1,2,3,4... 1,2,3,4." The dance instructor chanted as Paul struggled to dance the steps properly and on que. "I must admit Paul, you are getting better!" she smiled, "Ok, lets take a short break and then we will go over it all one final time and call it a night!" she continued. "Ok, I'm going to call my wife really quick to let her know I will be a little late getting home." He stepped out into the hall and dialed his wife's number on his old Motorola flip phone. Angela was just stepping into the house for the first time since that morning when she answered the phone, she had just got home from a very busy and stressful day at work.

The house smelled of fresh cucumber melon glade air freshener, the automatic sprayer hung on the wall two feet from the door and had just released its latest timed sprits as Angela pulled into the driveway, it was her favorite scent. "Hello?" She said quickly answering the phone without checking the caller I.d. "Hey dear, I just wanted to let you know I'm running a bit behind, but I will be home soon!" Paul said in a loving, chipper, and almost apologetic tone.

He hated sneaking around behind her back because he felt like he was lying to her. When they began their relationship years ago, they promised to never keep secrets from each other, to be completely honest and open, but he was breaking that promise and he felt horrible about it, even though he thought it was a good reason to do so just this one time. For the last three months he had been coming home late and Angela assumed it was because of work. Paul didn't tell her he was staying out late not for work, but to spend time with a beautiful dance instructor.

Angela had grown suspicious of why he was staying out late for the last couple of months only when she realized he had been packing extra clothes to work with him. He thought he was being sneaky by hiding the clothes in the trunk of his car, but Angela had sat and watched him through the bedroom window late at night when he thought she was sleeping. "Ok sweetheart, I will see you when you get home." She said trying to play along.

After a short conference meeting Cheyenne walked back to her office with Jim following close behind, she sat down at her desk dropping a stack of heavy paperwork down in the chair beside her. She turned her computer on preparing to check her email when she heard a slight grunt behind her. "You dropped your pen." Jim said as he turned his back to her bending slowly to pick it up like a woman in a short skirt would do in front of a man wanting him to glare at her bottom to tease him.

Cheyenne turned to look and immediately rolled her eyes and pulled her attention back to her computer. "What are you doing?" She asked with an irritated tone. "Picking up your pen for you!" he responded acting clueless to her tone. "No, I meant what are you doing in here, you have your own office now."

"Yea, but its missing something."

"What, what is it missing? Please tell me so I can get it and get you out of here and into your own office!"

"You!" He said shinning his sparking white teeth in an enchanting smile. Cheyenne didn't know how to respond to his remark she simply turned away from him and resumed checking her email. "You know, this relationship is not going to work if you don't play along." He said scooting his chair closer to her desk. Cheyenne chose not to respond to the comment and began ignoring his existence.

By the time Paul returned home Angela had already prepared dinner, fixed him a plate, cleaned up the kitchen, showered, and was in bed. Seven-thirty seemed awful early for her to be in bed already, so he immediately began thinking something was wrong. 'Maybe she is sick.' He thought to himself. She had her back to the door and had cried herself to sleep, she found one of Paul's workout shirts in the laundry that should have smelled of sweat and body odor from a hard workout, but instead it smelled of sweet peaches perfume with a slight scent of sweat. Paul had a routine of hitting the gym after work, he was a large muscular ma and enjoyed 'pumping iron' as he would say, but lately he had been so busy at work trying to close a new deal that could push his company straight to the top that he really didn't have time for exercise, or at least that's what he had told her. Plus, he had taken a break from it due to a pulled hamstring from his last visit to the gym, doctors orders were for him not to return to the gym until after his next checkup which wasn't for another week, and if he was going to the gym his clothes wouldn't smell like peaches.

He crept quietly through the bedroom and knelt in front of his wife as she slept, dreaming of what her husband might be doing behind her back, her heart ached for an answer. He noticed a large wet stain on her pillow beneath her eye and cheek. 'She has been crying.' he thought.

As Cheyenne gathered information needed for her new case, Jim slipped back into her office unnoticed. She was so into her work she didn't even hear the slight squeak her door makes when it is opened. Jim tip-toed slowly and quietly toward her, peered over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't holding anything she could hit him with, as he learned to do from the last time he scared her.

They were in their surveillance van and he pretended to be asleep, he waited for her to reach for the binoculars on the other side of him resting at the end of the small built in desk. When she reached for them, he jumped up grabbing her arm scaring her so bad she smacked him across the face with her clip board.

With the satisfaction of nothing but a yellow highlighter in her hand he quickly placed his hands on her shoulders and roared like a lion, rather loudly. Cheyenne screamed slightly, knocked his hands from her shoulders as she spun around in her big blue padded office chair, and threw her highlighter. Jim stood motionless with a bit of a disappointed expression on his face. The highlighter had hit him in the center of his forehead leaving behind a bright yellow dot. "Dammit Jim! Stop doing that!" she yelled and noticed the mark which quickly changed her startled anger to laughter. "That really didn't go as planned, excuse me." He said and walked into the bathroom to check his head.

"Baby wake up!" Paul whispered gently nudging Angela. She groaned softly and opened her eyes. A mix of emotion rushed over her as soon as she looked at Paul. She didn't know if she should be angry or broken. "You look like you have been crying baby. What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing, I'm ok." She answered forcing a smile to cross her face. "I know better than that, talk to me hun."

"It's nothing, really."

"Ok, but I'm here if you need me."

"I know." She said smiling again to ward off his suspicion.

The following day when Paul woke up he was shocked to find that Angela had already left for work. Usually he is the first to leave since he had to be at work by eight and she isn't scheduled in until nine. It was six-thirty in the morning, she had breakfast on a plate, wrapped, and waiting for him in his spot at the table, no note saying why she left so early or anything, just his breakfast.

The day started out to be odd for Cheyenne and Jim as well. Surprisingly Jim had beat Cheyenne to the office when usually she is always the first to show up. Jim waited by the front door for her patently. He stood watching to morning traffic at its finest, horns constantly beeping, angry slurs being yelled from car windows, crosswalk signs blinking and changing from the red hand to the green stick figure stuck in that awkward walking stride allowing the large groups of people in their work ready clothes, some with brief cases looking of importance, and some without looking mediocre to the high rankers, to cross the busy streets.

The smell of freshly glazed donuts from across the street lingered in the air and Jim's stomach began to rumble as he breathed in the sweet sell, closing his eyes imagining a giant donut resting on a table beneath his nose. "Hey! What are you doing? You are drooling on yourself!" Cheyenne said jerking him out of his donut filled daze. "Oh, um, I was waiting for you!"

"Well, I hope you weren't thinking about me while you were standing there drooling. Do you know how many people have passed by staring at you with a saliva rope hanging from the corner of you mouth?"

"Nope, can't say I was paying attention."

"Obviously, now wipe your mouth and let's go! We have work to do!"

"Eye-eye your majesty!" That comment made Cheyenne stop dead in her tracks causing him to bump right into her. She gave him a confused look as she digested what he said, "Captain...." she said correcting his statement still staring at him as if she didn't quite understand exactly what she was seeing. "Don't correct my spelling woman!" He said shaking his finger in the air and poking out a hip. "Correct your.... you know what, never mind."

Angela had sat down with Mr. Benson and explained her situation. "Now, I know you probably don't take on small things like this, but I am fully prepared to pay top dollar!"

"We actually have taken on small cases like this and would be happy to take on yours. It sounds simple yes, but sometimes the smallest, most simple sounding cases can turn into a much bigger problem such as drug smuggling or something."

"Are you suggesting my husband might be a drug dealer?"

"Oh, no ma'am, not at all! It's just that we have had cases like that before and, well you just never know. I mean for all we know he could just simply be cheating." Mr. Benson began feeling nervous knowing he spoke wrong as he has never been very good at dealing with upset wives.

Cheyenne and Jim walked in at just the right moment sparring Mr. Benson from having to ramble on any further. "Ah! Just the two I was looking for!" he said practically leaping out of his chair and racing toward the two. "Miss Angela, this is detective Cheyenne and her partner detective Jim! Why don't you follow them to Cheyenne's office and they will be able to help you further!" He began leading Angela towards Cheyenne and inching them all out of his office ignoring the 'buts' coming from Cheyenne and he quickly closed his door behind them allowing a deep breath to be released and wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Angela explained her situation yet again, but this time to Cheyenne and Jim. After hesitation and a lot of pleading and crying Angela convinced Cheyenne to take the case. She thought her degree was to important to waste on such a petty case, but as Mr. Benson had mentioned before, sometimes what seems small at first could end up with a huge break through.

Cheyenne pumped herself up for a huge case hoping this would lead her down a long path of mass destruction that only she could solve and end with her receiving a medal for her bravery in taking down the world's most dangerous.... "Cheyenne, snap out of it! You were picking on me for drooling over donuts and now you are doing it!" Jim said with his arms crossed over his chest. "I wasn't daydreaming about donuts!"

"No, I was! Who knows what you were drooling over!"

"I wasn't drooling either!"

"Oh, yes you were!"

Cheyenne shrugged off Jim's comments and left to follow Paul around to find out if this was going to be her high praise case or not. While they sat outside Paul's office building, she and Jim played cards until Paul emerged. Fortunately, it didn't take to long. One round of poker (no money involved) Paul came strutting out to his car. "Oh look! There he is!" Cheyenne whispered excitingly and knocked all the cards off the center console onto the back seat and floorboard. "Hey! What did you do that for? Those are brand new cards!"

"Well, you worry about the cards and play fifty-two card pick up while I do my Job! Sound good? Great!"

Jim dropped his surprised look into a dull expression as Cheyenne stepped on the gas causing him and his dull expression flying backwards to face plant the head rest. "Easy, easy! Its not a race!" Jim said peeling his face off the seat, Cheyenne just rolled her eyes.

They followed Paul to a popular dance studio and watched him go inside with a duffle bag in hand. "What the hell is he doing? This studio isn't open on weekdays." Cheyenne said. "It's a dance studio. Isn't it supposed to be open?"

"Well yea, but this one is only open when there are competitions and competitions are only held on weekends here."

"Oh, maybe it's a bust!"

"Yea, a bust..." Cheyenne repeated as she lost herself in the binoculars watching Paul appear and disappear in the windows as he walked down the long hallway. "I can't see from out here, lets go in." She said throwing her door open.

They rushed inside and quickly caught up with Paul as he stepped out of the locker room. "Good afternoon! Are you excited for your last lesson before your big day?" The instructor asked with a big smile on her face. "Absolutely!" he answered. "Big day? Ok so, he is taking dance lessons, but for what?" Cheyenne asked. She and Jim stuck around for the whole three hour final practice to find out. "Well, I do believe you are ready for your big day!" The instructor said patting Paul on the back. "Thank you so much! How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, put your wallet away, don't worry about it! Consider it an anniversary gift!"

"You are the best! My wife is going to be thrilled! She has been wanting this for so long. We didn't dance at our wedding because I never knew how, and I didn't want to embarrass her in front of all her friends and family so we skipped it."

"Aww, you are a sweet man to step out of your comfort zone and learn just for her, she is a lucky woman!"

Cheyenne teared up when she realized the truth. Jim slowly leaned forward and noticed the tears developing in her eyes and began glancing back and forth between her, the instructor, and Paul, then smiled. "You are in your feels! That is so sweet! I didn't know you had other emotions! Wow!" he said batting his eyes at Cheyenne. "Shut up Jim!"

While Paul hit the showers and changed clothes in the locker room, Cheyenne and Jim raced to Angela's house. "You aren't going to tell her and ruin the surprise, are you?" Jim asked. "Of course not!" They pulled into the driveway and were surprised to see her sitting outside on the steps chewing her nails nervously. She jumped up and ran to Cheyenne's car bracing herself to hear that her fears have been confirmed. "Well, is it true?" she asked with worried eyes filling with tears and a trembling voice. Cheyenne smiled, said "Happy anniversary, you are a lucky woman!" and backed slowly out of the driveway leaving Angela in suspense.