*Cameron's POV*

I was waiting for Kirsten to finish getting ready, when I heard a door close in the back of her house. I ran my fingers through my hair, nervous for our first official date. At least we had gotten the awkward relationship conversation out of the way already today, so there was nothing left for us to do but have a nice time.

I had been looking down at the floor, another nervous habit. When I looked up, I was not prepared for the beautiful woman that was walking towards me. I'm sure that Camille lent her that dress, but it fit her perfectly and hugged her curves. Her hair was curled and framed her face. "You look," I started, searching for the right words... "absolutely stunning, Sunshine." I couldn't help it with that nickname. She really did look like sunshine, the way she radiated. It was almost as if she was in perfect focus, and the rest of the world fell away... unable to pale in comparison.

She walked closer to me, and my heart began to beat faster in my chest. She didn't stop until she was right in front of me. She gently placed her hand over my heart and my hands went instinctively around her waist. "And you look... very handsome, Boyfriend." The playful tone in her voice was captivating, intoxicating even. I wonder if she even knew the effect she was having on me.

"Hey love birds, do you mind?," Camille asked.

"Hmm?," I replied.

"You're kind of blocking the door." I could see Camille out of the corner of my eye, with her hands on her hips, impatiently waiting.

"Oh right." I pulled Kirsten a little closer to me. "You ready to go to dinner Princess?"

She nodded in response, and I reached for the front door while shifting my grip to the small of her back with the other hand.

"Have fun you two. And don't do anything I wouldn't do. Which isn't much," Camille said laughing, almost whispering the last few words. I could feel the redness creeping up on my cheeks. When I glanced at Kirsten, Camille had the same effect on her as well.

Kirsten didn't look back at Camille as she said, "Have a nice time with Linus tonight."

I led her to my car, already forgetting about Camille's blunt comment, that I'm sure she intended for us to hear. I opened the car door for her.

"Thank you." She smiled at me and caressed my arm, as she sat down in my car.

"Any time, Sweetheart." She raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything. I closed the door and went around to the driver's side.

"So..." she started, as I turned the ignition on. "Sweetheart, huh? That's a new one."

"Yeah," I said cautiously, glancing at her as I started driving.

"Well," she trailed off. My breathing hitched in my throat, suddenly panicking. She must have noticed my reaction. "Relax, I like it... Honey." She placed her hand above my knee, gently drawing circles there. I knew she meant for it to relax me, but it only made my heart beat faster. After a few minutes, her soothing touch did eventually calm me.

"So, I made us reservations for 7:30." I felt the need to fill the silence in the car, although it wasn't uncomfortable silence necessarily.

"That's so nice of you," she said. Her tone seemed genuine, unlike the numerous occasions where she faked sincerity on work cases. I've been starting to recognize the slight differences in her tone of voice. I couldn't think of a single instance... not since the Lisa Keller case, where she used her fake sincerity around me. It was comforting, to know that she was warming up to me.

"Yeah, well it's a relatively new restaurant. I'm actually surprised I got a reservation for tonight on such short notice." It helped that I could use the influence of my name to get a reservation, one of the benefits of having wealthy parents. But Kirsten didn't need to know that. Not that she would be one of those girls, ones that suddenly got more interested in me when they realized my family had money.

I placed my hand over top of hers, and drove the rest of the way in silence. I pulled up to the valet and waited for an attendant. My car's clock said 7:20pm, so we made it in plenty of time. I got out of the car quickly, and rushed around to get Kirsten's door. I offered her my hand, and I noticed that she reached out for mine before she even looked up. The gesture caused a warmth to spread across my chest, making me fall even harder for her. "You ready Cupcake?"

She grabbed her purse, and nodded in acknowledgment. She smiled warmly at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

The hostess greeted us immediately. "Good evening. How many?"

"Cameron Goodkin, reservation for two."

She skimmed through the notes, seemingly finding what she was looking for. "Ah yes. Right this way." She led us to a small table in the back corner of the restaurant. I requested a private intimate setting, and they delivered. She set the menus down, and excused herself.

I pulled out the chair for Kirsten, gesturing with my hands for her to sit. She gave me an odd look, but sat down. It wasn't until I sat that she spoke. "Cameron," she whispered. "This is a really fancy place. You didn't have to take me here." She looked more worried than anything. Maybe she had never been to a five star restaurant for a first date. If I was being honest with myself, this wasn't my usual move for a first date. Although this was Kirsten and nothing about her was usual, so I wanted a memorable first date.

"I know. But I wanted to." I comforted her by interlacing our fingers and lightly stroked her thumb with mine. She seemed to relax into my touch.

The waitress came up to our table, and introduced herself, although I wasn't really paying attention. I heard the tail end of the sentence. She had suggested a bottle of red wine. "Yeah, that would be great," I replied. She simply nodded and left.

"So, what were you thinking of ordering?," I inquired while leaning a little closer.

She browsed the menu, pointing at a selection. "The Chicken Parmesan. What about you?"

I carefully weighed the options, thinking about a filet mignon pasta dish. "I-" just as I was cut off by the waitress.

"Here are your drinks," she said, filling our wine glasses and setting the bottle on the table. "Were you ready to order, or did you need a few minutes?"

I caressed her hand again, giving her a questioning look. She just smiled in response, so I took that as a yes. I answered for the both of us. "We're ready. Ladies first," giving her a reassuring smile. She lightly blushed at the comment. One thing was for certain, I was falling harder by the minute with her.

We placed our orders, and the waitress said she would be right back with our salads.

We made comfortable small talk while we waited on the food. Kirsten admitted that she actually really liked Doctor Who, despite not watching much TV. I suggested several different series that we could watch- Torchwood, Firefly, and Sherlock. She laughed and said we should finish Doctor Who first.

The waitress brought us our salads, and I released her hand so we could eat, almost amazed that she didn't pull back earlier.

The conversation drifted to high school and college, which led to horror stories about college roommates. Kirsten lucked out because she always had a single dorm, although there was an underlying sorrow in her tone and I internally wondered if she had many friends before working for the Stitchers program. Rather than dwell on that possibility, I shared a story about my roommate Josh in freshman year at MIT. He constantly brought girls over with little regard to my studying, one night in particular during finals week. He thought I wasn't there (I was sleeping under the covers) and they were right in the middle of it when I woke up, realized what was going on and bolted out of the room. He usually had the decency to text me beforehand, but for some reason forgot that night. Kirsten said her first roommate was Camille, and shared the story of her drunken and very loud escapades with her opti-genetics TA. Apparently Camille had forgotten to close her bedroom door.

Our entrees arrived, and we continued to laugh and talk. I poured Kirsten another large glass of wine, and a small glass for myself to finish off the bottle. After all, I would be driving us home later.

She just gawked at me, her mouth open. "Why Doctor Goodkin, are you trying to get me drunk?," pointing out the visible differences in the amount that I had poured.

Suddenly embarrassed, I tried to explain. "No, it's just- just that I'll be driving later."

She giggled, and I figured out that she was joking. "Relax," she teased as she brushed my hand with hers.

The waitress dropped off the check, and I swiftly handed her my card, which warranted another glare from Kirsten. "Cameron, you didn't have to pay for me."

"But I wanted to," I replied with a devilish grin.

"But I asked you out, so I should pay," she asserted.

"Well...," I paused to think of a solution. "Then you'll just have to buy me dessert."

"So there's going to be dessert now," she joked.

"There's a frozen yogurt place around the corner, if you want." We were having such a good time, that I didn't even want to take her home afterward, but I would settle for dessert.

"I'd like that." She drank the last sip of her wine, and took my hand in hers. Maybe she didn't want the night to end just yet either.

The waitress promptly dropped off the receipt and my card. I filled out the tip amount and total, signing the bottom and placing my card back in my wallet. I quickly looked at my phone, 9:27pm. I was fairly certain that the frozen yogurt place closed at 10, so we still had time.

I offered her my hand and we left the restaurant.

"Lead the way, Sweetie," she said. The nickname seemed to roll off her tongue easily, and I couldn't contain my ear-to-ear grin. Now that I think about it, a smile had been plastered on my face for most of the day.

"Right this way, Love." I couldn't tell if it was the wine, or the nickname but a blush went up her neck to her cheeks. I think Love was going to be my new nickname of choice for her, with Princess being a close second.

Kirsten's phone chirped, interrupting our little moment. She checked it quickly and said, "Camille is staying over at Linus's tonight." Her smile fell a bit, and I felt the need to comfort her.

"You are always welcome at my place, you don't even have to ask." I pulled her in closer and placed a kiss in her hair.

"Thank you," she beamed.

We arrived at the frozen yogurt place, and I politely opened the door for her. I got my usual- chocolate with brownie bites, strawberries, and cake pieces. I glanced over at Kirsten's- cake batter with a ton of cake pieces (I think half the container was cake pieces), cheesecake, and chocolate covered pretzels. "You must like cake, huh?," I teased.

"What? It's good." She cut in front of me, handing the cashier her card before I could reach for mine.

We took the frozen yogurt to go, and went back to my place.

We sat on the couch, and she snuggled into my side. "So, what do you want to watch?," I asked handing her the remote. It was the polite thing to do, since we watched Doctor Who all afternoon. She browsed Netflix, and selected Star Trek Into Darkness.

"I haven't seen this one yet," she said.

"Huh, I wouldn't have pegged you for a Star Trek fan." Usually Linus and I pick the movies, so I guess I don't know what kind she liked. Although she never did complain about Robocop, Star Wars, Avengers, or Guardians of the Galaxy. She just gave me a curious look, and snuggled in closer.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Kirsten was fast asleep. I shifted my body so I was laying down a bit more, and she instinctively tightened her grip around my waist. All in all, I'd think it was a great first date.

"Cameron," I heard. "Cameron." I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me awake.

"Hmm?," I groaned.

"Cameron, the couch is uncomfortable." I opened my eyes, seeing an annoyed looking Kirsten very close to my face.

"What time is it?," I murmured, rubbing my eyes that were now dry from sleeping with contacts.

"Clock says 12:37am."

"Uh huh."

"Come on, bed." She tugged on my hand, pulling me with her off of the couch. She dragged me with her to my bedroom, and automatically started rifling through my drawers.

"You need something?," I asked.

"Nope, I'm good. Just finding something to wear to bed." I was about to help her, when she pulled out a plain tshirt and a pair of my boxers.

She unzipped her dress, and I nervously excused myself. "I'm just going to take out my contacts," as I quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants and went to my bathroom. I took a few minutes longer than necessary, to make sure she had enough time to change. I peeked out the door, and noticed Kirsten in my bed laying on her side. I slipped under the covers and hugged her into my chest. "Goodnight Love," I whispered into her ear.

She laced her fingers in mine and muttered, "Goodnight Sweetie."