Disclaimer: I own nothing but my cats, rabbit, chinchillas and fish.

Authors Note: H/C Just a short one that popped out of nowhere. Inspired by scenes in Deadzone.

Treasure

What would I do?

How could I tell her? I know what she wanted to me say. That I'd take care of her and Ray? That I would do. Go round the world with her? No. She didn't really want to know what I fantasise about; she wanted an admission of my feelings for her. She'd be disappointed anyway; she doesn't feature in the way she thinks.

I deflect the question. She persists.

Saved by the ring tone.

Later back on the beach alone I have time to rue it over.

She's right. I am always on guard. I owe this city everything, it raised me, it comforts me,it ismy joy...and my sorrow.

I have to be here in this city. Once I would have told you it's because Miami is my city to protect, my home, my life. Once I would have whole-heartedly meant it. But now I need to be here because she is here and I find for the first time this reason out weighs all others.

You see in a way she is Miami. Bilingual, sunny disposition, a dark side. Even the odd hurricane can't dampen her spirits. At full tilt with the sun in that golden hair she makes me breathless.

What would I do if I found treasure? In my mind I already have.