Hi there! Green here! I figured I'll try my hand at a fanfic for Cammie and Justin-but I am planning on going somewhere with it! Probably. It might have some mystery in it (as in crime, baby, crime) or just fluff. Depends on how I feel.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Alane Ferguson does. (Lucky. After all, Justin is my perfect man I do believe!)

Deputy Justin Crowley was seated in his desk chair in the office he shared with the sheriff. Ignoring the fact that everything was miniaturized—something Cameryn had pointed out many a time—he ran his hands over the stack of paperwork he was assigned to do. Now that wasn't miniaturized, he thought to himself. It was then that he heard the cheerful whistling that was going on in the room. He cautiously raised his head for fear of something being wrong.

"Deputy," Sheriff Jacobs began, still whistling. He was even smiling widely. "I believe that today I'll take care of all the paperwork."

Justin was stunned. Not once in the many months of his service as deputy to the town of Silverton had the good sheriff offered to do his share of the paperwork as well. He wasn't quite sure how to react at first.
"Don't look at me like that, Deputy," Jacobs growled. "It might make me want to reconsider my offer."

"Yes, sir," Justin said quickly. "But may I ask why you're offering all of a sudden?"
"Well, your face wasn't all that delighted and I know for a fact you were wanting to take Cammie out tonight." Jacobs was still smiling.
Deputy Crowley broke out into his crooked grin. "Thank you, sir," he said quickly and graciously. "I think I'm gonna go surprise her right now then."
The sheriff nodded at him. "Go enjoy your night. Just make sure you're responsible."
"Always am," Justin said back. He gathered his wallet and keys from his desktop and waved good-bye to the sheriff. He made his way outside of the office and to his car. Turning the key in the ignition, he buckled in. He raked a hand through his dark, too long hair. He smiled at his reflection in his rear-view mirror, then backed out of his parking place. He made his way through Silverton, crappy dirt roads and all. He went up the mountain roads that would lead him to the Mahoney home. He didn't honk the horn or anything to announce his presence. He stopped the car, popped a mint into his mouth, and exited his vehicle. He trudged up the pathway that led to the front door of the house. It was a nice April afternoon, late enough in the day that it was beginning to cool down. Up the mountain where the Mahoneys lived, there was a pleasant and chilling breeze. He knocked on the door. After a couple of moments, Cameryn Mahoney opened the door.
"Justin!" she exclaimed, obviously surprised. "I thought you were going to have to do paperwork tonight."
"Jacobs offered to do it—how could I deny the man?" He shrugged and stared down at her, drinking in the sight of her. Cammie's long, dark hair was down, falling very close to her hips whenever she tilted her head back to look up at him. He smiled slowly, crookedly.
Cammie blushed. "Oh, um, would you like to come inside?" she asked.
"I'd love to," he replied. She opened the screened door and gestured him inside. He walked past her, brushing against her as he did so. Her mammaw was bustling about in the kitchen as he took a seat at the table.
"What are you making, ma'am?" he asked Cammie's mammaw politely.
"I am icing some sugar cookies," she replied, he Irish lilt softening her words. "They're just like the ones I made for Saint Valentine's Day, just not shaped like hearts and such."
Justin grinned at the older woman. She had icing on her hands and a speck of flour on her cheeks. "Well I know for a fact that they're delicious," he said.
Mammaw smiled at him. "Would you like one, Deputy?" she asked.
"I'd love one," he replied.
"I'll ice one for you, too, Cammie," she said softly. Then she bustled about, most likely icing two of the cookies.
"So the sheriff offered to do your work?" Cameryn asked.
"Yep." He nodded.
"Why? I mean, it's just very strange of him."
"He heard that I was hoping to take you out tonight and he was in a good mood," Justin told her.
"Oh," she murmured. "You want to take me out tonight?"
"Only if it's okay with you and your folks," he said back.
"Mammaw?" Her dark eyes looked hopeful.
"I'm all right with you being with him tonight, girl," the older woman said. "Just as long as you two stay safe and eat these cookies right now." She placed a plate with two baked delights on it on the table in front of them.
"Thank you," Justin said.
"Thank you, Mammaw," Cameryn told her. After taking a bite out of the cookie, she said, "Dad's out with Judge Amy Green tonight, so that should be no problem. Mammaw, will you tell Dad where I'll be tonight?"
"Yes, girl, I'll break the news to Patrick," was the lilting reply. Justin grinned crookedly as he bit into his cookie, blue-green eyes flashing with pleasure.
"Then it's a go," he said softly. Cammie nodded enthusiastically while finishing her cookie.
"If you don't mind me," she began, "I'm going to go get dressed in something that isn't meant for mountain climbing or something like that." She stood and left the table, climbing up the stairs.
Actually, Justin didn't mind her flannel top and ragged jeans attire, but he understood that she would rather be wearing something that appeared decent while going to dinner with him. He knew that she would come down those stairs in jeans, sneakers, and a button up top, but he also knew that she would feel better in fresh clean clothes before going out. He loved her for all that.
He finished his cookie and wasn't surprised when she came down in exactly what he knew she would. He easily read the expression on her face: it was one of complete and utter happiness.

"You ready?" she asked as she stopped in front of his chair. He slowly smiled at her.

"I am," he said. He reached up to brush a strand of long, curly hair out of her face with one calloused finger. Her mammaw watched, but for some reason he didn't mind. He covered one of her hands with his own rough one and stood. He held the door open for her as they exited the house with promises to her mammaw that they wouldn't stay out too late.

"So, where are you planning to take me?" Her dark eyes looked up at him expectantly as he walked her to his car.

"Well, Durango does offer a better selection for dinner," Justin answered slowly. "I thought maybe we could head up there."

Cammie smiled. "That sounds like a good plan to me." Once they were both inside the vehicle, he turned to face her.

"So how have you been?" he asked in a low voice. Their breath mixed in the close space they were in.

"Fine," was her answer. She was leaning in while he was leaning down. Their lips met for a brief moment, soft and sweet. Then he pulled back.

"Let's continue that somewhere that your mammaw can't see us," he said softly. She nodded. He stroked her cheek, moved his finger down along her jaw, and stopped at the base of her throat. "Let's definitely continue that," he murmured.

"We can and will if you start driving," she said lightly. He buckled in with a grin and started driving down the mountain and then in town. He kept one hand rested lightly on the steering wheel and one hand on her own in her lap. Every so often he would squeeze it tightly, in a way afraid to let go.

Justin didn't think he would ever stop being afraid to let go after her so many near-death incidences. He just held tighter and drove carefully.

And here it is. Hope y'all liked it. Please review and nonesuch. Thanks, and I love y'all! (But I love Justin the mostest!)