"Great! Cut!" yelled the director, John Latham who looked back at Rollie Tyler, who had been holding his breath behind the director. He stared back at the Ambler platform in the distance and saw his wife nod her head sharply, clenching her fist in the air and then meeting his eyes briefly as the crew with fire extinguishers ran between them, breaking off the contact.

Angie Tyler was finally happy. She pulled off her transmitter, shutting Ambler down and walked back to the F/X trailer. Once inside, she pulled out a bottle of spring water and sank into the chair by the console in the back. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She suddenly felt hands on her shoulders massaging her neck and shoulders.

"Ohhh, don't stop!" she said, moaning and shutting her eyes. One hand moved around and up her neck lifting her chin up as she opened her mouth slightly and met the lips that greeted hers.

"You know, one of these days, you might do that and it might not be me!" warned the teasing voice she knew so well.

Angie sprang upright in her chair and looked up at Rollie, shaking her head; "I would know those hands anywhere!"

He looked down at them, shrugging his shoulders and she smiled; "Did it really go off okay, I mean- for Rollie Tyler's scrutiny?"

"Yes, love- really! But you were making me a little anxious there toward the end."

"You? I was sweating bullets! Latham is such a perfectionist!"

"And you dotted every "I" and crossed every "T" so relax now…so what's for dinner, anyway?" he asked, grinning and waiting.

She almost jumped at it, but she sighed and put her arms behind her head and stretched instead before answering; "Well, I believe you owe me a very nice dinner tonight."

"What? You're not cooking, honey?" he asked, trying his Ricky Ricardo accent out.

"No! And you better not have invited Fred and Ethel over, either!" she replied, whining like Lucy.

"What time?" he asked then, rubbing his hands together.

"Umm, I would say- around eight. At least, that's what you told me last week," she replied, and pulled out her organizer.

"Okay, eight then. You know, unfortunately- I have a meeting with Latham to go over the dailies until probably about seven-thirty?"

"Yeah, so that doesn't give you much time, does it?"

"I will get home on time, promise!" he replied and bent down, tenderly biting her earlobe as she clenched her teeth and stood up.

"I will be expecting you on time," she said, putting her arms around his neck, and moving up against him. She knew just how to move and his cheeks flushed as he looked to the entrance of the van quickly.

"Great! Now I have to walk out of here like this," he replied, stepping away from her as she chuckled.

"You can do it! Now get going!" she told him as he walked slowly toward the front of the van.

Rollie stepped out of the van, his blood all below his belt at the moment and took a deep breath. She was a bloody siren! And she could affect him like this with just a mere suggestion or a touch…He wondered if this would ever stop. After all, it had been a year. He looked down at his watch, a year to the date and time.

Angie had made it back to the loft, through the usual congestion and walked in, smiling. It had taken over three months but the renovations had been worth it! Now, she had a real kitchen. Now there was a real living area and with the expansion into the rest of the brewery, Rollie's shop was now very impressive. Their bedroom now took up the entire upper level, taking over her former working space as well. She walked through the entranceway into the shop and walked into her office, grinning. Her own office! Throwing down some of the movie sequence sheets she had brought home, she noted the message light flashing on her phone. Pushing the button down and flipping the sheets on her clipboard, she heard a familiar voice on the line;

"Hi there, from sunny, wonderful California! Oh, do you know what day this is? I do! One year ago today, and you became Mrs. Rollie Tyler…"

Angie made a face at Lucinda's formal etiquette, "I am Angela Ramirez Tyler!" she rebutted at the machine.

"…and I am wishing you a happy first year anniversary. Guess what? Did you see the reviews of 'Tomb Raiders' on Entertainment Tonight? They liked it! They were all gaga at Andrew playing a serious part and actually being good at it!"

Angie rolled her eyes. She had heard about the reviews. She was happy about the movie getting a nod from everyone. Maybe it was the power of the restored Avatar or maybe it was just about time for Syd!

"They mentioned me, hmmm- 'Lucinda Scott, a lot of little movies and now starting to get her face recognized…' That was it. Oh well, but it did get me some new auditions, so….I will call when something big comes! Say hello to Rollie for me and give him a kiss for me."

There was a pause and then another beep. A second message began;

"Hi Angie! It's Mira! Long time, no see…I guess you guys truly have been busy in your resolution not to be my favorite patsy for crime busting? Don't worry, I am only joking, you know that! Called to say happy anniversary! I didn't forget, you know. Jeez, I remember mine…I was working, Michael was out at a bar getting drunk with the boys in vice…typical! Hey, when you get a chance, give me a call. We should do lunch or something. I miss you guys!"

Angie smiled, a little embarrassed that she had not kept in touch with Mira. Since the big resolution not to get involved with the police and stay away from all crime-busting activities with Mira, she had to admit, life had become a little routine and sometimes, just a little dull. Still, neither Rollie or she had been kidnapped, beaten, threatened, or put others in harm's way. They had not even taxed their medical insurance with a single claim.

A third message beeped and the recording started, and she smiled;

"Hey Ms. Ramirez-Tyler, remember that sexy little number you wore to the Top of the Sixes that night we met Dingo and the former fiancée known as Dorinda? You know, the one that was so tight and short, you made everyone's eyes pop out? Well, I've had a hankering to see that on display again…think you can do me a favor there? See you soon, love you …"

Rollie must have gotten through with dailies earlier than he expected and she rushed out of the office, running up the stairs to their bedroom. She flung open her closet looking for the borrowed dress of Lucinda's that she had never returned. The aqua-blue spandex dress with the spaghetti straps had not been worn since that night over a year ago, was hiding from her and she frantically searched through the closet, pushing hangers from side to side. Finally, hanging near the edge of where her clothes met Rollie's, she saw the dress. As she grabbed the hanger, sighing, she spied the note pinned to the dry-cleaning plastic cover.

Pulling the dress out, she read the note and grinned;

'I remember how cold you were that night…! Love you!'

Grinning, Angie stripped for the shower and prepared for the anniversary dinner that Rollie had planned. She was dressed, her high heels slipped on and bending over, brushing her hair over her head, having let it grow longer and fuller with layers. She flipped her revitalized mass of tarnished blonde hair back over her head as she stood up straight and smiled. Rollie was standing at the door of the bedroom.

"My, you look very fine!" he said, smiling as he raised one eyebrow and walked over to her, taking her into his arms.

"Thanks! This dress is just a little more snug than a year ago," she remarked as he looked down and shook his head.

"Looks very bodacious to me!" he answered, his eyes fixated on her chest.

She kissed him quickly and wriggled free of him, "come on, get yourself changed. And just where are we going, by the way?"

"Ah, the surprise…well, we shall slip away here in just under ten minutes and then, the night is young…" he said, pulling off his shirt and sniffing near his armpits, "I just might not…"

"Oh no, you don't- grab that shower right now, I am not going out with you after a day of crawling around under that demolition model and that dolly frame you created for the sequence shots for the container fire!" She told him, pointing to the bathroom.

"Yeah, okay…" he said, dejectedly and she murmured 'men' under her breath as he strode off to the shower.

Angie was waiting downstairs, a bit on edge wondering what Rollie had planned when there was a knock on the door to the loft. Quieting Blue, she looked through the viewer monitor and saw the face of a man she didn' t recognize. He had brown, medium length hair, was clean-shaven, and wore a suit, a nice suit, she told herself as he suddenly looked up at the camera and smiled;

"Rollie? Angie? You there scrutinizing me on camera? Let me in- I won't bite!" he said as she listened to the audio. His voice sounded familiar but the face, had they worked with him in a movie?

"Sorry, but I have to ask, who are you?" Angie replied, talking into the speaker by the door.

Rollie had come down the stairs and was dressed in black slacks and the white round-necked cashmere sweater she had gotten him for Christmas. She knew how much he hated suits and the formal appearance of the sweater suited him and made him comfortable at the same time. He could see that Angie was looking at the surveillance monitor at the front door and came over as she waved at him.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing at man on the monitor.

Rollie squinted his eyes and frowned; "Dunno. Does he say he knows us?"

"Yep, call us Angie and Rollie. But then, we know that anyone could know that…"

"I'll go out and find out," Rollie said as Angie looked at him with a warning, "Don't worry. We've have none of that since Costa Rica now. I'm sure it's nothing."

Rollie opened the loft door, Angie standing back behind it as Rollie went out and stood with the man outside.

"Rollie, nice to see you again," the man said, his eyes, a hazel green, held a mischievous look.

"I'm sorry, but you have me at a disadvantage. I don't know who you are?" Rollie replied, smiling sheepishly.

"Well, that's just great. As much as we've been through together and this is the greeting I get!" he replied, shaking his head.

"Give me a clue, man. I am slightly in a hurry here," Rollie replied, looking at his watch and back through the door.

"Yeah, I guess you would be going out, say- your anniversary tonight…?" the stranger added, grinning.

"Okay, enough with the fun and games, who are you?" Rollie asked, a little terse with the game this stranger was pulling.

"Left me inside that cave…without the Avatar, without anything except my salvation. But it was worth it, Rollie. I haven't been in contact with anyone in the operations for over six months now. Freedom is a wonderful thing."

Rollie looked at the stranger, his height and build. The nose was finer, chiseled with perfection. The brow was not as overhung, the eyebrows smaller and lighter. The mouth was less full, the cleft in the chin new. The hair was lighter and longer but the voice and the words were remembered now.

Rollie's face showed his recognition as the stranger smiled and put his hand on Rollie's shoulder.

"Come in, bloody hell! Angie won't believe this!"

As Rollie escorted the man inside, Angie waited, standing there a bit nervous as the man that Rollie now felt comfortable with, stood near her, looking down at her and smiling.

He suddenly grabbed her and hugged her as she stiffened immediately in his arms, looking at Rollie with widened eyes. Rollie grinned and shook his head.

"Hey! Let me go!" she demanded, pushing him back as both men laughed.

"Same old Angie…never did like me, did you?" the man said and suddenly, Angie knew, as she put her hand to the back of her head. The lump was gone now but the memory was not. His face had changed but not the voice and the mannerisms.

"Like your hair longer, Angie and I must say, that dress is…wow!" he added as Angie blushed slightly but put her hands on her hips as Rollie came over and hugged her sideways.

"So Michael, what brings you to my doorstep?"