It was past midnight. Jamie sat in the kitchen with his laptop, combing through pawn shop websites. Earlier that evening, he had called Lena, asking about the pawn shop where her dad had sold her brooch years ago. Jamie had become determined to find this brooch for Eddie. He knew it meant a lot to the family. Besides, he liked tracking down clues, as if on a case.

Eddie emerged from the bedroom. "Jamie, what are you up to? It's pretty late," said Eddie, leaning over his shoulder to peak at his laptop.

"I asked your mom about the pawn shop where your dad sold that brooch," Jamie told her. "Do you want to go for a ride tomorrow and check it out? Maybe we can ask some questions, see what we can find out."

"Oh, I don't know, Jamie. It's really ok if we don't find that brooch," she insisted. She began to massage his back.

"Come on, it might be a fun trip anyway," said Jamie, enjoying the massage. "We could find a good restaurant in the area afterwards."

Eddie laughed. "Food! Now you've got my attention. But now," she said suggestively, nuzzling and kissing his neck. "It's time for bed."

Jamie and Eddie headed for the pawn shop in the morning. The shop didn't have the brooch and couldn't find record of who bought it. The best the manager could do was give them the name of an antique shop in New York City that had purchased several pieces of jewelry from them over the years.

"I hope this isn't turning out to be a wild goose chase, Reagan," said Eddie, as they headed to their next stop. Still, it was turning out to be a fun day together, and Eddie liked exploring antique shops. As they stepped foot into the shop, they were struck by the beautiful displays of jewelry, crystal and antique art. "Wow," she whispered to Jamie. "Fancy stuff here."

The shop manager approached Jamie and Eddie. "May I help you?"

"I'm Jamie Reagan. This is my wife, Eddie." Jamie started to feel a bit out of place in this shop. "We were looking around for a brooch that might have been obtained from Green Street Pawn Shop. It had yellow flowers and diamonds. Originally, it was her mother's, which is why we're interested in it. We thought by chance you might have it?"

The shop owner smiled. "I'm Zachary. Nice to meet you, Jamie and Eddie." He thought a bit. "We do obtain jewelry from that pawn shop from time to time. I'm not sure about the exact brooch you've described, but you're welcome to take a look," he said, leading them to a display case.

Eddie's eyes scanned a sparkling array of pendants, earrings and brooches in the case. After a few moments, a brooch caught her eye. "Jamie! That's it!" she said in disbelief, pointing to the brooch.

Jamie grinned, feeling as if he had just solved a big case.

"It's as beautiful as I remember it." she said, looking fondly at the brooch.

Zachary unlocked the display case and pulled out the brooch. "It was made by a European designer named Greenlee," he said, looking at the tag. "It's a beautiful piece, very high quality. It's appraised at $12,000. I would be willing to sell it to you for $10,000."

Jamie's jaw dropped. Ten thousand dollars! He would never be able to afford the brooch at that price tag, especially after the wedding.

"I had no idea it was worth so much," said Eddie, startled. "I should've been more careful with it! I think I wore it to a father-daughter dance in high school." She noticed the look on Jamie's face. "Hey," Eddie said gently. "This isn't something we should spend money on. It's just a brooch. It's the memory that counts, remember?"

Zachary spoke up. "Since it means so much to your family, I could come down to $9,000."

"No, you see, we're cops," Eddie explained, gesturing with her hands. "This is waaay out of our budget."

"Well, we appreciate the police and the good work you do," Zachary said with a nod. "Feel free to look around. I have another appointment soon."

"Jamie. I don't want this brooch. I really don't," Eddie assured him.

Jamie managed a smile. "I know. I love you for that," he said. "But I had really wanted to find this brooch for you."

Eddie looked him in the eye, squeezing his hand. "That means more to me than any brooch."

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a woman's voice. "Jamie? Is that you, Jamie Reagan?"

They turned. Eddie recognized her immediately. It was Jamie's ex-fiancée, Sydney.

"Sydney!" exclaimed Jamie. "Wow, it's been a long time. You look good." He immediately regretted complimenting her in front of Eddie.

"Thanks, you look good, too," said Sydney. She was wearing a stylish cream-colored suit, perfectly tailored to fit her petite figure. She turned to Eddie. "Hello, I'm Sydney."

"Hi, I'm Eddie." She wondered if she should have added, 'Jamie's wife.' It didn't matter. Sydney had noticed the wedding rings on their fingers.

"Eddie's my wife," offered Jamie.

"I didn't realize you were married now," said Sydney, looking straight at Jamie.

"Uh, yes. We got married in May." Jamie paused. "Why did you think I wasn't married?"

Sydney shrugged. "I heard from our college friends in the city. Heard you were still working for NYPD. And not married."

Eddie, a little puzzled at the direction of the conversation, chimed in. "He's a sergeant now. We were patrol partners. We didn't really date, but after four years, we got engaged!"

Sydney found it curious when Eddie said they hadn't really dated. "Well, congratulations," she managed politely. She turned back to Jamie. "What brings you to this shop?"

Jamie chuckled to himself. "You mean, why would I be at an expensive shop like this?"

"That's not what I meant," Sydney said.

"That's ok. Well, were just heading out," Jamie replied, wanting to avoid an explanation about their visit to the shop. He grabbed Eddie's hand. "It was good to see you, Syd."

Sydney nodded. "Nice to meet you," she said to Eddie. She couldn't help but notice how good they looked together. Jamie had been her first love. With a tinge of sadness, she watched Jamie turn around and walk away with his new wife.

Jamie and Eddie headed to lunch at a nearby Thai restaurant. Jamie had been quiet since they left the shop.

Eddie reached across the table for his hand. "You managed to find that brooch for me, which means the world to me. I would never want to spend that kind of money on a brooch! Just goes to show you how materialistic my parents were."

Jamie couldn't shake his disappointment. Especially since his former fiancée evidently could afford to shop for expensive things.

"What a morning, huh? Finding that brooch AND running into your ex-fiancée!" Eddie looked up from the menu. "So . . . how do you feel, running into Sydney like that? How long has it been since you've seen her?"

"Years. We parted ways, and we didn't keep in touch, Eddie," Jamie replied. "It's ancient history."

"She was wondering why we were in that shop," laughed Eddie. "We could have just told her . . . my dad sold off a bunch of our jewelry before he went to prison, and now we're trying to track the stuff down!"

"That would be the short version of the story." Smiling, he looked across the table at his wife. He loved Eddie's sense of humor. And her gorgeous smile.

"Yes, believe me, I know, it's much more complicated than that," Eddie nodded. "But seriously, if we had $10,000 lying around, after paying our bills, and working on your car, and building a new closet for my clothes, there's a lot of other things we could do with that kind of money."

"We do need more closet space," Jamie chuckled. He admired how much Eddie cared about people. She would go out of her way to help people in need when she could. And in their line of work, they ran into a lot of people in need. "I'm so lucky that you married me," he said, feeling grateful.

"Yes, you are lucky that I married you," Eddie replied with a big smile.