They resisted love, but love insisted.
He muttered to himself, not really intending for her to hear, "I could possibly fall in love with you."
With an amused twinkle in her eye, she replied, "You silly man, you already have."
He is a wealthy detective with a black belt. She is a brilliant executive with a law degree.
"How do you feel about me, Meredith?"
"You're the great detective," she said. "What do you deduce?"
In a cynical age, he embraces the role of hero, a chivalrous knight for modern times. She is his lady fair, his partner, adviser, and sometimes his rescuer.
Bart rested his chin lightly on the top of her head and smiled. "I deduce," he whispered, "That I am a lucky, lucky man."
In the days preceding the 9/11 attacks, they restore each other's faith in love, and dedicate themselves to fighting evil. They embark on a romantic adventure, chasing a murderer from Michigan to Venezuela while dodging suspicious police officers, FBI agents, and Venezuelan mobsters. During their return, their plane is diverted, and we get to hear the deductions of professionals as the biggest crime in recent history unfolds.
