"Here you go," said the old woman as she set down a glass of lemonade next to her husband.

Instead of acknowledging the service, he kept rocking in the wicker chair and watching his grandchild play on the front lawn with a reminiscent smile on his face.

She sat down in the matching wicker chair and followed his gaze, "James looks just like you."

Again the old man remained quiet and simply nodded at his wife's remark.

"You know-"

"Remember when we first kissed?" he interjected.

She relaxed in the chair, "I remember, " she began, "We were going in to get Ryan and Esposito."

"We were stuck ," he added.

"because of the guard,"

"and I came up with the plan,"

"to act drunk to distract him, but it didn't work so you kissed me," she finished.

"I kissed you," he repeated quietly, the memory of the evening playing across his face.

"Then," she said with a smile, her wrinkles creasing around her eyes, "I kissed you back."

"That's when I knew. I had liked you up until then, but when we kissed I knew that I loved you."

She smiled and reached her hand over to squeeze his. He looked back at her, with expectant, childlike eyes that didn't fit into his weathered face.

"What?" she laughingly asked.

"Your turn," she looked confused, "to tell me about how you felt after our first kiss," he clarified.

"Rick, " she sighed and shook her head, "when we kissed," she paused, "I don't know, I don't really remember, it was along time ago."

He gazed meaningfully into her eyes, vibrant blue meeting a stellar green; gems among their wrinkled complexions.

A sweet, small smile crept across her face and she started again, "I was surprised, I knew what I wanted, I wanted us to be together so badly. I was unsure when I kissed you back. I knew being with you would be fun, but you know how I feel. I didn't want be some conquest for you, another one of your women. I wanted us to have a relationship, where some evenings we could just talk and not have to worry about what we thought of each other. Friendship to romance seems like one of the most natural steps any couple makes, but it's the hardest and the biggest. And that's the way it was for us."

He didn't say anything else; he redirected his attention to his grandchild and called out to him. The three year old picked up his head and ran over to his grandfather. Rick grunted a bit as James crawled onto his lap, but became comfortable and took a sip of his lemonade.

Rick's blue eyes looked down into James' matching ones, an innocent yet playful expression came across his face as he requested a story from his grandfather.

Rick looked off into the distance and seemed to ponder for a minute, "Okay Jamie, how about how your grandmother and I fell in love. Your grandmother might tell it differently, but my version is the best," he promised

Kate laughed quietly to herself and got up to go into the house, leaving Rick and James alone on the porch.

"It all started one evening many years ago, it was moonlit evening, it began as a rescue and ended with a kiss."