A few days passed, Brydie was still in Hawaii with Magnum having no leads, as she said. Higgins had been hard to pin down after her interaction with him on the beach, but she wasn't one to give up. If she was somehow stuck in this show, or time, or whatever was going on, she wasn't going to waste this opportunity to live out a dream of hers. Higgins just needed some convincing.

Brydie walked through the estate until she came across Higgins on the patio with Agatha, causing her blood to boil, irrationally as it may be.

She stepped out onto the stone surface, making her way to the table where they sat, before taking a seat next to Higgins, "I've been looking all over for you," she said, with an innocent smile, placing her hand on his thigh while making eye contact with Agatha.

"Brydie," Higgins began, "Was there something you needed?" he asked, attempting to ignore the feelings inside him from her hand placement.

She gave him a confused look, "You haven't spoken to me since the day on the beach. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she apologized, "I just wanted you to know what a catch you are. Don't sell yourself short."

"Jonathan, who is this?" Agatha interrupted, at the same moment Brydie inched her hand up further on his thigh.

"Agatha," he kept control of his voice, "This is Brydie Walsh, she showed up here a couple days back with no memory of how she got here. Thomas and I are trying to help her," he explained.

Brydie shot Agatha a look, "That's why I'm out here, Higgins. I think I have an idea and I was hoping you'd help me, unless you're busy," she softened her voice, part of her disgusted with her own behavior, snaking her hand up high enough to feel her effect on him.

Jonathan looked at Brydie, his eyes wondering what she was up to, but then he spoke, "No, Agatha and I can arrange the event details later." He turned to Agatha, "Will you be alright to walk yourself out?"

Agatha nodded, but Brydie could see the hurt in her eyes adding to her crappy feeling, before she stood and disappeared, leaving Higgins and Brydie alone.

"What are you getting at?" he asked, his eyes darting down to his lap.

Brydie laughed, "I think it's pretty obvious," she gave a slight squeeze with her hand, "And, I think you feel the same way, so, why are we wasting time avoiding it? Did we just meet? Yeah. Is this a little bit crazy? It's a lot crazy, but it feels so right," she confessed, aware of how fast she was taking this, but if she could appear here in the blink of an eye then she could leave too, and she didn't want to miss her chance.

He looked into her eyes, wanting to say yes, but also worried about how this would end. She didn't know who she was, and her attempts at being with him could be part of her condition. "I don't feel you're in the correct state of mind for this," he began but she stopped him by placing her finger to his lips.

"I am not out of my mind," she corrected him, "Just because I don't have my memories doesn't mean I don't know what I want. I know I love the dobermans because they trigger that in me. When I look at you," she paused, inhaling, "I know that I want you. We don't have to go have sex like I was suggesting, but can we at least have dinner?"

"You were trying to have me make love to you, when we haven't had a date or a kiss?" Higgins asked, his face showing his surprise.

Brydie grinned with a nod, "I thought that was pretty obvious unless you thought my goal was to leave you frustrated," she glanced down, causing Higgins to blush.

"I would like to take you to dinner at the club tonight," he replied, "If you'll excuse me, I have some things to do before we leave," he began to stand.

Brydie smiled, shaking her head, "How about we jump ahead just a little so I don't feel bad for what I've started? Follow me," she joined him standing, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the den where she gestured for him to sit.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, his tone so even you had to listen to hear the confusion.

Brydie didn't reply as she moved underneath his desk, getting on her knees, before she moved her hands up his thighs to undo his 'jungle pants' as she'd always called them.

Higgins was uncomfortable but also anticipating her next move, inching his chair closer to her. Brydie grinned, again, as she released him from his confines, grasping him in her hand first, stroking slowly to tease him a little.

She heard his breathing change just before she moved forward, pulling him into her mouth, smiling as she heard him gasp. Brydie began moving her mouth up and down until she heard Magnum's voice. She could only imagine what his face looked like, but she continued, slowing her pace in hopes that Thomas would leave before he finished.

Higgins spoke to Magnum as if nothing was different in the room causing Brydie to be amazed by him even more. She heard footsteps as Magnum turned to leave, and in that same moment, she felt him coming in her mouth, a small moan escaping his lips from above.

Brydie put him back together before she moved from underneath his desk, "So, what time should I be ready for dinner?" she inquired, his facial expression causing her to smile.

"I will pick you up, at your room," Higgins began, his looks to her more tender then they'd been before, "At seven. There are clothes in your room, pick something dressy." Brydie nodded and turned to leave the den and prepare for their date, even if she had skipped a few steps in the dating game.