing it was harmless. Tears streamed down her face as she shared how the man had broken into the house, grabbed her, and how she fought back with everything she had.

Everyone was silent, their anger simmering. Jesse broke the silence, his voice filled with guilt. “Kate, I’m so sorry. We should’ve been more careful. We should’ve kept a closer eye on you.”

Kai nodded, his fists clenched. “He won’t get away with this, I swear.”

Ernie added, his voice cracking, “I feel awful, Kate. We should’ve been there for you.”

Kate managed a small, shaky smile, her voice reassuring. “It’s not your fault, guys. I didn’t trust my instincts or Lucy’s warnings. I brushed it off as nothing.”

Jane stepped forward and wrapped Kate in a tight hug. “Don’t you worry, Kate. I promise you, we’ll find that bastard. He’ll pay for what he’s done.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, their resolve solidifying. But as they turned their attention to Lucy, they noticed she hadn’t spoken a word. She stood silently, her expression unreadable.

Kate nudged her gently. “Luce? Are you okay?”

Lucy took a deep breath, her voice calm but dangerously controlled. “Let’s catch him soon.”

The room fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances. Jane whispered to Jesse, “That calm tone… it’s worse than yelling. She’s holding it all in.”

Kate placed a hand on Lucy’s arm, her worry growing. “Luce, please talk to me.”

Lucy forced a small smile. “I’m fine, babe. Really. I’m just going to freshen up, and then we’ll head out. I don’t want you staying here alone.”

Without another word, Lucy walked to the bathroom. The team exchanged worried glances, knowing full well the storm brewing beneath her calm demeanor. Kate watched Lucy leave, her heart aching with both love and fear for the woman who is holding her anger and frustration and every emotion inside. She knew Lucy’s silence wasn’t peace—it was the calm before the storm.

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The air was tense in the NCIS office. Lucy, laser-focused, worked alongside her team to track down the man who had dared to hurt Kate. Ernie poured over security footage, and Jane strategized their next steps. Lucy’s frustration simmered beneath her calm demeanor, her hands clenched into fists as she stared at the screen.

“Luce,” Jane said firmly, her voice filled with authority. “I know you want to handle this, but you need to stay level-headed. I’m not asking you to be less angry, but don’t let your emotions get the better of you.”

Lucy’s jaw tightened. “Boss, punish me later if you want, but I’m not sitting this out. This is personal.”

Jane held her gaze. “I’m not telling you to step aside, Lucy. I trust you. Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay?”

Lucy nodded curtly, her resolve unshaken. Kate, sitting in the conference room with a cup of tea, overheard the conversation. Her eyes met Lucy’s as she softly said, “Luce, please... be careful.”

Lucy’s features softened. “Of course, babe. Don’t worry.”

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When the team arrived at the suspect’s house, they found it empty. But the discovery inside chilled them to the bone. One wall was covered with photos of Kate, newspaper clippings, and printed articles—years’ worth of obsession.

“Man, this guy’s been following her forever,” Jesse muttered, his voice grim.

Kai shook his head. “He’s unhinged. We need to find him now.”

Lucy stood frozen, her eyes locked on the disturbing wall. Her voice, barely above a whisper, was laced with guilt. “It’s all my fault…”

Jesse and Kai immediately stepped in. “Luce,” Jesse said, his tone firm, “don’t even go there. This isn’t on you.”

Kai added, “You couldn’t have predicted this. Let’s focus on finding him and keeping Kate safe.”

Back at the office, Lucy’s frustration boiled over as they struggled to locate the suspect. She slammed her hand on the table, shouting, “Ernie, how are we not finding him? Where’s all that brilliance now?”

Ernie, though taken aback by her outburst, remained calm. “I’m trying, Lucy. I’m just as angry as you are.”

Lucy exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “Just… find him soon.” She stepped outside, needing air to calm the storm raging within her.

Kate was about to follow her when Jesse gently stopped her. “Let me talk to her, Kate. She needs to hear this.”

Jesse found Lucy standing outside, her arms crossed as she stared into the distance. “You know this calm act isn’t fooling anyone, right?” Jesse said, breaking the silence.

Lucy didn’t look at him. “What do you want, Jesse?”

“I want you to stop blaming yourself,” he said bluntly. “This isn’t you. You’re expressive, loud, and wear your heart on your sleeve. What’s going on?”

Lucy’s voice cracked as she admitted, “It’s my fault. I failed to protect her. I should’ve run a background check when I first saw him at the bar. I ignored my instincts.”

Jesse placed a hand on her shoulder. “Luce, stop. You can’t carry this guilt forever. What happened to Kate wasn’t your fault. She’s safe now, and she needs you to be her rock.”

Lucy nodded, her eyes glistening. “Thanks, Jesse. I’ll be okay.”

Ernie finally found the evidence, pinpointing the suspect’s current location. The team moved in, Lucy leading the charge. The man tried to escape but was no match for Lucy’s speed. She tackled him, and a scuffle ensued. He managed to graze her arm with a knife, but Lucy’s anger outweighed the pain.

“How dare you touch her?” Lucy growled, landing punch after punch. “How dare you even look at her?”

Jesse and Kai had to physically pull her off the man, who was bloodied and subdued. “Enough, Luce,” Jesse said firmly. “He’s going away for a long time. Let’s end this.”

Lucy lunged at him one last time. “If you so much as breathe near her again, I’ll kill you myself,” she hissed.

Back at the office, Jane gave Lucy a motherly scolding. “You were reckless and way out of line, now Go to Tripler’s and get checked out. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

Lucy sulked but obeyed. At the hospital, as a nurse tended to her minor bruises and the knife cut, Kate burst into the room, wrapping Lucy in a tight hug. “It’s all my fault, Luce. You’re hurt because of me.”

Lucy gestured for the nurse to leave, then pulled Kate closer. “Babe, this isn’t your fault. These are just scratches. Stop crying, okay? He’s gone, and he’s never coming back.”

Kate’s tears subsided as she whispered, “I hate seeing you like this.”

Lucy kissed her temple. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m okay. He needed to pay for what he did to you.”

Kate managed a watery smile. “My hero.”

Before Lucy could respond, Jesse, Kai, Ernie, and Jane entered.

“Well,” Kai teased, “no one’s going near Kate ever again. You broke his face and his fingers, Luce!”

Lucy replied seriously, “He deserved it. He’s lucky I left him alive.”

Kate laughed, kissing Lucy. “Thank God you didn’t go that far. But none of that now, okay?”

Lucy smirked. “No promises, babe.”

Jane cut in. “Lucy, go home and rest. You’re running on coffee and adrenaline since morning. Take the weekend off.”

Kate smiled. “Don’t worry, Jane. I’ll make sure she takes care of herself.”

Lucy nodded gratefully. “Thanks, boss. And… I’m sorry if I was out of line earlier.”

Jane smiled. “We’re good, Luce. Just don’t scare me like that again.”

As they left, Jesse pulled Lucy aside. “Talk to her, okay? You both need it.”

Lucy nodded. “I will.”

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After they returned home, the house felt quieter than usual, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Lucy set the keys down and turned to see Kate sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself. Her shoulders were hunched, and she stared at the floor with tear-filled eyes. Lucy approached cautiously, sitting beside her, her own heart aching from the weight of the day.

Kate finally broke the silence, her voice trembling. "I should’ve seen it, Lucy. I should’ve been more careful. How could I be so ignorant? I let him get so close. Look what he’s done." Her fingers lightly traced the faint marks on her collarbone, her tears slipping down her cheeks. "I don’t know what he would’ve done if…" Her voice faltered, unable to complete the thought.

Lucy immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. "Hey, don’t go there. Please. He didn’t do anything like that, Kate. You’re safe now. I promise you’re safe."

Kate buried her face in Lucy’s shoulder, sobbing quietly. "But it’s my fault. I let him into my life. I ignored the warning signs. You even tried to tell me, and I brushed it off like it was nothing. I was stupid, Luce."

Lucy shook her head fiercely, her voice breaking. "No, Kate. Don’t say that. Don’t blame yourself. It’s my fault. I failed to protect you. I should’ve done more. I felt something was off about him, and I didn’t push harder. I didn’t do enough."

Finally allowing herself to feel the weight of everything, Lucy’s tears began to fall, silent at first, then shaking her whole body. "I’m so sorry," she whispered. "I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep you safe. You mean everything to me, and I failed to protect you..."

Kate pulled back slightly, her hands framing Lucy’s face as her own tears continued to flow. "No, Lucy. No, baby. Listen to me, okay? This is not your fault. You did everything you could. You warned me, you protected me. You were the one who stopped him. Please, Luce, stop blaming yourself."

Lucy’s guilt and fear poured out of her in sobs, and Kate held her tightly, whispering soothing words as she kissed her hair. "It’s okay, Luce. We’re okay now. I’m safe, and we are good."

After a while, their tears slowed, replaced by a deep and aching need to connect, to erase the pain and fear of the past few days. Lucy cupped Kate’s face, her thumb brushing away the remaining tears. She leaned in, their lips meeting softly, a kiss filled with love and unspoken promises.

Lucy’s kisses moved slowly, reverently, as if she was memorizing every inch of Kate’s skin. She kissed the faint marks on Kate’s collarbone, the small bruises, each scar left by the man who had dared to harm her. Her lips were gentle, her touch tender. Kate felt her tears returning, but this time, they were tears of love and relief.

"You’re so beautiful, Kate," Lucy whispered between kisses. "You’re meant to be cherished, adored. And I swear, no one will ever dare to hurt you again."

Kate’s fingers tangled in Lucy’s hair as their lips met again, the kiss deepening, filled with a quiet urgency. Lucy’s hands were gentle yet firm, grounding Kate in the moment as her fingers moved expertly, drawing soft gasps from Kate.

"Leave it all behind," Lucy murmured against her lips. "Forget everything else. Just feel my love. I love you so much, Kate."

Kate’s body responded to Lucy’s every touch, her love and reassurance washing away the fear and pain. She arched beneath Lucy’s hands, her breaths coming in broken gasps as she felt the depth of Lucy’s devotion in every movement.

When her climax came, it was overwhelming, her body trembling as she screamed Lucy’s name, tears of release mixing with the sounds of her love. Lucy held her through it, prolonging the moment as much as Kate could bear, until Kate’s body shuddered with sensitivity.

Lucy kissed her softly, pulling her close as she covered them with the blanket. "I love you, Kate," she whispered, her voice steady and full of promise.

Kate snuggled into Lucy’s arms, her tears finally subsiding. "I love you too, Luce," she murmured, giving her a small, tired smile as her breathing evened out.

Lucy held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Sleep, babe. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere." And for the first time in days, they both felt safe, wrapped in each other’s love.

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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the blinds, bathing the room in a warm glow. Lucy stirred, blinking awake to the soft sounds of the world outside. She turned her head, her heart clenching at the sight of Kate curled up against her, her hand resting protectively on Lucy’s torso. Her breathing was soft and even, her face peaceful but still bearing the faint traces of the emotional weight she had been carrying.

Lucy brushed a few stray strands of blonde hair from Kate’s face and leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly. I promise you, Kate Whistler, I’ll do everything to keep you safe and happy from now on. She lingered for a moment, watching Kate with a mix of love and guilt, before slipping out of bed carefully to not wake her.

After freshening up, Lucy decided to surprise Kate with breakfast—a spread of her favorite dishes to brighten her day. She made her way to the kitchen and got to work, pouring her focus into every detail.

She prepared: Eggs Benedict with perfectly poached eggs and creamy hollandaise sauce. Freshly baked croissants from the bakery down the street, served with a variety of jams. Pancakes topped with fresh strawberries, blueberries, and a drizzle of maple syrup. A platter of sliced tropical fruits—pineapple, mango, and papaya. Crispy bacon and turkey sausages for a savory touch. A pot of freshly brewed coffee and a pitcher of orange juice to complete the feast.

As the aroma filled the house, Lucy couldn’t shake the guilt that still lingered in her chest. This isn’t just breakfast. It’s my way of showing her how much I love her, how much I’ll do for her. She arranged everything carefully, even setting aside a tray with smaller portions to bring to the bedroom.

Kate woke slowly, the sunlight warming her as she blinked against the brightness. She reached out instinctively, her fingers brushing against empty sheets. "Luce?" she called, her voice still thick with sleep.

Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, only to freeze in shock as she noticed the scene around her. The counters in the bedroom were lined with plates of food—her favorite dishes, beautifully presented. Her mind whirled, trying to wrap itself around what she was seeing.

Before she could process it fully, the door creaked open, and Lucy walked in, balancing a tray with two steaming cups of coffee and a plate of pancakes. She broke into a wide smile when she saw Kate awake.

"Good morning, babe," Lucy said softly, setting the tray on the bedside table before straddling Kate's lap and kissing her good morning.

Kate smiled against her lips, her hands settling on Lucy’s hips. "Good morning, Luce," she said, her voice warm and teasing. She pulled back slightly to gesture at the counters. "What’s all this?"

Lucy grinned sheepishly. "I made breakfast."

Kate blinked, her jaw slack as she surveyed the spread again. "Well... I’d say breakfast is good," she said, her voice laced with humor.

Lucy tilted her head nervously. "Is it too much?"

Kate’s eyes softened, realizing Lucy’s underlying fear. She pulled Lucy closer, kissing her softly. "No, no, it’s perfect, babe. Just like you." She paused, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "But you do realize we can’t finish all this, right?"

Lucy sighed and nodded, looking slightly dejected. "Yeah, sorry. I just... wanted to do something for you."

Kate cupped Lucy’s face, her voice firm but loving. "Hey, it’s a new day. Stop blaming yourself, okay? It’s not your fault and we are past that.."

Lucy’s lips curved into a smile as she kissed Kate again. "Kate Whistler, how can you always be right? And so utterly logical? And so good at understanding me without me saying anything?"

Kate laughed, pulling back just enough to press her forehead against Lucy’s. "That’s one of my hidden talents, babe. I can listen to your heart without you telling me. And remember, I’m always right. Keep that in mind for the rest of our lives, and we’re sorted."

Lucy chuckled, shaking her head. "Okay, okay. Enough. Now, go freshen up. I’ll plate some of your favorites for you."

Kate smirked mischievously as she got out of bed. "My favorite dish is right here in front of me."

Lucy’s face turned red, and she swatted at Kate playfully. "Katherine, behave!"

Kate laughed as she headed toward the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, "What? I was just being honest!"

Over breakfast, they sat together on the bed, sharing food and sipping coffee. Lucy made it her mission to keep Kate smiling, telling funny stories from NCIS and telling her about how she’d once spilled coffee all over her first day at work. Kate laughed, throwing a pillow at Lucy, who dramatically pretended to be offended.

They fed each other bites of pancakes and croissants, their conversation light and easy. For a while, it was as if the shadows of the past few days had lifted.

As Kate sipped her coffee, she looked at Lucy with a soft smile. "Thank you for this, Luce. For everything. You make me feel so loved."

Lucy leaned over, kissing her deeply. "You are loved, Kate. More than you’ll ever know."

Kate’s heart swelled as she kissed Lucy back, her lips lingering. She knew that no matter what challenges came their way, they’d face them together. And today, as they laughed and enjoyed each other’s company, it felt like the beginning of something new and beautiful.

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After finishing breakfast, Kate was sprawled on the couch, the remote in her hand as she lazily scrolled through TV channels. She wasn’t even paying attention to what was on the screen—her mind was enjoying the rare moment of relaxation. The soft hum of the morning, coupled with the comfort of being near Lucy, was all she needed after the past horrifying days..

From the bedroom, Lucy emerged, tying her curly hair into a messy bun. She had changed into a sleek workout outfit, the toned lines of her arms and legs on full display. "Kate," Lucy said with a determined look, her voice firm but gentle, "get ready. We need to go somewhere."

Kate barely glanced up, sinking further into the couch. "No, Luce, please. Let’s just rest. Today’s a day to do nothing."

Lucy crossed her arms, her lips twitching in amusement. "Babe, I need you to come with me to the gym."

Kate’s head shot up, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "The gym? Lucy, no."

"Yes," Lucy said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She stepped closer, kneeling in front of Kate and taking her hands. "I want to give you a few tips for self-defense. I’ll always be there to protect you, Kate, always. But if for some reason I’m not—" Her voice faltered briefly before she steadied it, her caramel eyes filled with resolve. "—I never want you to feel weak or helpless. What happened over the last few days made me realize something. You need to know how to defend yourself."

Kate stared at her, blinking as if Lucy had grown two heads. "You’re serious?"

Lucy nodded, squeezing her hands. "Dead serious. You’re starting self-defense classes today, and your instructor is none other than me, Lucy Tara. Now, go get changed."

Kate groaned dramatically, flopping her head back against the couch. "Lucy, I hate the gym. You know this. I’m more of a running-on-the-beach and surfing kind of person. The gym? Ugh."

Lucy stood, pulling Kate up with her. "I know you dont like the gym much babe, but this is important. I need to know you can handle yourself if...if anything ever happens again."

Kate looked into Lucy’s determined eyes and sighed, realizing there was no escaping this. "Fine. But only because I love you," she said with mock exasperation, heading toward the bedroom.

Lucy grinned, her voice trailing after Kate. "Love you too! Now, hurry up before I change my mind and decide to make you run laps!"

Kate rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she dug through her drawers for workout clothes. "What have I gotten myself into?"

She knew Lucy was right, though. The thought of being stronger, of being able to protect herself, gave her a sense of determination she hadn’t felt before. If this is what it takes to make sure no one ever tries what that man did again, I’ll do it, she thought, pulling on a pair of leggings and a tank top.

When Kate emerged, Lucy gave her an approving once-over, a proud smile spreading across her face. "Look at you, babe. Ready to take on the world."

Kate groaned again, though her lips quirked into a small smile. "Don’t get used to this, Agent Tara."

Lucy chuckled, slinging a gym bag over her shoulder. "We’ll see about that. Let’s go."

Kate followed her to the door, a mix of apprehension and newfound determination swirling in her chest. She might hate the gym, but if this was what Lucy needed her to do—and what she needed for herself—then she was all in.

----

The gym was bustling with activity when Lucy and Kate walked in. As Kate surveyed the place with a bit of trepidation, she heard two familiar voices calling her name.

"Well, well, if it isn’t the great romcom writer herself!" Jesse said with a wide grin as he and Kai approached.

Kai smirked, adding, "What are you doing here, Kate? Researching ideas for your next novel?"

Kate shrugged casually, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Nope, I’m here to get trained by Lucy."

Jesse and Kai immediately burst out laughing. "Oh, Kate," Jesse said, shaking his head in mock pity. "Only God can save you now."

Kai nodded, his expression a mix of amusement and mock seriousness. "You don’t want to train with Lucy Tara, trust me. Our charming, rule-breaking Lucy transforms into the strictest gym trainer you’ll ever meet."

Kate sighed dramatically, already regretting her decision. "Great. Just what I needed," she muttered under her breath.

Before they could continue teasing, Lucy’s firm voice cut through the air. "Kate! Stop chatting with those fools and get over here!"

Kate rolled her eyes but obeyed, giving Jesse and Kai a playful shrug. "Duty calls."

When she reached Lucy, she was greeted with a warm but focused smile. "Alright, babe," Lucy said, standing confidently on the mat. "I’m going to show you a few basic moves. Pay attention, and then we’ll practice together."

Lucy had Kate stand on the mat as she explained, "Okay, babe, first things first—self-defense isn’t just about being strong; it’s about being smart. Quick thinking can save your life. I’ll teach you a few basic moves for now which will help you build your strength, and we’ll see from there."

Kate nodded, her nerves showing as she watched Lucy move with effortless confidence.

Lucy started with a basic stance. "Always stay grounded," she instructed, stepping closer to adjust Kate’s posture. "Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. It keeps you balanced and ready to move. This is how you should always have your stance while training."

Kate mimicked the stance, and Lucy nodded in approval.

"Now, if someone grabs you from behind, here’s what you do." Lucy stepped behind Kate, demonstrating slowly. "You lean forward to lower your center of gravity. Then you use your elbow to jab their stomach or ribs—like this." She lightly tapped Kate’s side to show the motion.

"Now," Lucy said, turning back to Kate, "I’m going to try to attack you, and you’ll stop me using what I just showed you. Got it?"

Kate hesitated, shifting nervously. "Luce, are you sure? I mean...what if I hurt you? You’re so—"

"Small?" Lucy finished with a raised brow, smirking. "Kate, baby, focus. I need you to trust me, okay? I may be small, but I’m scrappy. I’ve got tricks for taller opponents, multiple opponents, even armed ones. You’re not going to hurt me."

Kate gave her a dubious look. "Now you’re just trying to turn me on," she said with a playful smirk.

Lucy let out an amused but exasperated laugh. "Katherine, focus!"

"Alright, alright," Kate relented, taking her stance.

Kate tried it, hesitating at first, but Lucy encouraged her. "Good! Now put a little force behind it. Remember, this isn’t about being polite; it’s about getting away."

Next, Lucy showed Kate how to break free from a wrist grab. "If someone grabs your wrist, twist toward their thumb. It’s the weakest part of their grip." She demonstrated, letting Kate practice on her. After a few tries, Kate successfully broke Lucy’s grip with a determined pull.

"See?" Lucy said with a proud grin. "You’ve got it. Now let’s work on punches."

Lucy stepped in front of a punching bag and demonstrated a perfect jab. "Thumb outside the fist, wrist straight, and punch with your whole body—not just your arm. Watch."

She threw a series of jabs and crosses, each one landing with a solid thud against the bag. Kate watched in awe, her admiration clear.

When it was Kate’s turn, Lucy stood behind her, gently guiding her movements. "You’re stronger than you think," Lucy said, her voice full of encouragement. "Don’t hold back."

Kate started slowly but gained confidence with each punch. By the time she landed a solid hit, Jesse and Kai were clapping from the sidelines.

"Look at that!" Jesse called out. "Kate Whistler’s got a mean right hook!"

Lucy beamed with pride. "She sure does."

After another round, Kate finally flopped onto the mat, breathing heavily. "Luce, I’m done. Enough for today, please," she said, her voice half-serious, half-pleading.

Lucy chuckled, relenting. "Alright, we’ll call it for today. But," she added with a pointed look, "you’re coming back three times a week."

"Twice," Kate countered quickly, sitting up. "Twice a week is plenty."

Lucy crossed her arms, pretending to think it over. "Fine. Twice a week. But next time, less lounging around, okay?"

Kate grinned triumphantly. "Deal."

After Kate declared she was done for the day, she sat with Jesse and Kai on the mat while Lucy continued her own workout.

"Alright," Lucy said, tying her hair into a bun. "Time for the real fun."

She started with a warm-up: jump rope. The rope moved so fast it was a blur, her feet barely touching the ground as she moved with flawless rhythm.

Kate watched, her eyes glued to Lucy’s toned legs and the way her muscles flexed with each jump.

Next, Lucy moved to the heavy bag, unleashing a flurry of punches, kicks, and knee strikes. Each hit was precise, her power evident in the way the bag swayed.

"She’s like a machine," Kai said, shaking his head in admiration.

"More like a goddess," Kate muttered, her eyes trailing over Lucy’s abs as they rippled with each movement.

Jesse and Kai exchanged knowing smirks.

Lucy then moved to the pull-up bar, gripping it effortlessly. She began doing pull-ups, her arms and back muscles flexing with each lift. Kate’s mouth went dry as she watched, her admiration bordering on awe.

"Uh, Kate," Jesse said with a knowing grin. "You’re drooling."

Kai joined in, smirking. "She’s not the only one, though. Look around."

Kate tore her gaze away from Lucy, glancing around the gym. Sure enough, a few women were openly watching Lucy, their admiration barely concealed.

Kate’s jaw tightened, jealousy sparking in her chest. "Well," she said with a huff, "I’d better give her that ring soon so everyone knows she’s off-limits."

Jesse and Kai burst out laughing, their teasing relentless. "Oh, Kate," Jesse said through his laughter, "you are so easily jealous."

Kate smirked, her confidence returning. "Damn right I do," she said, her eyes drifting back to Lucy. "And she’s worth every bit of it."

----

Back at home, after a quiet dinner filled with light conversation and stolen glances, Kate leaned back on the couch, her expression warm and soft as she looked at Lucy.

"Thank you, Luce," Kate said, her voice heartfelt.

Lucy tilted her head, a small smile forming on her lips. "For what, babe?"

"For today—for teaching me those moves, for believing in me. It’s not just about self-defense; it’s about how much more confident I feel now. A few more sessions, and I’ll be ready. I don’t think anyone will dare to touch me again," Kate said with a determined smirk.

Lucy moved closer, taking Kate’s hand in hers. "That’s the goal, babe. I’ll make sure no one ever dares to look at you the wrong way. And with these moves, if you’re ever alone—" Lucy’s voice softened as she cupped Kate’s cheek. "—whatever happened will never happen again."

Lucy leaned in and kissed Kate softly, her lips lingering in a promise of love and protection. But kate pulled back sitting abruptly and running into bedroom living a confused and panting lucy behind.

Kate quietly disappeared for a moment, returning with an expression that Lucy couldn’t quite decipher but lucy let it slide. she scrolling through her phone, Kate walked up to her, a playful yet serious glint in her eyes.

"Lucy," Kate said softly, holding out her hand.

Lucy raised a brow. "Yes, babe?"

Kate smirked and tugged Lucy to her feet before sitting down herself and pulling her down onto her lap. Lucy yelped in surprise but quickly relaxed, wrapping her arms around Kate’s neck.

Kate reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Lucy’s eyes widened as she watched Kate open it, revealing a ring she hadn’t seen before. Before Lucy could say anything, Kate slipped the ring onto her finger, her hands trembling slightly.

Lucy blinked, her mouth opening and closing as her emotions caught up with her.

Kate smiled, her voice shaky but full of love. "I know you’ve already given me the best surprise of my life. And I’ve already said yes. But...I wanted to give this to you sooner. Then everything happened, and I kind of forgot about it. But these last few days have shown me exactly why I love you, Lucy."

Lucy’s eyes shimmered as she listened, her hand curling instinctively around Kate’s.

"You are my strength, Luce. My pride. My safe place. I love you so deeply, and I am so lucky to be marrying you," Kate said, her voice breaking slightly with emotion. "This ring is a reminder of that. I’ll choose you for the rest of my life, every single day. And...well, it’s also a subtle message to all those women who dare to look at you that you’re officially off the market and very much taken."

Lucy laughed through her tears, leaning forward to kiss Kate passionately. The kiss was filled with gratitude, love, and the promise of forever. When they finally broke apart, Lucy looked at Kate, her smile wide and her cheeks tear-streaked.

"Well," Lucy said, her voice thick with emotion, "I’ve already told all of them I’m taken. But yeah, this ring will really drive the point home."

Kate laughed, brushing her thumb over Lucy’s cheek. "Do you like it?"

Lucy looked at the ring on her finger, admiring the simple yet elegant design. "It’s perfect, babe. But honestly, you could’ve given me a rubber band, and it would’ve worked just as well."

Kate rolled her eyes and laughed. "So, what I’m hearing is that I didn’t have to spend all that money and energy finding the perfect ring. I could’ve just gone to the nearest store." She reached for Lucy’s hand with a playful grin. "Okay, give it back then. I’ll save the money and get you a band instead."

Lucy gasped, pulling her hand away dramatically. "Hey, no! It’s mine now. If you want to take it away, you’ll have to kill me. This ring’s staying on until the day I die."

Kate’s playful expression shifted to exasperation. "Lucy, stop saying things like that."

Lucy gave her an apologetic smile. "Okay, sorry. But seriously, this ring is beautiful, Kate. Just like you. And it’s perfect because you chose it. Whatever you choose for me will always be the best."

Kate kissed her softly, her voice a teasing whisper. "God, you’re such a sap, Lucy Tara."

Lucy laughed, her arms tightening around Kate. "Well, I have to be. I’m marrying a romcom writer, after all."

Kate shook her head fondly, leaning in to rest her forehead against Lucy’s, her heart full and her world brighter with Lucy in it.

Kate’s expression softened as she leaned forward to kiss Lucy, their lips meeting in a tender yet passionate embrace. When they pulled back, Kate rested her forehead against Lucy’s, her voice a whisper. "I’m so lucky to have you, Luce. You’ve given me so much—strength, love, hope. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you."

Lucy chuckled softly, brushing her thumb over Kate’s cheek. "You don’t owe me anything, Kate. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done." She paused, her caramel eyes shining with sincerity. "But if you insist, you can repay me by being my gym buddy... twice a week, minimum."

Kate laughed, her musical voice filling the room. "Fine, Tara. But only because I love you—and because you’ve got me hooked on that right hook of mine."

They spent the rest of the evening tangled together on the couch, watching their favorite movie. As the credits rolled and Lucy’s soft breathing signaled she’d fallen asleep again mid-movie against Kate’s shoulder, Kate smiled to herself.

No matter what challenges came their way, she knew they’d face them together, stronger and more in love than ever.

It wasn’t just a new day. It was a new chapter. And Kate was ready to write every word of it with Lucy by her side.

Chapter Text

The sunlight streamed through the windows of their cozy home as Lucy pulled on her jacket, ready to leave for work. She glanced at Kate, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch with her laptop open, still in her pajamas.

“Babe,” Lucy said, leaning against the doorframe with a teasing grin, “do you want to start planning the wedding? Or should we just hire a planner and let them do everything? Or better yet, we could keep it simple and minimalistic. Maybe get married right here in our living room—in pajamas, of course,” she added with a playful wink.

Kate looked up, her lips parting in surprise. The realization hit her like a wave—amidst the whirlwind of love, recovery, and Lucy’s unwavering care, she had completely forgotten about planning their wedding.

“No,” Kate said, shaking her head adamantly. “No planner. We’ll plan our wedding together, just the two of us, okay? It’ll be perfect because it’s us.”

Lucy chuckled, walking over to kiss Kate’s cheek. “Whatever you say, ma’am. Shall we start tomorrow? It’s the weekend, and I’ll be home unless some major case comes up.”

Kate nodded, her expression softening as she gazed at Lucy. “Yes, tomorrow is perfect.”

Lucy grinned, grabbing her bag. “Alright then, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t work too hard, okay?” She kissed Kate goodbye, leaving a faint smile lingering on Kate’s lips as the door closed behind her.

---

Kate shifted in her seat, glancing at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen. The scene she was writing had her full attention now—the pivotal moment when her protagonist, Alex, was about to propose to her long-time partner, Emma.

In her mind’s eye, the scene unfolded vividly:

*Alex paced the length of the beach, the sound of crashing waves mixing with the rapid beating of their heart. The sun was dipping low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. They had rehearsed the words a thousand times, but now, standing here with the small velvet box burning a hole in her pocket, everything felt inadequate.*

*"Hey," Emma’s voice called out softly, pulling Alex from their spiraling thoughts. She approached with a curious smile, her windswept hair framing her face like a halo.*

*Alex swallowed hard and smiled, her nerves vanishing as she looked at the person who had changed her life in every imaginable way. “You’re here,” Alex said, as if she hadn’t arranged this meeting herself.*

*“Of course I’m here,” Emma teased, stepping closer. “What’s going on? You sounded... nervous on the phone.”*

*Taking a deep breath, Alex dropped to one knee, her gaze never leaving Emma’s. “I’m nervous because you make me feel things I never thought I deserved. Emma, you’ve been my anchor, my safe harbor, and my greatest adventure all at once. I want to spend every sunset, every storm, and every calm sea with you. Will you marry me?”*

*Emma’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as she nodded frantically. “Yes, Alex! Yes!” She fell to her knees to embrace her, her laughter ringing out as joyful as the waves around them.*

Kate smiled as she typed the final words of the scene, her heart warm from the emotion she’d poured into it. Then she leaned back, her mind drifting to Lucy.

Her fiancée had somehow outdone even her wildest creative visions with the way she’d proposed—raw, heartfelt, and so unapologetically Lucy. She shook her head with a fond laugh, realizing no scene she wrote could ever match the real-life romance she shared with her partner.

“Focus, Kate,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. There was work to be done, and she was determined to finish her draft today. Tomorrow, wedding planning would begin.

For now, though, she let herself bask in the lingering glow of her love for Lucy, which seemed to weave its way into every word she wrote.

---

The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains as Lucy stretched, her hand lazily patting the empty space beside her. When she realized Kate wasn’t there, she groaned, burying her face in the pillow.

“It’s Saturday,” she mumbled. “She’s probably out surfing with the boys.”

Reluctantly, Lucy swung her legs out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she shuffled toward the living room. All she wanted was a cup of coffee to kick-start her day.

But as she entered the living room, she froze mid-step, blinking rapidly as if trying to confirm she wasn’t dreaming.

The once tidy and serene space now looked like the aftermath of a creative storm. The walls were no longer empty but adorned with a makeshift vision board. It looked like Kate had spent the entire night pinning up charts, lists, and diagrams. The board was meticulously organized, detailing everything from potential venues to color palettes, flowers, cake designs, and seating arrangements.

The coffee table and floor were buried under a mountain of wedding catalogues, spreadsheets, and sample booklets. Lucy’s jaw dropped at the sight of Kate in the middle of it all, cross-legged on the floor with her laptop open in front of her. A diary sat in her lap, and Lucy could see pages filled with scribbles, ideas scratched out and rewritten. Color-coded spreadsheets peeked out from every direction, bright enough to blind anyone.

Kate was muttering to herself, occasionally huffing as she scrawled something in her diary before flipping through a catalogue. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she was completely engrossed in what appeared to be the most elaborate wedding planning operation Lucy had ever seen.

Lucy stared at the scene, unsure whether to be terrified or turned on by this hyper-organized version of her fiancée. Is she planning for 500 people or 50?

Clearing her throat softly, Lucy took a step closer. “Babe… Good morning?” she said tentatively.

Kate glanced up briefly, her eyes sharp with determination, but instead of returning the greeting, she pointed at a stack of catalogues without missing a beat. “Luce, get over here and start helping me. We’ve got so much to do.”

Lucy sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as she mumbled, “There’s no escape, huh?” She took a moment to look around the room again, shaking her head in equal parts awe and exasperation. Kate was in a completely different zone—hyper-focused, impossibly organized, and operating at a level of efficiency that could put professional planners to shame.

“Kate,” Lucy said, walking over and crouching beside her, “did you sleep at all? Or have you been up all night doing... this?”

Kate waved her hand dismissively. “There’s no time to waste, Luce. Weddings don’t plan themselves, you know. I’ve already shortlisted some venues, but I need your input. And don’t even get me started on the cake options—there are so many.”

Lucy let out a resigned laugh, sitting down beside her and picking up a catalogue. “Alright, boss lady. Let’s do this.” She glanced at Kate’s organized chaos and smiled to herself, knowing that no matter how overwhelming this looked, it was so Kate—putting her heart and soul into making their day perfect.

This is going to be a wild ride, Lucy thought, leaning in to see the latest spreadsheet Kate had been working on. “But at least it’ll be with her.”

---

Jesse and Kai, concerned by Kate’s absence at their usual surf session, decided to drop by for a casual Sunday breakfast. Jane and Ernie, hearing of the plan, thought it’d be fun to join, imagining a laid-back morning filled with coffee, laughter, with kate and Lucy’s company.

However, the moment they stepped into Lucy and Kate’s living room, they knew they had made a grave mistake.

The once-cozy space now resembled a war room. Charts, spreadsheets, and printouts were scattered everywhere. Vision boards dominated the walls, color-coded down to the tiniest detail. Kate, in her full “hyper-organized wedding planner” mode, stood in the center like a general commanding her troops.

“You’re here! Great timing!” Kate greeted them with a brisk smile, holding a stack of papers. Before anyone could respond, she continued, “I’ve been needing your input. Oh, and I have tasks for you all as well.”

Jesse and Kai exchanged uneasy glances, suddenly regretting their decision.

“Uh, we just came to—” Jesse began, but Kate cut him off with a sharp look.

“No time for excuses.” Kate handed each of them a stapled copy of her infamous wedding schedule. “As you’re all going to help with the wedding, I’ve made sure to mark the important dates in yellow. Please refer to this so you know when I’ll need your assistance. And, for heaven’s sake, do not distract Lucy from her schedule.”

Kai blinked at the multi-page document in his hands, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of detail. “This… this is a schedule for six months?”

“Yes,” Kate replied firmly, crossing her arms. “And we’re already behind by 15 days, so I need everyone to be on board. Jane, I’ve emailed you the schedules as well.”

Jane, watching the entire scene with an amused grin, nodded. “Of course, Kate. Feel free to take them for a few hours whenever you need. As long as there’s no urgent case, they’re yours.”

Jesse, Kai, and Ernie all shot Jane horrified looks.

“Jane, you can’t be serious,” Jesse muttered under his breath, earning a glare from Kate.

Kate narrowed her eyes. “Did you say something, Jesse?”

“Nope! All clear, ma’am,” Jesse replied, swallowing hard.

When Kate finally retreated to another room with Jane to discuss logistics, the remaining group shared equally defeated glances.

“What have we gotten ourselves into?” Ernie whispered, staring at the schedule in disbelief.

“I don’t know,” Kai replied, “but it feels like we’re being punished. This isn’t even our wedding!”

Ernie held up the paper. “She’s cut our usual Friday nights at the bar! And look—our lunch breaks are shorter!”

Jesse tried to lighten the mood. “Don’t worry. We’ve dealt with DIA agents before. Kate’s just a romcom writer. We can handle her.”

Lucy, slumping onto the couch, sighed. “You don’t know her like I do. Trust me, she’s scarier than the DIA. She’s got all our schedules written, printed, emailed, and probably uploaded to some secure cloud. There’s no escape.”

Kai nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I’m not risking pissing her off. She’s terrifying right now.”

Eventually, they all promised to follow the schedule and help however they could before making a hasty exit. Lucy watched them go, torn between relief and dread, before turning her attention back to Kate.

---

Lucy, now alone with her fiancée, tried to lighten the mood. She sauntered up to Kate, sliding her arms around her waist. “So, what do you say, babe? Take a little break with me?”

Kate swatted Lucy’s hands away without even looking up from her laptop. “Not now, Lucy. I’m busy checking different seating chart.”

Undeterred, Lucy tried again. “Come on, Katie. Just a quick break.” She leaned in to kiss Kate’s neck, only to be met with another swat.

“Lucy, I said no,” Kate replied firmly, still engrossed in her work.

After a third failed attempt, Lucy threw her hands up in frustration and retreated to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed with a groan.

Moments later, Kate’s voice rang out from the living room. “I’ve scheduled intimate time at nine o’clock. Check the schedule.”

Lucy buried her face in the pillow, muffling another groan. “How am I supposed to control myself until then, huh? Kate, come on, this is torture!”

“No distractions, Lucy!” Kate called back cheerfully.

Lucy rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling in defeat. “I’m marrying a machine,” she muttered, though the fond smile tugging at her lips betrayed her frustration.

Chapter Text

Kate sat at her desk, laptop open, fingers hovering over the keyboard as she stared at the blinking cursor. Her living room—a battlefield of spreadsheets, fabric swatches, and wedding catalogs—beckoned from the corner of her eye, a constant reminder of the monumental task she had undertaken. Yet here she was, trying to squeeze in another chapter before her looming deadline.

Balancing wedding chaos and her writing career was proving to be more challenging than she’d anticipated, but Kate was nothing if not meticulous. She had carved out specific hours in her meticulously crafted schedule for writing, and despite the whirlwind of planning, she was determined to stick to it.

As she began typing, the scene she’d envisioned for her novel unfolded on the screen. Her protagonist, a quirky yet determined writer, was struggling to balance her personal life with a looming professional deadline. The protagonist’s love interest—a charming, laid-back artist—was trying to coax her out of her obsessive planning mode.

Kate smirked at the uncanny similarities to her own life.

Emma was surrounded by stacks of wedding catalogs, her hair in a messy bun and her face smeared with stress. She furiously jotted notes in her planner, muttering under her breath about color schemes and seating arrangements.

"Do you think this shade of lilac is too bold for the napkins?"  asked, holding up a fabric swatch without looking up.

Alex, her fiancé, leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed and a teasing grin on her face. "I think you’ve officially lost your mind, babe."

Emma glared at her. "This is serious. We only have six months, and I’m already behind!"

Alex walked over, gently prying the swatch from her fingers and setting it down. "You know, it’s okay to take a break, right? The world won’t end if the napkins don’t match the tablecloths."

Emma huffed but let her pull her into her arms. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re adorable when you’re stressed," she murmured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

Kate paused, tapping her fingers on the desk as she reread the scene. It was heartfelt, funny, and entirely too close to reality. She couldn’t help but think of Lucy’s exasperated yet loving face when Kate had shoved the wedding schedule into her hands.

---

Kate leaned back in her chair, a small smile tugging at her lips. Writing had always been her escape, but now it was becoming a way to process her own whirlwind emotions. The chaos of wedding planning, the love she felt for Lucy, the anxiety of meeting deadlines—all of it was seeping into her story.

She’d even incorporated a scene where Emma’s obsessive planning got interrupted by a surprise from Alex, inspired by Lucy’s spontaneous romantic gestures that always managed to throw Kate off her meticulously crafted plans.

Despite the stress, Kate found solace in weaving fragments of her life into her novel. It made her characters feel more alive, more real. It reminded her that amidst all the spreadsheets and schedules, the heart of it all was love—a love so deep it could withstand even the most hyper-organized wedding planning.

Taking a deep breath, Kate cracked her knuckles and dived back into the story, determined to meet her deadline. For now, the chaos of her wedding could wait—at least until her writing time was up according to her schedule.

----

Kate stood in the living room, her infamous diary clutched tightly in her hands, flipping through its meticulously organized pages. "Luce, do you remember we have to visit places tomorrow to finalize the wedding venue? I’ve highlighted it in the schedule I gave you. Check it if you forgot."

Lucy, sprawled on their bed with an arm thrown lazily over her eyes, grinned cheekily. "Yes, babe. How could I forget when you keep reminding me every five minutes?"

Kate shot her a look, her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she simply walked off, mumbling something about double-checking her notes. Lucy chuckled to herself and muttered, "This is going to be a long day."

---

The next morning, Kate was in full-on planner mode. She stood by the door, her diary open and pen in hand, tapping her foot impatiently as Lucy finished her coffee. "We have ten places to check today, Luce. All of them are marked in order of most to least favorable. Let’s go!"

Lucy grabbed the keys, her patient smile never wavering, and followed Kate out the door.

Location 1: Makapuʻu Beach

The drive to Makapuʻu Beach was filled with Kate’s commentary about seating arrangements and the importance of venue lighting. By the time they arrived, Lucy had already mentally prepared herself to humor Kate’s meticulous process.

The beach was stunning, its turquoise waves crashing softly against the shore, framed by dramatic cliffs and lush greenery. It was the quintessential Hawaiian wedding dream, the kind of place that would show up first if you Googled "Hawaii destination wedding."

Lucy took a deep breath, trying not to focus on the endless expanse of water that stretched before them. She loved Kate more than anything and would put up with even this for her.

Kate wandered onto the sand, her diary open, scribbling furiously. "The vibe is good," she muttered to herself, then paused to examine the seating arrangement possibilities. "But the wind could be an issue." She scribbled something else, then crossed it out, huffing softly.

Lucy followed her, hands shoved in her pockets. "So, babe, what do you think?"

Kate sighed, snapping her diary shut. "Not good, Luce. The vibe is... okay, but I don’t get that feeling, you know?? and besides I know you hate water so I don't want to have our wedding where you keep looking for an escape route rather than enjoying...."

Lucy blinked, pleasantly surprised. "Wow, that was... quick. I thought you’d need another hour to decide."

Kate shot her a teasing glare. "You underestimate me." She paused, then asked, "What do you think?"

Lucy smirked. "You know me, babe. Anything involving water is at the bottom of my list. That’s only because I love seeing you happy around it."

Kate laughed, shaking her head as she crossed out the beach in her diary. "Fair enough. Let’s go to the next one."

The lush gardens of the estate were breathtaking, with a serene atmosphere that seemed made for intimate gatherings. Lucy watched as Kate paced the grounds, muttering under her breath and scribbling notes in her diary.

"The vibe here is peaceful," Kate said, circling a patch of grass. "But... I don’t know. It feels too quiet. We need something with a bit more... personality."

Lucy nodded, biting back a chuckle. "Personality, got it. Next?"

---

The day turned into a whirlwind of stops. Each location brought a mix of hope and disappointment. From luxurious hotel ballrooms to charming botanical gardens, nothing quite matched the elusive "vibe" Kate was searching for.

Lucy opened doors for Kate at every stop, smiling despite her growing exhaustion. At one point, she joked, "I feel like I’m training for a triathlon—venue hunting edition."

Kate smirked but remained focused. "This is important, Luce."

"I know, babe," Lucy said softly, brushing a kiss on Kate’s temple. "Whatever makes you happy."

---

Location 10: Sunset Ranch

The final stop was a sprawling ranch with panoramic views of the ocean and mountains. Kate stood at the edge of the property, her diary in hand, eyes scanning the horizon.

Lucy stayed back, letting her take it in. The ranch was picturesque, and the golden light of the setting sun cast a magical glow.

After a long silence, Kate turned to Lucy, shaking her head. "It’s beautiful, but it’s still not... right."

Lucy let out a low whistle. "Tough crowd, babe."

Kate smiled apologetically. "I just want it to be perfect."

Lucy stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. "It will be, because it’s our wedding. We could get married in a parking lot, and it’d still be perfect to me."

Kate’s face softened, and she leaned into Lucy’s embrace. "You’re too good to me."

"Nah," Lucy said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You’re worth it."

As they walked back to the car, Kate scribbled a note in her diary: Still searching. The perfect place is out there. Lucy, ever patient, took her hand and squeezed it, ready for the next adventure—whatever that might be.

----

By Sunday afternoon, it was clear that both Kate and Lucy were reaching their limits. It was 3 PM, and they were driving back from yet another venue that didn’t make Kate’s “perfect” list. Lucy, ever patient, kept her eyes on the road, but she couldn’t ignore Kate’s fidgeting and the crease in her brow.

Lucy sighed softly before pulling the car over to the side of the road. She turned to Kate, taking her hand gently. "Babe, what’s wrong? Tell me."

Kate hesitated, biting her lip. Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, she admitted, "I’m just worried, Luce. What if we never find the perfect place? I want everything to be perfect for our wedding, for us."

Lucy smiled warmly, lifting Kate’s hand and kissing her knuckles. "Kate, I told you yesterday. Even if we got married in a parking lot, I’d be happy, because it involves you. And anything that involves you will be perfect to me."

Kate’s lips twitched in a small, grateful smile, but Lucy wasn’t done. "Okay, humor me for a second. Close your eyes and tell me how you see our wedding day?."

Kate blinked at her before closing her eyes, inhaling deeply. After a pause, she said softly, "You, green, rustic, classic, and... me."

Lucy chuckled, squeezing her hand. "Alright, given it’s our wedding, you and me are kind of mandatory. That leaves us with green, rustic, and classic. How about we head up to the North Shore and check out the ranch again? I know you said the vibe wasn’t perfect yesterday, but maybe we missed something."

Kate considered it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, let’s try. One more stop."

---

Sunset Ranch, North Shore

The ranch looked even more beautiful in the warm afternoon light. The sweeping fields were framed by rolling hills and lush greenery, with a hint of the ocean visible in the distance. It was rustic and timeless, exuding a charm that felt straight out of a classic romance.

Kate stepped out of the car with her infamous diary already in hand. Lucy followed, leaning against the car with her arms crossed, watching as Kate walked the grounds. She could see Kate’s focus as she jotted notes, her pen scratching furiously against the paper. Occasionally, Kate would pause, glance around, and mutter to herself before crossing something out and writing something new.

Lucy couldn’t help but smile. She loved Kate’s meticulousness, even if it could be overwhelming at times. But most of all, she loved how much Kate cared about making this day special for both of them.

Finally, Kate turned around, her eyes soft and her cheeks tinged with a shy smile. "I think we’ve found it, Luce. The vibe is perfect, and... I know how much you love ranches. This place reminds you of Texas, and I know that means something to you."

Lucy’s heart swelled as she crossed the distance between them, pulling Kate into a soft kiss. "So, should we finalize it, babe?"

Kate smiled widely, her excitement bubbling over. "Yeah. We have a winner."

Lucy grinned, taking Kate’s hand and leading her back toward the car. "Great. Now let’s head home. We’ll grab some takeout on the way, and maybe we can watch some trashy TV. What do you say?"

Kate turned to her with a teasing smirk. "Have you not checked your schedule, babe? If I remember correctly, I reserved our whole evening for... intimate activities. All planned out with intricate details."

Lucy blinked, pulling out the schedule on her phone. "Wait, Kate... It’s not mentioned. Where—"

But Kate was already walking ahead, diary in hand, throwing a smug glance over her shoulder as she headed for the car. "Better hurry, Luce," she called back, her voice light with amusement.

Lucy stared after her, shaking her head with a laugh. "Unbelievable," she muttered, jogging to catch up. "You’re lucky I love you, Whistler."

Chapter Text

Kate sat cross-legged in the middle of their living room, surrounded by an explosion of flower catalogues, sample bouquets, and a laptop with no fewer than ten tabs open, each displaying intricate floral arrangements. Her trusty diary rested on her lap, pages filled with scribbles and notes. She muttered to herself, her pen tapping against the paper as she debated between calla lilies and anthuriums.

Lucy leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed as she observed the scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Kate’s brow furrowed in concentration, her focus so intense it was almost comical.

“Babe,” Lucy began, stepping into the floral battlefield. “Maybe it’s time to take a break?”

Without looking up, Kate huffed, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “No breaks, Luce. We have so much to finalise, and I’m not stopping until we have the perfect arrangements.”

Lucy sighed, dropping onto the couch beside her fiancée. She watched Kate flip through another catalogue, muttering about color coordination and flower symbolism. For a moment, Lucy sat in silence, her mind whirring with ideas on how to distract Kate.

Then she smirked. “You know,” she said casually, “some of these flower names are kind of… suggestive. Like ‘peach blossoms.’ I mean, what exactly are we suggesting here? Or ‘snapdragons’—sounds like something from an action movie.”

Kate paused, lifting her gaze to shoot Lucy a sharp glare. “Lucy.” Her tone was warning enough.

Lucy raised her hands in mock surrender, the mischievous smile never leaving her face. “Okay, okay. No jokes. But seriously, babe, you’ve been at this for hours. Why not consider something traditional? Like a haku lei or a custom-made tropical bouquet?”

That caught Kate’s attention. Her expression softened as she set her pen down. “A haku lei does sound beautiful,” she admitted, her voice thoughtful. “But I’ve also been thinking about plumerias. They represent love and grace.”

Lucy’s grin widened. “Oh, so basically you in flower form. Got it.”

Kate blushed, her lips curving into a smile despite herself. “You’re such a dork, Luce.”

“Guilty as charged,” Lucy replied, unphased. She leaned closer, resting her chin on Kate’s shoulder. “What do you think about asking Julie to be your flower girl? She’s a little older, but I bet she’d love it.”

Kate’s smile grew softer, her eyes lighting up at the thought. “Julie would love that. She’s such a sweet kid, and I love helping her with her literature and history questions. She’s so curious.”

Lucy’s chest swelled with warmth. “Yeah, but she adores you because you’re amazing with her. You entertain all her wild questions, and she sees how much you care. It’s one of the many reasons I love you, you know.”

Kate’s blush deepened, and she reached out to squeeze Lucy’s hand. “Thank you.”

Lucy took that as her cue to switch gears. With a sly grin, she slid onto Kate’s lap, gently pushing the laptop aside. “Now that we’ve got flowers sorted—kind of—and we’ve got time, what do you think we could do?”

Kate’s hands instinctively rested on Lucy’s hips, her gaze flicking up to meet her fiancée’s. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice dropping a notch. “What do you think, Agent Tara?”

Lucy’s response was immediate. She leaned down, capturing Kate’s lips in a slow, passionate kiss. When she pulled back, her caramel eyes sparkled with mischief. “I was thinking about something involving intimacy and kissing.”

Kate didn’t need any more encouragement. She stood, effortlessly lifting Lucy as she wrapped her legs around Kate’s waist. “I think I like that idea,” Kate murmured, her voice low and teasing as she carried Lucy toward the bedroom.

As soon as they hit the bed, Lucy wasted no time. She pushed Kate gently onto her back, straddling her lap as she leaned down to kiss her. Her lips moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment. She trailed kisses from Kate’s lips to her jawline, then down to her neck, pausing to linger at the spot that always made Kate shiver.

But something felt off. Kate, who was usually vocal and responsive, was unusually quiet. Lucy’s hands, which had been gliding down Kate’s sides, stilled when she realized the hand that had been resting on her back was gone.

She pulled back, her brows furrowing as she looked down at Kate—only to find her scrolling through her phone.

“Are you serious right now?” Lucy asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and frustration.

Kate looked up, startled. “What?”

Lucy gestured to the phone. “What are you doing?”

Kate smiled sheepishly, quickly setting the phone aside. “I, uh… I was enjoying myself, but then I thought maybe we could use this time more productively like to finalize the seating arrangement?”

Lucy sat back, fixing Kate with the kind of look she reserved for suspects during interrogations. “Oh, so spending time with me is non-productive now, huh?”

Kate's eyes widened in panic as she immediately started backtracking. Her words tumbled out in a frantic, adorable rush.

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! Spending time with you is the most productive thing ever! I mean, being with you makes me happier than anything else, and happy people are more productive, right? You’re so—so charming and funny and... sexy. And beautiful! Like, seriously, do you even know how beautiful you are? And your laugh—it’s so contagious, it should come with a warning sign! And those eyes, Lucy. I mean, they’re so mesmerizing, and when you look at me, I feel like… like…”

She paused for a breath but only for a second before barreling forward again. “And then there’s your smile! God, Lucy, your smile could light up the entire state of Hawaii—no, the whole world! And your hair? I don’t even know how it’s so perfect all the time, but it is! I swear it defies physics. And don’t get me started on how you always know the perfect thing to say, whether it’s to make me laugh or calm me down. And you’re the most incredible dancer, and you’re so brave—like, seriously, you’re amazing at your job, and—”

Lucy blinked at her, stunned, as Kate gestured wildly, her words spilling out like a waterfall.

Lucy silenced her with a kiss, effectively stopping the ramble. Kate mumbled against Lucy’s skin. “You don’t hate me, right?”

Lucy laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Kate’s head. “Hate you? Nah. You’re way too entertaining to hate. When she pulled back, her expression softened. “Babe, we’ve almost done everything. The venue is finalized, the guests are sorted, and the flowers are taken care of. It’s okay to take a break. I don’t like seeing you stress so much.”

Kate sighed, guilt flashing across her face. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her hands reaching up to cup Lucy’s face.

Lucy smiled, leaning into the touch. “No worries. Now, for the next few hours, I promise you’ll only remember my name. Nothing else.”

A shiver ran down Kate’s spine at the desire in Lucy’s eyes, and as Lucy leaned in again, she decided the seating arrangement could wait.

----

Lucy’s caramel eyes bore into Kate’s with a teasing glint, though her voice softened. “Babe, you’re going to work yourself into a frenzy before the wedding even happens. Let me take care of you for a bit, okay?”

Kate opened her mouth to argue, but the intensity in Lucy’s gaze made her hesitate. Instead, she nodded quietly, surrendering to the moment as Lucy leaned down and kissed her again.

Lucy smiled against Kate’s lips, feeling the tension melt from her fiancée’s body as she deepened the kiss. Her hands wandered up Kate’s sides, fingertips grazing the soft fabric of her shirt before slipping beneath it. The warm skin beneath her touch sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

"See?" Lucy murmured between kisses, her voice husky with affection. "Spending time with me is plenty productive."

Kate let out a breathless laugh, her protests long forgotten as she surrendered to Lucy’s touch. Lucy shifted, straddling Kate’s hips as she pushed her back gently onto the bed. Her lips trailed from Kate’s mouth to her jawline, planting soft, teasing kisses before moving to her neck.

Kate’s fingers tangled in Lucy’s dark curls, her breath hitching as Lucy’s lips found a sensitive spot just below her ear. "Luce…" Kate’s voice was already laced with desire, her usual composure slipping as Lucy’s hands roamed lower.

"That’s more like it," Lucy whispered, her voice tinged with mischief. Her lips trailed lower, brushing against the hollow of Kate’s throat, then further down, leaving a trail of warmth and goosebumps in her wake.

Lucy pulled back slightly, her caramel eyes locking onto Kate’s flushed face. "Relax, babe," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "Let me take care of you."

Kate nodded, her breath shaky as Lucy’s hands continued their exploration. The tension she’d been holding onto for weeks dissolved completely, replaced by the warmth of Lucy’s touch and the fervent kisses that left her gasping for more.

Their lips moved together in perfect harmony, the kiss slow but filled with passion. Lucy’s hands trailed down Kate’s sides, her fingers grazing just enough to make Kate shiver. "See," Lucy murmured against her lips, "you can let go for a little while. I’ll make sure you don’t miss a thing."

Kate couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out, though it melted into a soft moan as Lucy kissed her again, deeper this time. Her hands instinctively found Lucy’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Focus on me,” Lucy whispered, her lips brushing Kate’s ear. She kissed a trail down Kate’s neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just above her collarbone. Her fingers traced lazy circles along Kate’s sides, coaxing her fiancée to relax further into the bed.

For once, Kate’s meticulous mind quieted, the stress of planning forgotten under Lucy’s touch. “I’m all yours,” Kate breathed, her voice barely audible as her fingers tightened around Lucy’s waist.

“Damn right you are,” Lucy teased, her grin wicked as she shifted slightly, her body pressing even closer against Kate’s. Her lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down Kate’s chest and back up to her lips.

Kate moaned softly, her body arching instinctively into Lucy’s touch. “Luce…” she whispered, her voice trailing off into a sigh as Lucy’s hand slid under her shirt, her touch warm and electrifying.

Lucy paused just long enough to meet Kate’s gaze, her smile soft but mischievous. “See? I told you I’d make you forget everything but me.”

Kate laughed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed. “You’re doing a damn good job of it,” she admitted before pulling Lucy down for another kiss.

The next few hours were a blissful blur, filled with laughter, teasing, and whispered confessions of love. Lucy made good on her promise, ensuring that the only thing Kate could focus on was her fiancée and the undeniable connection they shared.

When they finally lay tangled together under the sheets, their breaths still uneven, Kate turned to Lucy with a soft smile. “You were right. I needed that.”

Lucy grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair from Kate’s face. “Told you, babe. I know what’s best for you sometimes.”

Kate chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Lucy’s arm. “Okay, okay. But don’t think this means I’m done with the seating chart.”

Lucy groaned dramatically, burying her face in the pillow. “You’re unbelievable.”

Kate laughed, pulling Lucy close and kissing her temple. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

Lucy lifted her head, her grin returning. “No, I wouldn’t.” She kissed Kate softly before whispering, “But tomorrow, we’re taking a real break. No laptops, no charts—just us.”

Kate hesitated, then nodded. “Deal.”

And for the first time in days, they both fell asleep without a single wedding-related thought on their minds.

As they drifted off, Kate silently thanked the universe for the woman who could make her forget her worries and remind her of the joy in simply being loved.

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Chapter Text

Kate sat hunched over the dining table, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting a warm light over the piles of paper spread out before her. She meticulously reviewed the guest list again, her pen scratching furiously across the paper as she checked off names. Her brow furrowed in concentration, lips muttering names under her breath. Despite the peaceful surroundings of their living room, the tension around Kate was palpable, like a storm about to break.

Lucy stood at the doorway, arms crossed, watching her fiancée with a soft, affectionate smile. She had seen this side of Kate before — the part of her that got consumed by the tiniest of details. She knew Kate wanted everything to be perfect, but Lucy also knew her perfectionism could turn into an emotional roller coaster.

"Hey, babe," Lucy said, stepping into the room and leaning against the back of the couch. "You’ve been at this for hours. What’s the worst that could happen? Someone gets a bad seat?"

Kate didn’t even look up, the weight of the decision pressing her shoulders down. “I have to make sure everyone feels included, Luce. This is important.”

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully, hoping a little humor would lighten the mood. "Oh, I know. But hey, what if we just throw all the names in a hat, draw lots, and let fate decide? That way, no one will feel left out.”

Kate paused, pen suspended in mid-air as she slowly looked up at Lucy, her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. "I’m not just going to throw the seating chart together like some... raffle, Lucy. This is important. We can’t just toss things together. It needs to make sense. Who sits near who, who gets along, the dynamic..." Kate's voice trailed off as she grew more flustered, her mind jumping between every possible angle.

Lucy chuckled softly, approaching the table and sitting down beside Kate. “Babe,” she said gently, placing a hand on Kate’s shoulder, "we’re having twenty, maybe twenty-five people. It’s not a gala. It’s family and a few close friends. Don’t stress so much, okay? They’re all family, Kate. They’ll be happy to just be there with us.”

Kate’s eyes softened, but there was a slight tightening of her jaw. She wanted to relax, but she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t just the seating; it was everything. The thought of getting even one thing wrong — especially in front of the people who mattered most — made her stomach churn. "I just want everyone to feel welcome, Luce. To feel like this is a special day for them, too. It’s not just about us, it’s about everyone being part of this moment.”

Lucy’s fingers tightened on Kate’s shoulder, squeezing softly. She knew how deeply Kate cared about these details, how her mind would spin in circles trying to accommodate everyone. Lucy could see the anxiety building in her, the perfectionist drive that often left her exhausted and overwhelmed. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Kate’s temple.

"I know you want everything to be perfect. But you’re stressing yourself out over something that’s supposed to be a celebration," Lucy said gently, her voice soothing. "No one is going to care about the seating arrangements as long as we’re all together, okay?"

Kate hesitated, her eyes flicking between the seating chart and Lucy’s soft smile. She wanted to believe her. Wanted to believe that it didn’t matter as much as she thought. But that perfectionist side of her held on, clutching tightly to the idea that if she could just control every detail, everything would be flawless. Her fingers traced the edges of the seating chart before she finally set the pen down, leaning back in her chair with a deep sigh.

“I just... I just don’t want to disappoint anyone, Luce. I don’t know what I’m doing. There’s so much to juggle.”

Lucy’s expression softened, and she took Kate’s hand in hers, squeezing it firmly. “You don’t have to do everything, Kate. I’ve got your back. We’ve got this, together.” She leaned forward, brushing a strand of Kate’s hair from her face, her voice low and reassuring. "Seriously, babe, it’s not about the seating chart. It's about us, the love we share, and the people who are there to celebrate that. They’re going to be happy just to be part of this day with you. You’ll see."

Kate let out a slow breath, her shoulders dropping in relief as she let Lucy’s words sink in. “I guess you’re right... I just... don’t want anything to go wrong.”

Lucy smiled, her eyes soft with affection. “It’s all going to be perfect, just like us,” she said with a wink. “So, how about we take a little break from this? Let’s just... relax for a bit? You've earned it.”

Kate laughed, a tiny hint of guilt still tugging at her. “I guess I could use a break. Just... one more thing to finish first.”

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully, wrapping her arms around Kate’s waist. “Fine, but just one more thing. Then we’re taking the night off. Deal?”

Kate smiled, the tension finally starting to ease from her body as she leaned into Lucy’s embrace. "Deal."

Together, they sat in silence for a moment, the stress from the guest list and seating arrangements melting away, if only for a brief time. It was these small, quiet moments of reassurance from Lucy that helped Kate realize she didn’t have to do it all alone. And maybe, just maybe, the wedding would be perfect even without every little detail being in place.

They had each other. That was all that mattered.

---

Kate sat on the couch, her laptop perched on her knees, staring at the updated guest list. The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the room, but her mind was anything but calm. Her parents, Christie and Rob, had called earlier to “discuss” the guest list. And by discuss, they meant subtly—well, not so subtly—push their opinions about who should and shouldn’t be invited.

“They’re just trying to help,” Kate muttered to herself, but the weight of their expectations was pressing down on her like a stone.

Lucy walked into the room with two mugs of tea, setting one down in front of Kate. She noticed the crease in Kate’s brow, the tension radiating from her fiancée’s usually calm demeanor. Lucy had learned to read Kate’s mood like an open book.

“Alright, spill,” Lucy said, sitting beside her. “What’s got you looking like you just lost a game of Scrabble?”

Kate sighed, shutting her laptop with a soft thud. “It’s my parents. They think we should invite the Thompsons and the Reynolds—people I haven’t seen since high school, Lucy. And they’re not just suggesting it; they’re insisting.”

Lucy’s eyebrows shot up. “The Thompsons? Aren’t they the ones who called your career ‘a glorified hobby’? And the Reynolds... didn’t they move to another state like, a decade ago?”

Kate nodded, her hands rubbing her temples. “Exactly. But my mom thinks it’s important to invite them. Something about keeping up appearances. And my dad keeps saying, ‘You don’t want to burn bridges.’ But it’s our wedding, Luce. I don’t want people there who don’t even know me anymore.”

Lucy set her mug down, a spark of determination lighting in her eyes. “Okay, first of all, your parents love you. But second, they need to remember this isn’t their wedding. It’s ours. And if the Thompsons and the Reynolds haven’t been part of your life in years, they don’t need to be part of this.”

Kate frowned, torn between her own wishes and the pressure to appease her parents. “I just... I don’t want to disappoint them. I know they’ve had a hard time adjusting to, well, everything. I want them to feel like they’re part of this, too.”

Lucy reached for Kate’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “You’re not disappointing them by standing up for what you want. You’ve already done an amazing job including them in the planning. But babe, this is about us. Our love, our story. Not their social circle.”

Kate hesitated, her eyes searching Lucy’s face for reassurance. “What if they think I’m being selfish?”

Lucy squeezed her hand, her voice soft but firm. “Kate, you’re not selfish. You’ve been bending over backward to make everyone happy. It’s okay to put yourself first this time. And if they have an issue with it, I’ll charm them into submission. You know I’m good at that.”

Kate let out a soft laugh, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. “You really think I should just tell them no?”

Lucy grinned. “Not just no. Hell no. But, you know, politely. I’ll even back you up if you want.”

Just as Lucy finished speaking, Kate’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. The caller ID flashed Mom. Kate picked it up with a resigned sigh, shooting Lucy a look that said here we go. Lucy gave her an encouraging nod.

“Hi, Mom,” Kate said, trying to keep her tone light.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Christie’s warm but slightly firm voice came through. “Have you had a chance to think about the guest list? Your father and I really think it’s important to invite the Thompsons and the Reynolds. They’ve always been such good friends to the family.”

Kate glanced at Lucy, who mouthed, You’ve got this. Taking a deep breath, Kate responded, “Mom, I’ve been thinking about it, and I really appreciate your input. But Lucy and I have decided to keep the guest list small and personal. It’s important to us that the people there are the ones who’ve been part of our lives recently.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then Christie said, “I understand that, Kate. But weddings are also about family connections. It’s not just about you two.”

Lucy’s eyes widened, but she stayed silent, letting Kate handle it. Kate bit her lip, her grip tightening on the phone. “Mom, I get that. But this is our wedding. And while I want you and Dad to feel included, I also need you to trust me to make decisions that feel right for us.”

Another pause. Then Christie sighed. “I suppose you’re right. I just... I want everything to be perfect for you.”

Kate’s heart softened at her mother’s words. “I know, Mom. And it will be. Because we’ll all be together, celebrating. That’s what matters most, right?”

Christie’s voice warmed. “You’re right. I’m sorry for pushing. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mom,” Kate said, relief washing over her. “Thanks for understanding.”

After hanging up, Kate turned to Lucy, who had been silently cheering her on from the sidelines. “Well, that went better than expected.”

Lucy smirked, pulling Kate into a hug. “Told you. Your mom loves you too much to stay mad. And for the record, you handled that like a boss.”

Kate rested her head against Lucy’s shoulder, finally feeling the weight lift. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Lucy kissed the top of Kate’s head, her voice warm. “Babe, you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. But I’ll always be here to back you up. Teamwork, remember?”

Kate smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. “Teamwork,” she echoed, her voice soft but certain.

And in that moment, Kate realized that as long as she had Lucy by her side, they could handle anything — even wedding planning with family opinions.

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Chapter Text

The morning light filtered through the blinds of their cozy home, casting warm rays across Lucy and Kate's shared living room. Lucy, dressed in her usual shots and tshirt, was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, her caramel eyes narrowed at Kate, who was perched on the couch with her laptop balanced on her knees.

Kate glanced up from her screen, already sensing Lucy’s pout before even making eye contact. “What’s with the look, Luce?”

Lucy let out an exaggerated sigh. “It’s just… I don’t see why we can’t shop for the dress together. Isn’t it a little silly to keep it a secret? I mean, we’re partners. We do everything together.”

Kate smirked, setting her laptop aside. “Because it’s tradition. You’re not supposed to see the dress until I’m walking down the aisle. It’s about anticipation.”

“But I’m terrible at waiting,” Lucy whined, pushing off the counter and walking over to flop down next to Kate. “What if you need my advice? What if you pick something that isn’t… ‘Lucy-proof’?”

Kate arched a brow. “Lucy-proof?”

“Yeah, you know,” Lucy said, waving her hand dramatically. “What if it’s so breathtaking I just collapse? Or I cry too hard and can’t even say ‘I do’? You wouldn’t want that, right?”

Kate laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. “Oh, Luce. Stop trying to coax me. It’s not going to work. Even your puppy-dog eyes won’t help you here.”

Lucy immediately tilted her head, her caramel eyes going wide, her bottom lip jutting out just slightly. “These puppy-dog eyes?”

Kate chuckled, shaking her head. “Nice try, but no. I’ve already decided. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Lucy groaned, leaning back dramatically against the cushions. “You’re so mean, Katie. Keeping secrets from your future wife. Isn’t that, like, against the rules of marriage, it's like marriage crime in book of marriage laws right?”

Kate rolled her eyes, reaching for her laptop again. “Go ahead, sulk all you want. I’ve got work to do.”

Lucy crossed her arms and muttered under her breath, “She says she loves me, but she won’t even let me help her pick out a dress.”

Kate smiled fondly and shook her head, pressing a quick kiss to Lucy’s forehead. “You’re impossible.”

---

As Saturday morning arrived, and Kate stood outside the first boutique on her list with Jane and Heather

by her side. Her trusty leather-bound notebook was clutched in her hand, its pages filled with meticulous notes and sketches.

Heather eyed the notebook skeptically. “You’re really bringing that thing in there?”

“Of course,” Kate replied, her tone matter-of-fact. “I’ve got everything planned. Silhouettes, fabrics, embellishments. It’s all in here.”

Jane chuckled. “Kate, I say this with love, but you might be overthinking this. It’s not a book plot. It’s a dress.”

“It’s the dress,” Kate corrected. “And I want it to be perfect.”

Inside the boutique, Kate flipped open her notebook and handed it to Jane and Heather. “Here. This page. I’ve narrowed it down to these three styles. Let’s start with something in satin and move from there.”

Heather skimmed the page, her lips twitching with amusement. “You even made a pros and cons list. Kate, you’re unbelievable.”

“I just want everything to be perfect,” Kate said, defensive. “Lucy deserves perfect.”

Heather leaned in, her voice teasing. “Lucy would think you’re perfect in a potato sack. You could probably walk down the aisle in pajamas, and she’d still swoon.”

Kate rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “I’d like to give her something a little more elegant than pajamas, thanks.”

The first boutique was a whirlwind of fabric and fittings. Kate emerged from the dressing room in a sleek satin gown, looking uncertain. “What do you think?”

Jane tilted her head. “It’s beautiful, but it’s missing… something.”

Heather nodded. “Yeah. It’s nice, but it doesn’t scream ‘Lucy’s going to lose her mind.’”

Kate sighed, jotting down a quick note in her notebook before moving on to the next gown. Jane and Heather exchanged amused glances.

By the third boutique, Kate’s meticulous approach had started to wear on her companions.

“Kate,” Jane said, gently prying the notebook from her hands. “For once, stop overthinking and start feeling. Think about Lucy. What would make her eyes light up the moment she sees you?”

Kate hesitated, her fingers twitching as if to reclaim the notebook. But then she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Images of Lucy’s beaming smile filled her mind, and she nodded. “Okay. No more lists.”

When Kate emerged from the fitting room at the fifth boutique, the room fell silent. The gown was breathtaking—timeless yet modern, with intricate lace detailing and a silhouette that hugged her figure before flowing gracefully to the floor. Heather gasped audibly, and Jane blinked, momentarily speechless.

“Wow,” Jane finally managed. “Lucy’s going to lose it.”

Heather grinned, clapping her hands. “Forget losing it—she’s going to pass out.”

Kate turned to the mirror, her fingers brushing over the delicate lace. A smile spread across her face, soft and full of emotion. “This is it. This is the one.”

Heather leaned in, teasing, “God help Lucy when she sees you. She’ll be a goner.”

Blushing, Kate pulled out her phone and dialed her mother. Christie answered almost instantly, her eyes lighting up when she saw her daughter in the gown.

“Kate, my dear,” Christie said, her voice thick with emotion, “you look stunning. That dress is perfect for you.”

Kate’s smile softened. “You think so? I wanted your opinion before I decided.”

Christie nodded, her smile warm and proud. “It’s like this dress was made for you. Lucy’s going to adore it.”

Kate blinked back tears, her voice soft. “Thanks, Mom. That means everything.”

As the call ended, Jane placed a hand on Kate’s shoulder. “You look amazing, Kate. And you’re going to make Lucy the happiest woman alive.”

Heather added, “She’s going to be floored. And we’re going to make sure she has tissues handy.”

Kate laughed, her heart full. She couldn’t wait to see Lucy’s reaction—and to start their forever together.

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Lucy is having her own kind of shopping with her favorite boys. The boutique door jingled as Lucy stepped inside, flanked by Jesse, Kai, and Ernie, who had all declared themselves the “Dream Suit Squad” for the day. Lucy wasn’t sure if she should feel honored or terrified.

Jesse clapped her on the back with a wide grin. “Alright, Luce. Time to find the suit that screams, ‘I’m marrying Kate Whistler, and I’m pulling it off in style.’”

Kai smirked. “And by ‘style,’ we mean something that makes Kate weak in the knees.”

Ernie adjusted his glasses dramatically. “Or something that gets her to propose to you again, just to seal the deal.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, but her grin betrayed her amusement. “Alright, you clowns. Let’s do this.”

The first stop in the boutique was uneventful—too uneventful for her team’s tastes. Lucy tried on a standard black suit, looking sharp but not particularly special.

Jesse shrugged. “It’s nice, but Kate deserves better than ‘nice.’”

Kai nodded sagely. “We need something with flair.”

“Something unique,” Ernie chimed in, already rifling through racks. “Like… this!”

He held up a sequined gold jacket that sparkled so brightly it could probably be seen from space.

Lucy’s jaw dropped. “I am not Liberace!”

“Exactly,” Jesse said, grinning. “Which is why it’d be unexpected.”

Lucy groaned but took the jacket anyway, slipping it on with exaggerated drama. The three men burst into laughter.

Ernie clutched his sides. “Oh my god, it’s like Vegas threw up on you.”

Kai wiped a tear from his eye. “Kate would elope with someone else on the spot if she saw this.”

Lucy struck a ridiculous pose. “You don’t think she’d find this charming?”

Jesse shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “Luce, if you wear that, you’re going to get married in court because she won’t let you out in public.”

As the group moved through the racks, the suggestions grew increasingly absurd. Ernie suggested a neon green suit, claiming it would highlight Lucy’s “fun side.” Kai argued for a suit patterned with pineapples, and Jesse came back with a paisley design so loud it could be considered a crime against fashion.

Lucy was laughing so hard she could barely protest. “You’re all out of your minds. If Kate sees any of this, she’s going to call off the wedding.”

Jesse shrugged. “We’re just keeping things lively. It’s your job to keep us in check.”

“Good luck with that,” Kai said, holding up a kilt. “What do you think, Luce? Go full Scottish?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “I think I’d like to remain married for longer than five minutes.”

But she played along, trying on outfit after ridiculous outfit. At one point, she emerged wearing a hot pink tuxedo with a giant bowtie, looking like a character straight out of a cartoon.

Jesse doubled over laughing. “Luce, I swear, if Kate sees you in that, she’ll fly back to Chicago and start a new life.”

Lucy twirled dramatically. “Think it’s too much?”

Ernie snorted. “Too much? It’s everything—just not in a good way.”

Finally, after an hour of chaos, Lucy held up her hands. “Alright, enough nonsense. Let’s get serious. I need something I’d actually wear.”

With renewed focus, the group began their search. The moment Lucy slipped into the dark blue suit, there was a collective pause.

The suit was tailored perfectly, hugging her in all the right places. The rich, deep blue complemented her caramel eyes and dark curls, and the crisp white shirt and black tie completed the look. Lucy stepped out of the fitting room, tugging at the cuffs nervously.

Jesse let out a low whistle. “Wow.”

Kai grinned, his arms crossed. “Kate’s not ready for this.”

Ernie nodded sagely. “Nope. She’s going to see you, lose her mind, and forget how to walk down the aisle.”

Lucy chuckled, her cheeks turning pink. “You think so?”

Jesse clapped her on the shoulder. “Luce, you’re going to knock her socks off. If Kate doesn’t cry, I’ll eat my badge.”

Ernie added, “And if she doesn’t kiss you senseless, I’ll personally file a complaint with the universe.”

Kai stepped forward, his tone more sincere. “You look incredible, Luce. And not just because of the suit. You’re going to make Kate the happiest person on the planet.”

Lucy smiled, her heart full. “Thanks, guys. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

As Lucy paid for the suit, the guys were still buzzing with excitement.

“I’m calling it now,” Ernie said, “this is going to be the most stylish wedding Hawaii’s ever seen.”

Kai grinned. “Agreed. And Lucy’s setting the bar high.”

Jesse leaned closer to Lucy, his voice warm. “Everything’s perfect when it’s got you, Luce.”

Lucy blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thanks, Jesse. Thanks, all of you. I’m lucky to have you guys.”

Ernie waved her off. “You’re family, Luce. We’d never let you face this chaos alone.”

The four of them walked out of the boutique, laughing and teasing, the perfect suit in hand. Lucy couldn’t wait to see Kate’s reaction—and she couldn’t be more grateful for the family she’d found along the way.

----

Lucy and Kate arrived home after their respective shopping adventures, both tired but undeniably content. Lucy flopped onto the couch, kicking off her shoes with a dramatic groan. "Finally, home sweet home. Did you find the perfect dress, babe?" She wiggled her eyebrows mischievously, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Kate laughed, hanging her bag on the coat rack. "Yes, I did. But you’re not getting a single peek."

Lucy pouted, crossing her arms. "Oh, come on, Katie. I deserve at least some details. What if I use my highly trained NCIS agent skills to find it?"

Kate smirked knowingly, settling beside her. "That’s exactly why my dress is safely hidden at Jane’s house. I know you too well, Luce. No amount of your snooping will work."

Lucy sighed dramatically. "You wound me, Whistler. Fine, fine. But at least let me ask three questions! Just three."

Kate rolled her eyes, laughing. "Alright, but only three. Make them count."

Lucy sat up straight, her mischievous grin widening. "First question: Did you trip over any of those big, poofy dresses while trying them on?"

Kate chuckled. "No, but I had a close call with one! Heather caught me before I fell."

Lucy nodded as though taking mental notes. "Okay, second question: Did anyone mistake you for a Disney princess while you were in it?"

Kate laughed, shaking her head. "No, but Heather and Jane were singing the Frozen soundtrack by the end of the day."

Lucy grinned. "I knew it! Alright, last question: Did you need to bring snacks to survive the endless trial-and-error process?"

Kate laughed harder. "Lucy, what kind of questions are these? But yes, we may have bribed ourselves with cupcakes after finding ‘the one.’"

Lucy leaned back, her face softening into a tender smile. "If you want to keep it a secret, I won’t push. Even if I really, really want to see you in it right now."

Kate smiled warmly, reaching for Lucy’s hand. "Thank you. And I love you for always understanding me." She leaned closer, her voice teasing. "But I bet you’re going to love it."

Lucy smirked, leaning back. "You’re walking naked down the aisle, aren’t you?"

Kate’s cheeks turned bright red as she swatted Lucy’s arm. "How can you even think like that, Luce?"

Lucy shrugged, clearly enjoying her fiancée’s reaction. "Hey, I’m not complaining. That would definitely be memorable. Although you’d probably distract all the guests."

"Lucy!" Kate groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"Oh, come on, Kate," Lucy continued, her grin wicked. "Think about the photos—our grandkids would love that story. ‘Your Nana Kate wanted to make an unforgettable entrance.’"

Kate groaned louder. "Luce, stop!"

"But wait," Lucy said, pretending to ponder, "if you’re naked, does that mean I should be too? I mean, it’s only fair to match the bride’s vibe—"

"LUCE!" Kate’s face was now the color of a ripe tomato, but she couldn’t help the laughter bubbling out.

Lucy leaned forward, her grin mischievous. "I’m just saying, babe. We’d be starting a new wedding trend."

Kate rolled her eyes, swatting Lucy again. "You’re incorrigible."

Suddenly, Lucy pulled out her phone. "Speaking of wedding attire, let me show you what I tried on today. Tell me what you think."

She handed the phone to Kate, who stared at the screen in horror. The image displayed Lucy wearing a hideous gold sequined jacket paired with an equally loud, mismatched suit.

"This… this is what you’re wearing, Luce?" Kate asked hesitantly, her voice laced with concern.

Lucy feigned innocence. "Don’t I look good? I think it really complements my fun and charming side."

Kate blinked, still staring at the photo. "Well, you… you look good. Too good, maybe. But… you’re not seriously thinking of wearing this to the wedding, are you?"

Lucy shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, I love it. It feels very ‘me.’"

Kate bit her lip, clearly struggling to find the right words. "Luce… please don’t take this the wrong way, but if you wear that, I’m not marrying you."

Lucy gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "So you wouldn’t marry me just because of a dress?!"

Kate panicked. "No! That’s not what I meant! I mean, I’ll marry you in anything, Lucy, it’s just… don’t you think it’s a bit… loud?"

Lucy’s grin widened. "Just like me."

Kate’s skeptical gaze lingered on the photo as Lucy finally burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. "Babe, I’m kidding! Of course, I’m not wearing that."

Kate groaned, glaring at her. "You guilt-tripped me into thinking I was being judgmental and controlling!"

Lucy slid closer, pulling Kate into a hug. "Relax, Kate. I love riling you up sometimes—it’s fun." She kissed Kate’s temple, her voice softening. "I’ve already picked my suit, and it’s amazing. But since you’re keeping secrets, I guess you’ll see it on the wedding day."

Kate sighed, her annoyance melting into affection as she kissed Lucy softly. "You’re such an idiot. But I guess I can wait. After all, you’re worth the wait."

Lucy chuckled, her eyes crinkling with warmth. "There’s the Whistler charm. So cheesy, but I love it."

Kate smirked. "Hey, I’m a writer. What did you expect?"

"Nothing less than this perfect package," Lucy murmured, pulling Kate closer.

Kate smiled, snuggling into Lucy’s arms as they adjusted themselves on the couch, switching on the TV. The night ended in quiet comfort, both content in the knowledge that they were one step closer to the day that would change their lives forever.

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Sunday mornings were usually slow and relaxed in the Tara-Whistler household but lately lucy has been despising sundays as the day have been blocked out by her hyper organised fiancee for all wedding related stuff , but today was different. Lucy Tara was wide awake and practically buzzing with excitement, something Kate has rarely witnessed since long.

Lucy’s voice rang through the living room. “Kate, come on! We’re going to be late!”

Kate, emerging from the bedroom with a bemused smile, arched a brow. “Well, this is a first. I’ve never seen you so excited, babe.”

Lucy grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Excited, yes. Fussy like you about the details? Not so much. But today? Today’s about food and cake, my expertise. Now come on, we have to finalize the menu for the reception and, most importantly, the cake flavors!”

Kate laughed, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

As they drove, Kate noticed the route wasn’t heading toward the upscale restaurants she had meticulously researched. Her brow furrowed when Lucy pulled into the parking lot of Kai’s dad’s diner.

“Uh, Luce? Why are we here? I thought we were going to one of those high-class restaurants I listed,” Kate said, clearly confused.

Lucy turned to her with a knowing smile. “Babe, you’ve eaten here, right? Isn’t it better than all those fancy places?”

Kate hesitated before nodding. “Well, yeah, it is, but—”

Lucy cut her off, reaching for her hand. “Trust me?”

Kate sighed, the corners of her lips quirking up. “Yeah, okay.”

With that, Lucy guided her inside. To Kate’s surprise, the diner was completely empty, clearly reserved just for them.

Hina, emerged from the kitchen, her face lighting up as she greeted them. “Aloha, Lucy! Kate! It’s so good to see you both.”

“Good to see you too, Hina,” Lucy said warmly.

Kai soon joined them, wiping his hands on a towel. “Well, well, look who’s here. I didn’t think our meticulous novelist would trade fine dining for the diner.”

“Hey!” Lucy mock glared, looping an arm around Kate’s waist. “Watch it, Holman. Don’t insult my wife.”

Kate’s cheeks flushed as Kai smirked. “Not yet, wife.”

Lucy grinned, her mock glare turning smug. “Well, soon-to-be wife. Now, bring me the dishes I asked for.”

Kai chuckled, disappearing into the kitchen.

Moments later, Hina and Kai returned, carrying trays of steaming local Hawaiian dishes. They placed them on the table, naming each as they went:

• Kalua Pig – slow-cooked, tender pork with a smoky flavor.
• Lomi-Lomi Salmon – a refreshing side dish with cured salmon, tomatoes, and onions.
• Huli-Huli Chicken – marinated in a tangy pineapple-based sauce.
• Poi – a traditional taro dish with a unique texture and flavor.
• Poke Bowls – fresh ahi tuna with sesame and soy dressing.

Kate took a bite of the Kalua Pig, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her lips. “Oh, Luce, it’s perfect. Everything here is incredible.”

Lucy, already stuffing herself with Huli-Huli Chicken, grinned through a mouthful. “Told you. We’re doing a local Hawaiian buffet for the reception. That way, everyone can pick what they like. And I’ve already talked to Kai and his dad—they’re happy to cater. Since it’s a buffet, they can enjoy the wedding too.”

Kate smiled, her heart full as she looked at her fiancée. “Lucy Tara, how do you make everything so simple?”

Lucy shrugged, popping a piece of poke into her mouth. “Talents, babe.”

Kai snorted. “Yeah, talents for eating half the food before the wedding even happens.”

Lucy swatted at him playfully. “Hey, watch it, Holman!” Then, softening, she hugged him briefly. “Thanks, man. This means a lot.”

Hand in hand, Lucy and Kate stepped out of the diner into the warm Sunday sunlight. Lucy sighed, patting her stomach. “I’m so full. Let’s walk for a bit.”

Kate chuckled, shaking her head. “You should’ve eaten less free food. But I agree, a short walk sounds good.”

As they strolled down the sidewalk, Lucy glanced at Kate with a satisfied grin. “See? Food’s done, and we’re perfectly on schedule. The planners will start decorating the ranch next week. We’re ahead of the game, Whistler, and we still have around two months to spare.”

Kate rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched with amusement. “Not so much time, and we’ll need to be there. Otherwise, they won’t follow the instructions.”

Lucy laughed, nudging her. “They’ll follow the instructions like their lives depend on it. Otherwise, they’ll have to deal with you, babe. And I’m sure they don’t want that.”

Kate huffed but couldn’t help smiling as she tugged Lucy toward the cake shop. “Come on, Luce. We’ve got one last stop.”

----

The bell jingled as Lucy and Kate stepped into the quaint cake shop, hand in hand. Lucy’s eyes immediately lit up, her smile wider than a kid’s in a candy store. “Kate, this is it. This is where the magic happens. Where dreams—and frosting—come true.”

Kate chuckled, giving Lucy a playful nudge. “You’re ridiculous, Agent Tara.”

Lucy leaned closer, her voice dropping just enough to send shivers down Kate’s spine. “Oh, you love my ridiculousness, babe. Especially when I know how to handle sweet things... and make them even sweeter.”

Kate turned bright red, nearly tripping over her own feet. “Lucy!”

Lucy grinned smugly. “What? I’m talking about the cake, obviously.”

As they settled at their table, Jane walked in, already grinning. “I could hear Lucy from the parking lot. Let me guess—she’s turning this wholesome cake-tasting into a rated-R event?”

Kate groaned, covering her face with her hands. “You have no idea.”

Lucy leaned back in her chair, feigning innocence. “Hey, I’m just bringing a little spice. Isn’t that what everyone wants at a wedding?”

Jane laughed, taking a seat. “You’re impossible, Lucy.”

Lucy winked at her. “No, Boss. I’m irresistible. Ask Kate.”

Kate mumbled, “I’m asking for a muzzle.”

The first cake arrived: a delicate vanilla bean with buttercream frosting. Kate took a small, thoughtful bite. “This is elegant. Simple, but it works.”

Lucy scoffed. “Simple? Babe, we’re not trying to bore people to death. This is more of a... foreplay cake. Nice, but no real fireworks.”

Kate nearly spat out her water. “Lucy!”

Jane burst out laughing, “Lucy, have some mercy on kate we have just started this...”

Lucy grinned wickedly. “What? I’m just saying, a good cake should hit you like a first kiss. This one’s more of a ‘see-you-later-peck.’”

Kate groaned, her cheeks burning. “I’m never taking you anywhere.”

Just as they were finishing up a particularly rich slice of chocolate mousse cake, the door to the shop jingled behind them, and a burst of excited voices filled the air.

“Oh my God, it’s really her! Kate Whistler!”

Kate froze mid-bite, her fork hovering in mid-air as a group of her fans approached their table. One of them held a copy of her latest book, another a phone already recording the encounter.

“Kate, we love your books! Congratulations on your wedding! Is it happening here in Hawaii?”

Another chimed in eagerly, “Will there be a book inspired by your love story? And are we invited to the wedding, or do we have to gate-crash?”

Lucy leaned back in her chair, observing the scene with a growing grin. When one of the fans finally noticed her, their excitement only grew.

“Wait—you’re Lucy, right? Oh my gosh, can we get your autograph? You’re like a real-life hero—NCIS and everything!”

Lucy blinked in surprise but quickly recovered, flashing her trademark charm. “Hero might be a bit much,I am just trying to outsmart bad guys but sure, I’ll sign. What have you got?”

One of the fans handed Lucy a notebook, and she signed it with a flourish, adding, “Kate writes your favorite books, and I outsmart bad guys. We’re a power couple.”

Kate groaned softly, muttering,“Unbelievable.”

Another fan whispered to Kate, “She’s even funnier in person. You’re so lucky.”

Kate sighed, managing a polite smile. “Yes, lucky. That’s exactly the word I was going to use.”

The fans gushed about how much they loved her books, especially the witty and charming love interests. Kate signed their books with a polite smile and answering their questions, but Lucy couldn’t resist chiming in.

“Do you know who else is sitting here? That’s Special Agent Incharge Jane Tennant. The reason I can outsmart bad guys and catch them for NCIS. You should take her autograph too!”

The fans gasped, looking at Jane in awe. “Really? You’re the boss behind all that cool stuff we know Lucy can do as NCIS agent?”

Jane, caught between embarrassment and amusement, managed a polite smile as she signed their napkins. “Happy to keep things running smoothly.”

The fans giggled, clearly delighted. One held up their phone for a quick selfie. “Can we get a picture with both of you? You’re our favorite real-life romantic comedy!”

Before Kate could protest, Lucy slung an arm around her shoulders and grinned at the camera. “Sure thing. Just remember, no spoilers about the wedding, okay? Top secret.”

Kate mumbled, “You’re encouraging them.”

As the fans finally dispersed, Lucy turned to Kate with a smirk. “See? so simple. And honestly, it’s nice to see people so excited about you, Kate.”

Kate shook her head, half exasperated, half amused. “You’re impossible.”

As the fans finally left, giddy and clutching their signed items, Jane mock-scowled at Lucy. “You really couldn’t resist, could you?”

Lucy grinned cheekily. “What? Boss, they must know who’s the brain behind my cool NCIS image. It’s only fair.”

Jane shook her head and turned to Kate. “You know, I think she’s going to get more famous than you, Kate. Give it a few years, and people will be hoarding for Lucy, not you.”

Kate chuckled, watching Lucy already savoring the chocolate mousse like it was the last piece on Earth. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Honestly, I can’t decide if it’s scary or endearing.”

The tasting was going smooth, well smooth considering how hard Kate is trying to ignore Lucy's cheeky commentry focussing on her task of meticulously sampling each flavor. Jane watched in amusement, fully entertained by the dynamic between the couple.

Kate was delicately testing a bite of vanilla bean and caramel drizzle when Lucy leaned in close, her breath warm against Kate’s ear. Her voice was low, just loud enough for Kate to hear:

“You know, babe, I can think of something that tastes way sweeter than all of this.”

Kate froze mid-bite, her fork clattering onto her plate as she choked slightly. Her face turned an immediate, brilliant shade of red.

Jane, ever the observant one, burst into laughter. “Oh no, I don’t even want to know what Lucy just said. I can tell it’s bad from Kate’s face!”

Lucy sat back, feigning innocence with an exaggerated shrug. “What? I was just telling Kate I love sweet things. That’s all.”

Kate groaned loudly, covering her face with her arm as if trying to shield herself from the sheer audacity of her fiancée. “Lucy, I swear...”

Jane leaned forward, still laughing. “Sure, Luce. Sure. That’s all it was. Totally believable.”

Lucy winked at Jane, then nudged Kate gently. “Don’t blame me, babe. I’m a romantic at heart. You’re the one taking it... wherever your mind’s going.”

Kate groaned again, muttering, “I cannot with you,” before shaking her head and trying to regain her composure.

Lucy grinned, completely unphased. “You love it, though. Admit it.”

Jane, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, leaned back in her chair. “You two are absolutely ridiculous. And Lucy, you’re lucky Kate hasn’t banned you from these tastings yet.”

Kate peeked out from behind her arm, her face still a shade of pink. “Oh, trust me. I’m tempted.”

Lucy smirked, poking her fork into another sample. “Temptation’s kind of my specialty, babe.”

Kate groaned one more time, and Jane doubled over laughing all over again.

---

Lucy took a bite of the lemon lavender cake, her eyes widening. “Mmm... this one’s got a tangy kick. Like you, Kate—sweet and sharp when you want to be.”

Kate rolled her eyes, trying to keep her composure. “It’s a cake, Lucy. Not a personality test.”

Lucy grinned, undeterred. “But babe, if it were, this cake would be you after your second cup of coffee. Zesty, fresh, and leaving me wanting more.”

Jane snorted. “I need popcorn to go with this show.”

Kate groaned, her cheeks already flushing. “Can we move on, please?”

---

The next sample was a soft coconut cream cake. Lucy’s fork hovered dramatically before she took a bite, her expression immediately turning playful.

“Oh, this one’s silky smooth. Like, uh... certain situations we’ve been in, Whistler.”

Kate froze mid-bite, eyes wide. “Lucy!”

Jane had to hold onto the table to keep from toppling over with laughter. “You’re going to kill her, Lucy!”

Lucy waggled her brows at Kate. “What? I’m just saying. It’s creamy, light, and melts in your mouth. Sound familiar?”

Kate groaned into her hands. “I cannot believe I’m marrying you.”

---

When the strawberry champagne cake came out, Lucy’s eyes lit up. She took a bite, then leaned toward Kate with a devilish smirk.

“Babe, this one’s got bubbles. A little pop in every bite. Kind of like one night when—”

“Lucy!” Kate hissed, her face a deep crimson as Jane howled with laughter.

Jane wiped tears from her eyes. “Lucy, I think you’re breaking Kate. Keep going.”

“Gladly,” Lucy said, winking. “This cake’s got a celebratory vibe, you know? Like something you’d enjoy after the wedding.”

Kate sighed deeply, glaring at Lucy. “I’m banning you from talking for the rest of this tasting.”

---

Lucy’s expression turned mock-serious as she sampled the coffee hazelnut cake. “Mmm... rich, bold, and leaves you buzzing. Reminds me of you in the morning, babe. Especially the ‘buzzing’ part.”

Jane laughed so hard she nearly spilled her water. “You’re too much, Lucy.”

Kate buried her face in her hands again. “Too much is an understatement.”

Lucy leaned closer to Kate, whispering loud enough for Jane to hear. “Don’t worry, Whistler. You’re the only buzz I really need.”

Kate swatted Lucy’s shoulder, though her lips twitched as if fighting a smile.

---

When the red velvet cake arrived, Lucy grinned before she even tasted it. She took a bite, moaning exaggeratedly. “Oh, this one is dangerous. It’s rich, decadent, and sinful. Kind of like the way you look in that black dress, babe.”

Jane choked on her laugh. “Lucy, how do you come up with these so fast?”

Kate groaned, reaching for her water. “It’s a talent I wish she didn’t have.”

Lucy smirked, leaning back in her chair. “You love all my talents, Whistler. Even this one.”

---

Finally, the three-tiered vanilla bean and red velvet cake with caramel drizzle appeared. Lucy took one bite and sighed dramatically. “This is it. This is the one. It’s got layers, just like us, babe. Sweet, complex, and keeps you coming back for more.”

Kate hesitated, her face still flushed from Lucy’s endless commentary. But the moment she took a bite, her eyes widened, and a small smile played on her lips. “It’s perfect.”

Lucy beamed, puffing her chest out. “Told you. I know how to pick ‘em.”

Jane, finally recovering from her laughing fits, leaned back with a grin. “You two are a trip. But yeah, this cake’s a winner.”

---

As they stepped out of the shop, Kate shot Lucy a mock glare. “You’re unbelievable. You turned cake tasting into... I don’t even know what to call that.”

Lucy shrugged, unbothered. “A masterpiece? Babe, admit it. You love all my jokes. Keeps your life intresting.”

Kate sighed but couldn’t hide her small smile. “You’re exhausting.”

Lucy grinned, pulling Kate close. “And yet, here you are, still marrying me. You’re stuck with me, Whistler.”

Kate rolled her eyes, though her expression softened. “I guess I am.”

As they walked down the street hand in hand, Lucy glanced sideways with a smirk. “By the way, you think the baker would let us take home a mini version of that red velvet? You know, for... inspiration?”

Kate groaned, her cheeks heating once more. “Lucy!”

Lucy laughed, her voice echoing down the street. “What? I’m just saying. I’m a woman of many layers, babe. Like the cake!”

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It was a rare weekend off for Lucy, and she was doing her favorite thing: sleeping. Sprawled across the bed with the covers half kicked off, she was completely oblivious to the outside world. Kate, on the other hand, was in the living room, enjoying the rare quiet morning as she worked on a new scene for her novel.

Glancing at the clock, Kate noticed it was already 10:30. Her fiancée was still in deep sleep, blissfully unaware of the ticking hours. Shaking her head fondly, Kate thought, If no one disturbed her, she could probably sleep through the entire day.

Still, Kate knew they needed to head to the market to stock up on groceries and vegetables. "Let her enjoy her beauty sleep a little longer," Kate muttered, chuckling softly to herself. The thought of waking Lucy and seeing her grumpy, pouty face was both endearing and entertaining.

Before Kate could indulge further in thoughts of her sleeping fiancée, the doorbell rang. Frowning, Kate got up. They weren’t expecting anyone.

Opening the door, Kate froze in shock. Standing on the doorstep were her parents, Christie and Rob, her mother looking far too excited for Kate’s liking.

"Surprise, my dear!" Christie exclaimed, pulling Kate into a tight hug.

"Well... I’m surprised," Kate managed, still trying to process their sudden arrival.

Rob chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I told her to call and let you know beforehand, but she didn’t listen."

"Oh, come on, Rob," Christie said, waving him off. "Where’s the fun in that? You and Kate are so boring."

"Sure, Mom," Kate replied sarcastically but with a fond smile. "Because giving me a heart attack is your idea of fun."

Christie simply grinned, unbothered by Kate’s sarcasm, as they all stepped inside. Once they settled on the couch, Kate handed them glasses of water before joining them.

"So," Kate said, settling back. "Are you going to tell me why you’re here unannounced?"

Feigning hurt, Christie gasped. "Don’t you want us here, Katie?"

"That’s not what I meant, Mom," Kate sighed, rolling her eyes. "Spit it out."

Rob leaned forward, grinning. "Your mom missed you and Lucy. And she’s had enough of getting updates about the wedding preparations over the phone. She decided to come see it all for herself."

Kate groaned, already feeling the exhaustion creeping in. "I kind of expected this."

"Great!" Christie clapped her hands. "We’ll explore Hawaii and check on the wedding preparations. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?"

Kate sank deeper into the couch, rubbing her temple. "The checking part is important, I agree. But the exploring part? Mom, I have deadlines! I can’t show you around."

"Oh, Katie," Christie said dismissively. "Who’s asking you to? You’re no fun anyway. I’m talking about Lucy. She’ll show us around—I know she will."

"Speaking of Lucy," Rob said, looking around. "Where is she?"

Suppressing a laugh, Kate replied, "Sleeping. Your dear Lucy loves her beauty sleep, and today she’s decided to sleep through the morning."

Rob raised an eyebrow. "She’s an agent?"

"Trust me, Dad, I ask myself that question every time she manages to sleep till noon," Kate said with a chuckle. "Anyway, I’ll go wake her up. You two wait here."

Kate walked into their bedroom and paused, her expression softening. Lucy was curled up, her face relaxed and peaceful. Her usual wit and charm were hidden beneath her softness, making her look like a small child.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kate leaned down and nudged Lucy gently, kissing her forehead. "Wake up, Luce."

Lucy groaned, swatting Kate’s hand away. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, pulling the covers tightly around her.

Kate chuckled. "Luce, it’s already 11. Come on, get up."

"Kate," Lucy grumbled, her voice muffled. "Every day has an 11 o’clock. Big deal. Let me sleep."

Kate felt a twinge of guilt, knowing how exhausted Lucy had been all week. "I’m sorry, babe, but Mom and Dad are waiting outside."

That got Lucy’s attention. She shot up, rubbing her eyes. "You mean Christie and Rob are here?"

Kate nodded. "Yup. Now go freshen up."

Kate got up, but Lucy grabbed her hand, pointing to her lips and pouting.

Kate chuckled warmly, leaning down to kiss her softly. "Good morning, my love."

Lucy’s face lit up with a wide, bright smile. "Good morning," she said, leaning in to steal two more kisses before jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

Kate shook her head, laughing softly as she left the room. Returning to the living room, she said, "Lucy will be out soon."

Rob chuckled. "Did she fight you?"

"Like a toddler," Kate admitted, her eyes twinkling. "But don’t worry, she’s awake now. Barely."

Christie grinned. "Oh, I love that girl already."

Kate sat back, a fond smile on her face. "Yeah. She’s something else."

As Lucy emerged from the bedroom, she was a picture of casual charm. Her damp curls framed her face, her light caramel eyes still slightly groggy but sparkling with mischief. She wore one of Kate’s oversized hoodies, the sleeves slightly too long, giving her an endearing, cozy look.

"Good morning, family," Lucy greeted with a dramatic sigh, plopping herself onto the couch beside Rob. "Let me tell you, your daughter has made it her life’s mission to ruin my beauty sleep."

Rob chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "You don’t say?"

"I do say," Lucy replied, throwing a mock glare at Kate, who stood by the armchair with her arms crossed. "She barged into the bedroom, woke me up from a perfectly good dream, and practically dragged me out of bed."

Kate raised an eyebrow. "Barged? I kissed you awake like a Disney princess."

"More like a Disney villain," Lucy quipped, leaning back and folding her arms.

Christie gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "Katie, is this true? You disturbed this poor girl’s rest?"

Kate blinked in disbelief. "Mom, really?"

Christie ignored her, turning to Lucy with a sympathetic look. "Oh, Lucy, my dear, I’m so sorry. I should have warned you about how relentless she can be."

Lucy leaned toward Christie, nodding solemnly. "Thank you, Christie. Someone finally understands my struggle."

"Mom!" Kate interjected, throwing her hands up. "You’re taking her side? She was asleep at 11 a.m.! You can’t condone this level of laziness."

"Laziness?" Lucy gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock offense. "I’ll have you know, I’m an agent who works long hours saving lives. This is called recovery time, Kate."

Christie nodded firmly, patting Lucy’s hand. "Exactly. Let her rest, Katie, dear. She deserves it."

Rob chuckled, clearly amused by the theatrics. "Careful, Kate. Looks like you’re outnumbered here."

Kate sighed dramatically, leaning against the armchair. "This is what I get for bringing her into the family. She’s turning everyone against me."

Lucy grinned, her pout now replaced with a playful smirk. "Face it, Kate. I’m the favorite now."

"Don’t push it, Luce," Kate warned, though her lips twitched in amusement.

"Oh, I’m pushing it," Lucy said, leaning forward. "Because someone here owes me an apology for waking me up against my will."

Christie nodded enthusiastically. "She’s right, Katie. Say you’re sorry."

Kate looked between Lucy and her mom, her jaw dropping. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Lucy and Christie shared a conspiratorial look before both turned expectant gazes on Kate.

Kate groaned, finally throwing up her hands. "Fine. I’m sorry, Lucy, for waking you up. Next time, I’ll let you sleep until the market closes and we’re out of food."

"Apology accepted," Lucy said with a grin, sitting back smugly.

"But," Kate added, pointing a finger at her, "don’t think for a second this means you’re off the hook. You’re still coming to the market with me."

Lucy groaned, leaning dramatically against Rob. "See what I mean? She’s relentless."

Rob patted Lucy’s shoulder, his laughter barely contained. "You’ve got your hands full with this one, Kate."

Kate shook her head, her exasperation fading into a soft smile as she looked at Lucy, whose playful grumpiness only made her more adorable. "Yeah, but I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Christie beamed. "Now, that’s the spirit, Katie. And Lucy, darling, if she gives you any more trouble, you just call me."

Lucy shot Kate a triumphant grin. "You hear that? Reinforcements are just a phone call away."

Kate laughed, finally sitting down beside Lucy. "You’re impossible."

"And you love it," Lucy teased, leaning her head on Kate’s shoulder.

Kate sighed, wrapping an arm around her fiancée. "Yeah, I do."

The room filled with warm laughter as the family settled in, their bond growing stronger with every playful exchange.

---

By mid-afternoon, after a leisurely lunch filled with playful banter and stories from Rob about Kate’s childhood misadventures, Lucy stretched her arms lazily and turned to Kate, who was perched on the couch, utterly absorbed in her laptop.

"Alright, let’s go check the venue," Lucy declared, brushing crumbs off her shirt and dusting her hands dramatically, as if she had just completed a grand task.

Kate barely looked up, her fingers flying across the keyboard with the kind of intensity that meant she was deep in writer mode. "You go ahead, Luce. I really need to finish this scene before I lose my flow."

Lucy’s eyes narrowed in playful determination. Without hesitation, she strolled over and, with a grin, gently but firmly closed the laptop shut. Kate gasped, staring at her in disbelief.

"Lucy!"

"Kate," Lucy mimicked, smirking. "You’re already ahead of your deadline, babe. A couple of hours won’t hurt. Besides, staring at that screen all day is going to turn your eyes into little squares."

Kate sighed dramatically, flopping back against the couch, her eyes closed. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"And you love me for it," Lucy quipped, tugging Kate up by the hand and pulling her to her feet.

Kate groaned but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. "You are so lucky I love you," she mumbled, grabbing her purse.

As they all gathered by the door, Kate leaned toward her mother conspiratorially. "Mom, whatever you do, don’t sit in the front seat with Lucy."

Christie raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Why not?"

Lucy shot Kate a warning glare, already stepping outside. "Shut up, Kate."

Kate smirked. "Just... trust me."

Once they piled into the car, Kate’s advice was promptly ignored. Christie happily claimed the passenger seat, leaving Rob and Kate in the back. Lucy adjusted the mirrors, a mischievous gleam in her light caramel eyes. For the first few minutes, everything seemed perfectly normal. Lucy drove with careful precision, hands at ten and two, making all the right turns and stopping at every sign.

Christie glanced over, unimpressed. "Lucy, dear, why are you driving like an old lady? At this rate, we’ll get there by next week."

Kate groaned inwardly, already sensing what was coming. "Mom, don’t—"

But Christie wasn't listening. She turned to Lucy, her expression challenging. "I heard you NCIS folks are top-notch drivers. Let’s see it."

Lucy’s lips curled mischievously. "Oh, you want to see top-notch, Christie?"

Kate’s panic was immediate. "Lucy. No. I am warning you!"

Too late.

With a devilish glint in her eyes, Lucy gripped the wheel tighter and floored the gas. The SUV lurched forward, pressing Kate and Rob into their seats like they were taking off in a fighter jet.

"OH MY GOD!" Kate shrieked, clutching her seatbelt like it was her only tether to life.

Rob, who had been silently enjoying the peaceful drive until now, let out a strangled, "Good lord, Lucy! SLOW DOWN!"

But Lucy was in the zone. She expertly swerved between cars with surgical precision, accelerating through gaps that had definitely not been designed for a vehicle of their size. She zigzagged through traffic like it was an obstacle course, making split-second lane changes that defied logic, and—Kate was sure—violated at least seven traffic laws in under thirty seconds.

"Yellow light!" Kate yelled in terror as they approached an intersection.

"Yellow means go faster!" Lucy shot back gleefully, pressing down harder on the pedal.

Rob groaned, gripping the door handle like it was a life raft. "Lucy, there are rules!"

Kate, her eyes squeezed shut, muttered rapid-fire prayers under her breath. "We’re going to die. We are all going to die. I'm never getting married. This is it."

Meanwhile, up front, Christie was having the time of her life. "WOOHOO!" she cheered, raising both hands in the air like she was on a rollercoaster. "Look at you go, Lucy! That’s my future daughter-in-law!"

"Mom, stop encouraging her!" Kate shrieked, her voice climbing several octaves.

Lucy grinned at Christie. "I love your mom."

Kate groaned. "I hate my life."

Lucy made a sharp right turn without braking, causing Rob to slide into Kate with a grunt. "Katie, remind me... why did we let her drive?" he grumbled, bracing himself with both hands against the seat.

Kate was too busy holding on for dear life. "I don't let her do anything, Dad. She just does it."

As they zoomed past slower cars with ease, Lucy cheerfully narrated her driving philosophy. "The key is to be confident. You have to own the road, you know? Make it fear you."

Kate’s head whipped around. "Lucy, the road doesn’t have feelings! And I’m pretty sure the guy in that sedan back there is calling the cops!"

Lucy glanced in the rearview mirror. "Nah, he’s just admiring my skills."

Christie clapped her hands. "Lucy, this is the most fun I’ve had in years! I should’ve married an NCIS agent."

Kate stared in betrayal. "Mother!"

Rob, wiping sweat from his brow, muttered, "I need a drink."

Finally—mercifully—they pulled into the venue parking lot. Lucy eased to a stop with a triumphant grin, like she’d just finished a world-class racing event.

"See?" Lucy said smugly, throwing the car into park. "No accidents, we’re here ahead of schedule, and everyone’s alive!"

Kate, visibly shaking, fumbled with her seatbelt and practically fell out of the car the moment the door opened. "Barely," she grumbled, smoothing her clothes and trying to regain her dignity. "We’re barely alive."

Rob stepped out on shaky legs, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his graying hair. "Lucy, I love you, but next time... I’m renting a cab."

Christie, completely unbothered, fluffed her hair and looked at Lucy with admiration. "That was fantastic, sweetie. We should do this again."

Kate whipped around, glaring at them both. "NO! Absolutely not!"

Lucy sauntered over, slinging an arm around Kate’s shoulders. "Come on, babe, admit it. That was a rush."

Kate shoved her off with an exasperated groan. "Luce, you just broke every single traffic law in existence!"

Lucy held up a finger. "Technically, I didn’t break them. I bent them... a little."

"A little?!" Kate’s voice cracked. "Lucy, that was vehicular insanity! And you," she turned on her mother, "are just as bad for encouraging her!"

Christie shrugged, grinning. "Sweetheart, life’s too short for boring car rides."

Kate pinched the bridge of her nose. "I need new family members."

Lucy smirked, leaning in to kiss Kate’s cheek. "You’re stuck with us, babe."

Kate groaned, but despite herself, she felt a smile creeping in. She glanced at her dad, who was still breathing deeply, and her mom, who looked ready for round two. Looking at Lucy—mischievous, reckless, but undeniably charming—Kate sighed.

"You are so lucky I love you," she muttered.

Lucy beamed, kissing her cheek again. "I really am."

Kate huffed but let Lucy hold her hand as they walked toward the venue. Rob followed behind, still muttering to himself about speed limits and his lost youth.

Christie, on the other hand, nudged Lucy and whispered, "Hey, on the way back, let's see if we can beat our time."

"Mother!" Kate shouted in disbelief.

Lucy grinned. "You got it, Christie."

Kate groaned but was quickly distracted as they stepped onto the grounds of Sunset Ranch.

The lush greenery stretched out in all directions, the rolling hills kissed by the golden afternoon sun. Vibrant tropical flowers lined the pathways, their colors bursting like little pieces of paradise. A stunning arch, half-built but already adorned with delicate white flowers, stood proudly against the shimmering backdrop of the North Shore’s crystal-blue ocean. The gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and blossoms, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

Christie gasped, clasping her hands together. "Oh, Katie, Lucy, this is absolutely breathtaking. It’s like something out of a fairytale!"

Lucy smiled, nudging Kate lightly. "Yeah, it’s pretty amazing. And it’s all Kate, really. She’s the mastermind behind all this."

Kate’s cheeks flushed slightly as she shrugged. "It’s a team effort. You do your fair share, Luce."

"Yeah," Lucy teased. "Moral support counts, right?"

Kate rolled her eyes with a smile and turned to her parents. "So... what do you think? Does it feel like a wedding venue?"

Rob smiled warmly, resting a hand on Kate’s shoulder. "It feels like your wedding venue, sweetheart. You’ve done a wonderful job."

Christie wiped at her eyes dramatically. "Oh, I’m getting emotional just imagining the big day!"

Lucy chuckled, pulling Christie into a side hug. "Don’t start crying yet, Christie. You still have time to embarrass Kate at the rehearsal dinner."

Kate groaned. "Please don’t encourage her."

Christie winked. "Oh, honey, that’s my job as your mother."

Kate shook her head with a soft laugh, her heart swelling as she took in the scene before her—her fiancée, her parents, and the place where she’d soon say I do.

Lucy slipped her hand into Kate’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You’re thinking sappy thoughts, aren’t you?"

Kate sighed, leaning into her. "Maybe."

Lucy grinned. "Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to reality when I challenge you to a dance-off at the reception."

Kate smirked. "Bring it on, Tara."

As they walked along the flower-lined path, Rob chuckled, shaking his head. "You two really are something else."

Christie beamed. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Kate looked around at the people she loved, her heart full, knowing that—chaos and all—this was exactly where she was meant to be.

----

Chapter Text

The following day, Lucy took Christie and Rob on a tour of some of the most scenic and vibrant spots in Hawaii. Before heading out, Lucy stood by the car with her hands on her hips, addressing Christie and Rob with a teasing smirk.

"Fair warning," she said, her tone mock-serious, "if you want to go into that endless death trap called your daughter’s office or writing bubble, count me out. I’m not taking you there. Anywhere else is fine."

Christie and Rob exchanged amused glances, raising their eyebrows.

"Endless death trap?" Rob repeated, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Don’t mind her dramatics," Christie added, though her eyes twinkled with curiosity. "We’ll call Katie and ask her to join us soon."

"Good call," Lucy said with a chuckle. "Alright, let’s get going before she catches wind of our escape plan."
---
Lucy was in full tour guide mode as she drove Christie and Rob across the island, pointing out both the popular spots and her personal favorites.

Their first stop was the historic Iolani Palace, where Lucy shared tidbits of Hawaiian history with surprising enthusiasm. "Kate loves this place too," Lucy admitted as Christie and Rob marveled at the royal architecture.

Next, they headed to the Manoa Valley, where Lucy led them on a short, easy hike through lush greenery, stopping at a viewpoint to take in the breathtaking scenery. "This is the only kind of nature I can handle," Lucy quipped, earning laughs from Christie and Rob.

After the hike, they visited the bustling Kaka’ako neighborhood, known for its vibrant street art. "Kate always says this place inspires her," Lucy said, gesturing to a particularly vivid mural. "Not that she needs much inspiration."

Their final stop before lunch was the Honolulu Fish Market, where Lucy charmed the locals, waving at a few vendors she clearly knew. Christie and Rob were fascinated by the array of fresh seafood. "It’s incredible how everything here feels so alive," Christie said, looking at Lucy with newfound admiration.

"Welcome to Hawaii," Lucy replied with a grin.

However, as they sat down for lunch at a cozy seaside café, Lucy’s phone buzzed insistently. She glanced at the screen and her expression grew serious.

"Guys, I’m so sorry," Lucy began, looking genuinely apologetic as she placed her phone down. "An important case just came up, and I have to go."

Christie’s face fell slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Of course, dear. We understand. Duty calls."

Lucy smiled gratefully. "Thank you. But I promise I’ll be back soon for dinner. And don’t worry about dinner plans—I’ve already booked a table at Kate’s favorite rooftop restaurant."

Christie’s expression brightened. "Oh, how thoughtful of you, Lucy! We’ll let Kate know."

Lucy leaned in to give Christie a quick hug and patted Rob on the shoulder. "Thanks for being so understanding. I’ll see you both later tonight."

With that, Lucy hurried off, leaving Christie and Rob to enjoy the rest of their afternoon. As they wandered through another charming market, Christie couldn’t help but gush to Rob, "Lucy really is something, isn’t she? She’s always thinking about Kate, even when she’s busy with her job."

Rob nodded, smiling warmly. "She’s a keeper, that’s for sure."

The two of them continued their exploration, looking forward to sharing the rest of the evening with their daughters.

---

Kate joined her parents at a cozy café near the bustling market where they had been exploring. Spotting them, she chuckled as she sat down.

"I'm sure you’ve seen everything except the beaches," Kate teased, sipping from the glass of lemonade Rob had ordered for her. "Lucy absolutely hates water or anything remotely related to it. It’s almost ironic considering where we live."

Christie and Rob exchanged amused glances before Rob raised a curious eyebrow. "But she works for the Navy," he pointed out, "and lives in Hawaii of all places."

Kate laughed, a genuine, hearty laugh that made her parents smile. "Yeah, don’t try to find logic in Lucy’s quirks. It’s just... Lucy. She’s a riddle wrapped in an enigma."

Christie grinned. "Well, now that you’re here, let’s fix that. Shall we hit the beach?"

Kate beamed. "Absolutely. Let’s go explore some of the best spots. It’s been a while since we did something like this."

As they got up to leave the café, a small group of women at a nearby table whispered excitedly, sneaking glances at Kate. Just as they stepped outside, one of them, a woman in her thirties clutching a well-worn copy of one of Kate’s books, approached hesitantly.

"Excuse me... you're Kate Whistler, right?"

Kate blinked in surprise before offering a polite smile. "That’s me."

The woman’s face lit up. "Oh wow, I love your books! You have no idea how much they mean to me. Could I trouble you for an autograph?"

Kate glanced at her parents, who exchanged an amused look, before taking the book with a grin. "Of course. I’m glad you enjoy them."

As she signed, another woman chimed in eagerly, "And you're Christie and Rob, right? I remember reading about you both in that interview Kate did a while back!"

Christie laughed, clearly enjoying the attention. "Guilty as charged," she said with a playful wink. "We’re the proud parents."

Rob chuckled, shaking the woman's hand warmly. "I try to stay out of the spotlight, but my wife loves it."

The fans laughed before one of them looked around eagerly. "Where's Lucy? We always see you two together!"

Kate rolled her eyes with a chuckle, handing the signed book back. "Oh, she’s working today. Believe me, she would have enjoyed this more—talking to all of you instead of me."

At that, the fans gushed even more. "Lucy is so cool, though! She's funny, she's tough, and that smile—ugh, we just love seeing you two together!"

Kate smirked, shaking her head fondly. "Yeah, yeah, I hear that a lot. Trust me, she’s well aware of how charming she is."

Once the fans left, Christie turned to Kate with a mischievous grin. "You know, Katie, I think Lucy might end up with more fans than you if she wanted to. She's got that whole irresistible charm thing going for her."

Kate groaned dramatically. "Please don’t remind me, Mom. She’s already insufferable as it is."

Christie leaned in, nudging her playfully. "Just imagine—her face on book covers, doing interviews, flashing that dimpled smile of hers. Your fans would convert instantly!"

Kate mock-glared at her mother, grumbling under her breath. "I swear, you and Lucy are in cahoots just to mess with me."

Rob chuckled, patting Kate’s shoulder. "Face it, Katie. You've got two unstoppable forces in your life now—Christie and Lucy. You’re doomed for life."

Kate sighed dramatically. "Yeah, I know. And I have no way out."

Christie winked. "Nope, you’re stuck with us forever, sweetheart."

Kate rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched in a reluctant smile. "Lucky me."

They finally made their way to the beach, the ocean sparkling under the warm afternoon sun as the three of them strolled along the shoreline. Christie was quick to slip off her sandals and let the waves tickle her feet, while Rob stood back, snapping photos of his wife and daughter with a nostalgic smile. Kate stayed close, occasionally skipping a smooth stone across the water or teasing Christie for squealing when a wave splashed her.

They eventually settled under a palm tree, sipping fresh coconut water from a local vendor. As Christie gazed out at the horizon, her expression turned reflective.

"You know," she began softly, "we kind of stopped doing this after Noah died. It just... didn’t feel the same anymore. But being here today, all of us smiling again, I think he must be happy seeing us like this, Katie."

Kate’s throat tightened at the mention of her brother. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she managed a smile, looking at Christie with warmth. "Yeah, he must be happy, Mom. He’d want us to live and find joy again."

Rob placed a reassuring hand on Kate’s shoulder. "Lucy really is amazing," he said, his voice filled with fatherly gratitude. "She somehow managed to patch our grieving hearts and taught us to find joy even in the small things. You’re really lucky to have her, Katie."

Kate nodded, her heart swelling. "I know, Dad. I really do. And I can’t wait to call her mine forever."

Christie reached out and pulled Kate into a warm embrace. "I’m so sorry, Katie," she said, her voice breaking. "We ignored you for years in our own grief. We hurt you, pushed you away when you needed us most. But I promise, we’ll never do that again."

Kate hugged her back tightly, her voice steady and full of love. "We were all grieving, Mom. I only saw happiness and colors again when Lucy walked into my life. Please don’t apologize. It’s okay. We’re here now, together. That’s all that matters."

Rob cleared his throat, his voice lightening the moment. "So, what do you say to getting some shave ice for old time’s sake?"

Kate laughed, wiping her eyes. "Yes, let’s! Come on, I’ll take you to Lucy’s favorite spot. The lady there practically calls Lucy family, she goes there so often."

As they walked toward the shave ice stand, their laughter and easy conversation filled the air. Christie and Rob reminisced about their childhood beach outings with Noah and Kate, their voices light but tinged with nostalgia.

Kate’s heart felt full as she watched her parents genuinely happy for the first time in years. She knew it was Lucy’s magic that had made this possible, and she wished more than anything that her fiancée was there so she could hug her, kiss her, and thank her for bringing her family back to life.

But Lucy was busy with work and would only return for dinner. For now, Kate contented herself with the knowledge that she had someone so wonderful waiting for her at the end of the day.

----

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Kate and her parents got ready for dinner at Kate’s favorite rooftop restaurant. Christie wore a flowy floral dress that complemented the tropical vibe, while Rob opted for a crisp linen shirt and khakis. Kate, ever elegant, chose a light-blue sundress that Lucy always said brought out her eyes.

While Christie fussed over her hair in the mirror, Kate dialed Lucy’s number. After two rings, the call connected.

"Hey, babe," Lucy’s voice came through, slightly rushed but still warm. "I’m so sorry, but I’ll have to meet you directly at the restaurant. I’m on the other side of the island canvassing witnesses."

Kate sighed but couldn’t help smiling softly. "It’s okay, Luce. Just take care of yourself, alright? And don’t rush. We’ll be waiting for you."

There was a pause, then Lucy’s voice softened. "You’re the best, babe. Love you."

Kate’s smile widened, her heart fluttering as it always did when Lucy said those words. "Love you too. See you soon."

She hung up, shaking her head fondly as she turned to her parents. "Lucy’s running late—work stuff. She’ll meet us at the restaurant."

Christie looked up from her compact. "That girl never stops, does she?"

Kate chuckled. "Nope, but that’s Lucy for you."

Rob smiled, patting his daughter’s shoulder as they walked out. "Well, it just gives us more time to enjoy the ambiance before she gets there. Let’s go."

The three of them headed out, the excitement of the evening bubbling in the air, knowing Lucy would soon join them to complete the picture.

---

Kate, Christie, and Rob arrived at the rooftop restaurant, greeted by the cozy ambiance Lucy had chosen so thoughtfully. The gentle sound of ocean waves lapping against the shore blended harmoniously with the shimmering stars and the radiant glow of the moon. String lights hung above the tables, casting a soft, golden hue over everything. Kate smiled as they were seated. This place had always been her favorite for its serene vibe, and tonight, with her parents by her side, it felt even more special.

As they sipped their drinks and chatted, Kate’s phone buzzed with a message from Lucy: “Almost there. Traffic’s insane, but I’ll make it in 10.”

“She’s on her way,” Kate informed her parents, her smile softening.

Christie grinned. “I can’t wait to see her. Lucy always brightens the room when she walks in.”

Rob nodded in agreement. “She has that charm, doesn’t she?”

Just then, Lucy arrived. Despite looking visibly exhausted with her wrinkled shirt and slightly tousled curls, but her radiant smile lit up the room, exactly as Christie had predicted. She made a beeline for their table, apologizing as she slid into her chair.

“Sorry I’m late, traffic was insane,” Lucy said, running a hand through her hair.

Kate leaned over and kissed her temple. “Don’t worry, Luce. We were just enjoying the vibe. Though,” she teased, “I think my mom likes you better than me. She says I’m boring.”

Lucy laughed, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “Well, I can’t blame her. You are kind of a stick-in-the-mud sometimes.”

Kate shot her a mock glare as Christie and Rob chuckled.

The meal unfolded seamlessly, filled with lighthearted banter and lively conversation. Lucy shared a few tidbits about her case when Rob inquired. “The witnesses aren’t giving us much to go on,” Lucy admitted, keeping her tone light. “The suspect’s sharp, but we’ll figure it out.”

Kate gave her a warning glance, subtly reminding her to keep the work talk vague. Christie chimed in, “No more case talk during dinner. It’s too stressful for us non-agents.”

Lucy chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

The atmosphere stayed cheerful as they laughed over shared stories, occasionally breaking into fits of laughter.

Midway through dinner, a man in his late 50s approached their table. He had a kind face, silver-streaked hair, and an unmistakable Southern demeanor. Lucy’s expression shifted from amusement to pure shock as she recognized him.

“Well, Ms. Tara,” the man said with a warm smile, “your laughter still lights up the room, huh?”

Kate raised an eyebrow, ready to step in, but paused when she noticed the surprise on Lucy’s face.

“Tommy?” Lucy managed, clearing her throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Just enjoying my retirement,” he replied, his Southern accent thick. “But seems like I picked the best place to visit. And look at you—you’ve made it, Agent Tara.”

Lucy chuckled nervously. “Nice to see you again, Tommy. But it’s just Lucy for you. And keep it down, will you?”

Tommy laughed, ignoring her plea as he patted her back in a friendly gesture. “You were always destined for great things. I’m just glad to see you doing so well.”

Lucy shifted uncomfortably as Kate, Christie, and Rob looked on curiously. “Tommy’s a long-time... friend from Dallas,” she explained, shooting him a look that screamed don’t say too much.

“Well,” Tommy said, grinning mischievously, “we had to be friends considering I was her security in charge back in the day.”

Lucy glared at him. “He’s just being ridiculous. Don’t mind him.”

Tommy chuckled. “Ridiculous, huh? I call it doing my job. But anyway, what are you doing here, Ms. Tara? Last I checked, you hated water like a leech.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’s a long story, Tommy. Now, don’t think I believe your retirement story for a second. We’ll talk later.”

“As you wish, Ms. Tara.” He gave her a mock salute.

“Go away, Tommy,” Lucy groaned, though there was a fondness in her tone.

After Tommy left, Lucy sighed and took a deep breath. “He used to be my security in charge. When you’re in the oil business, you tend to have enemies. But that was a long time ago.”

Christie nodded, impressed. “He seems like a nice man.”

Lucy smiled. “He is. He didn’t put many restrictions on me, let me enjoy life freely. He even taught me horseback riding back in the day.”

The table fell quiet for a moment as Christie and Rob smiled, but Kate noticed something deeper in Lucy’s expression—an unspoken longing for her real family and the life she left behind.

Determined to address it later, Kate shifted the conversation back to lighter topics, ensuring the rest of the evening stayed cheerful. But in her heart, she resolved to help Lucy confront the parts of her past she was still holding onto, even if Lucy wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

----

The house was quiet as Kate and Lucy stepped in after dropping Christie and Rob at their hotel. The gentle hum of the night accompanied them as they kicked off their shoes and settled into the living room. Lucy sank into the couch with a tired sigh, her head leaning back as her eyes closed. Kate sat beside her, studying the lines of exhaustion on her fiancée's face, but there was something else—a weight she’d been carrying since dinner.

"Well, that was quite a night," she said, glancing at Lucy, who looked deep in thought, staring down at her phone.

Lucy nodded absently, then finally set her phone down and flopped onto the couch. "Yeah, it was," she murmured. "I wasn’t expecting to run into Tommy, though."

Kate sat beside her, tucking her legs under her. "You wanna talk about it?" she asked gently, nudging Lucy’s knee with hers.

Lucy let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Not much to say, really. Tommy was a big part of my life when I still had ties to Dallas. He was more than just security—he was kind of a mentor. Kept me out of trouble, taught me things my dad never did." She paused, her voice growing softer. "Seeing him again just... reminded me of everything I left behind."

Kate reached out, threading her fingers through Lucy’s. "You don’t talk much about your life before NCIS," she said carefully. "I mean, I know bits and pieces, but... I get the feeling there's more."

Lucy sighed, her thumb absently stroking the back of Kate's hand. "Yeah, I guess I don’t really like looking back too much. My dad had everything planned out for me—school, career, even the kind of person I should be. And I tried, you know? I really did. But it was never enough. He always made it clear that I wasn’t who he wanted me to be."

Kate frowned, squeezing Lucy’s hand gently. "That must’ve been hard."

Lucy nodded, her gaze distant. "It was. Tommy... he saw me for who I was. He never judged me for wanting something different. He used to sneak me out to shooting ranges, taught me how to handle a gun before I ever thought about joining NCIS. He made me feel like I had options, like I wasn’t stuck living under my dad’s shadow."

Kate listened intently, letting Lucy take her time. "And then you left," Kate said softly.

Lucy let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah. I packed up and left without looking back. Tommy was the only one who didn't try to stop me. He just said, ‘Go do what you gotta do, kid. You don’t owe anyone an explanation.’ I think a part of me always thought I’d never see him again."

Kate leaned in, resting her head against Lucy’s shoulder. "But you did," she murmured.

Lucy swallowed hard. "Yeah. And it felt... weird. Good, but weird. Like I’m still that kid trying to prove something to myself."

Kate tilted her head to look at her. "You don't have to prove anything, Luce. Not to your dad, not to Tommy, not to anyone."

Lucy looked down at Kate, her expression softening. "You make it sound so easy."

Kate smiled faintly. "It's not. But you’ve already come so far. And you have people who love you for exactly who you are now."

Lucy let out a slow breath, nodding. "Yeah... I do." She squeezed Kate’s hand, then pulled her in closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Thanks, babe."

Kate smiled against Lucy’s skin. "Always."

Kate shifted closer, pulling Lucy’s hand to her lap. Just tell me—don’t you miss them? Don’t you want to invite them to our wedding?”

Lucy sighed deeply, resting her head on Kate’s shoulder. “Yes,” she admitted quietly. “I miss them sometimes. Not much, okay? And they’re not my family, Kate. My family is here—NCIS, you, and your parents. They’re my family now.”

“But—”

“I really don’t want to inform them,” Lucy interrupted, lifting her head to look Kate in the eyes. “I haven’t even told them I’m in love. They’ll eventually find out when I update my will.”

Kate blinked, stunned. “What? Your will?”

Lucy chuckled bitterly. “Yeah. That’s how we deal with things—in legal documents, through lawyers. I don’t want them to know about the best thing that’s ever happened to me before we get married. You don’t know my father, Kate. He’ll try to stop this. Or, if he agrees, he’ll have his own terms and conditions. I don’t want you to deal with that, ever.”

Kate’s heart ached at the mixture of pain and resolve in Lucy’s voice. “Luce—”

“If they come here,” Lucy continued, her voice tinged with frustration, “they’ll find fault in everything. It’s better if they’re uninformed. Please, Kate, just drop this topic. I can’t deal with it right now.”

Kate sighed, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind Lucy’s ear. “Okay,” she said softly, kissing Lucy’s temple. “Let’s go to bed, babe.”

Lucy nodded, her shoulders visibly relaxing. “Thanks, Kate.”

When Lucy fell asleep, nestled against Kate’s side, her soft breathing filling the room, Kate lay awake, her mind racing with what Lucy had revealed. She gently brushed her fingers through Lucy’s curls, her heart breaking for the pain Lucy carried so deeply.

How much did they hurt her to make her this defensive? Kate thought.

She vowed to herself that, somehow, she would help Lucy reconnect with her family. It wouldn’t be before the wedding—she couldn’t risk upsetting Lucy or dampening their happiness. But afterward, she would do whatever it took to show them the best parts of Lucy, the woman she loved more than anything.

Kate kissed Lucy’s forehead, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling her closer and burying her face in her fiancée’s soft curls. With her arms wrapped protectively around Lucy, Kate closed her eyes, determined to do whatever it took to heal Lucy’s heart.