Brydie woke the next morning, opening her eyes slowly, half hoping she was home but also that she was still in Magnum PI. As her vision cleared, she saw two dobermans asleep on her bed, and she knew she was still in her show.

She took a deep breath and got up, relieved to find a bathroom in her room where she could shower. She didn't have anything to tame her curls so she had to hope for the best, but she did find a dress she slipped on before waking the dogs and heading downstairs.

Brydie reached the bottom of the stairs and saw Higgins at his desk in the study. She stepped into his office, made her way around his desk, sitting on the desk beside him.

Higgins looked up, surprised he wasn't annoyed by her behavior, "Did you sleep alright?" he asked, attempting not to notice her dress had inched up her legs, further then designed for.

Brydie nodded with a small smile, "I did. Thank you for letting the dogs stay with me," she shared, "I've always had dobermans around, and they made me feel more comfortable. Seeing them triggered, at least, that memory from my life."

"They do offer quite the comfort," he replied, "Is there anywhere you would like to go today that may trigger other memories? I can put aside my work here and assist you," he offered, his eyes glued to his paperwork.

Brydie noticed he wasn't looking at her, "I, honestly, would like to do nothing today. My brain needs a break," she answered, gaining a nod from him. "Mr. Higgins, why won't you look at me?" she asked.

Higgins shook his head, "You can call me Higgins, no need for the Mr," he began, "Your dress is revealing more then you may have intended, and I would not want to make you feel uncomfortable," he changed the subject, "Is there anything you would like to do on the estate? I can join you, if you would like."

Brydie glanced down at her dress, noticing it had inched up on her thigh, she fixed it. "Sorry about that, I hadn't realized. I'm not used to men begin so chivalrous, most would inch it up higher," she looked at his stack of papers, "Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, knowing Jonathan Higgins never asked for help and always did all his work.

He glanced up at her, now that her clothes were more appropriate, "No thank you, that's quite alright. Would you like a tour of the grounds or, perhaps, a walk on the beach?"

Brydie grinned, "Why Higgins, it sounds like you may be asking me on a date? Whatever it is, general niceness or something more, I would love to join you on the beach," she answered, catching a look in his eye she couldn't name.

He put down his papers, and pushed back his seat to stand up, "I wouldn't presume a young, beautiful woman, like yourself would go on a date with me. I have made that mistake before," he explained, "Shall we?" he gestured for her to follow him.

She did, but racked her brain for an episode of the show that would explain his feelings, then it hit her. He had a relationship with the woman Magnum kept trying to steal, and she was using him. Brydie stayed silent until they reached the beach.

"Higgins," she began as her feet felt the sand and she could see the ocean waves moving in, "I wouldn't be so quick to assume I wouldn't want to go on a date with you. Actually, if you must know, there are many more things I would like to do with you beyond a simple date," she dared to say aloud, watching as his cheeks turned red.

"You barely know me," he replied, "I am older then you, and not the type of man a woman like you would go after. You do not have to say things like that to boost my ego. I understand my place in the world."

Brydie reached for his wrist, stopping him as she turned to face him, "You are not giving yourself the credit you deserve," she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. "You are handsome, kind, and intelligent." She leaned forward and placed her lips where her hand had been, stepping back just a quickly as they continued to walk in silence.