AN: I know everyone is saying this is sooo slow, but please keep the timeline in mind. They've only been on vacation for 24 hours! I know some stories move faster, but that's just not this story or my style. Thanks!

EOEOEOEO

"I can't believe I fell asleep." Olivia said as she climbed back into the Jeep. With the voices of all of the people in the area, the sound of the waves and the cries of the birds, it wasn't exactly quiet.

"You can sleep in the cribs with people coming in and out." Elliot said, knowing exactly what she meant by her comment. He had fallen asleep too and was surprised when he'd woken up almost 45 minutes later. Olivia had just been stirring, and they had both looked at each other in surprise.

"The day is almost over." Olivia complained, fastening her seatbelt.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration." Elliot said. It was almost three, and the sun was starting its descent, but there was plenty of daylight left. "We've got plenty of daylight left." He started the Jeep. He glanced over at Olivia and saw what could be considered a small pout on her face. "Do you need a coffee?"

Olivia brushed her hair back from her face and let out a small laugh as she looked over at Elliot. "You know me so well." She glanced up at the sun again. "We'd have to go back to town though. We don't have time to backtrack."

"Where do we have to be?" Elliot put the Jeep in gear, backed out of the space and headed back in the direction of downtown. "This island isn't that big, and we have all week." He grinned at Olivia before turning his attention back to the road. "No schedules this week, remember? We can do whatever we want, whenever we want."

"You're right." Olivia settled into her seat. "No schedule. No calls." She let out a sigh. "My own private chauffeur." She teased. "I could get used to this."

"Your wish is my command." He shot back with a smile.

EOEOEOEO

They'd found a deli that was still open, and Olivia ordered a coffee for herself and for Elliot, along with a Monster Cookie for each of them. Sweets were a weakness of hers, and she mostly avoided them. But she had talked herself into the indulgence, citing a vacation without bounds. She was carefully balancing everything, but when she reached the Jeep, Elliot reached over and grabbed one of the coffees from her. "What's in the bag?"

"I bought you a treat."

"Yeah?" He grabbed the bag from her and peered inside. "My favorite."

Olivia climbed in, setting her coffee in the cupholder, and reaching for the bag. Elliot jerked the bag out of reach.

"What're ya doing?"

"One of those is for me."

"You said they were for me."

Olivia rolled her eyes and settled back in the seat. Elliot was really enjoying making a game of everything.

"That's two."

Olivia groaned. "We're not keeping track."

"We are." Elliot said, a big grin on his face. "And I think I said you get two a day." He leaned a little more closely, the bakery bag still clutched in his hand.

"Who said you get to make all the rules?"

"I don't get to make all the rules." Elliot responded. "But I did make the rule about eye rolling. And that's two. So…"

"So…what?" Olivia asked, raising one brow in question.

"So, now there are consequences."

Olivia rolled her eyes again purposefully. "Such as?" She was pretending to be annoyed, but much like before, she was loving this casual exchange between them.

"Well, since this is the first offense, we're going to let you off lightly." Elliot declared. He was making this up as he went along. "You can either give me your cookie, or…" He hesitated a second. "A kiss." He pointed to a spot on his cheek, letting her know he wasn't expecting a full-on kiss, but he saw she was surprised by the look on her face.

Olivia hadn't been anticipating those options, and the expression on Elliot's face told her he expected to get both cookies. She pressed her lips together and gave him a small smile. "Well, you know I can't forfeit my cookie." She unfastened her seatbelt and leaned over, grasping his chin lightly with her fingers. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, letting her lips linger against his skin for a few seconds longer than necessary. As she moved backwards, settling into her seat, she took advantage of his surprise and grabbed the bag of cookies. "Satisfied?" She gave him another smile as he sat frozen in place. "I thought so."

EOEOEOEO

Elliot swore he could still feel Olivia's lips against his skin, and it was almost three hours later. To say he'd been surprised would be a huge understatement. He wasn't complaining, but he certainly hadn't expected that, or the playful tone in her voice. She had obviously known exactly what she was doing…had enjoyed toying with him.

He loved it.

They hadn't even been on vacation for twenty-four hours, and it felt like they were different people. Or at least, how they interacted was different.

She was sitting across from him now, studying the menu. They had circled the island, stopping only once, and ended up back in town. They were both hungry and had decided they may as well have dinner before heading back to the cottage.

Olivia looked up and caught Elliot staring at her again.

"You got a little sunburned today." Elliot sensed the question in her eyes and blurted out the first excuse that came to mind.

Olivia smiled and raised a hand to her cheek, remembering the comment about her freckles. "That's okay. It was worth it." She picked up her beer and took a sip. "When I think back to this morning, when I was sitting on the porch and having coffee, it just seems like so long ago. It seems like this day has lasted forever, but for the first time in a long time, that's a good thing!"

Elliot couldn't disagree. They had certainly had their share of days that they thought would never end, but exhausting days on the job were a vastly different thing. "I hope all of our days here are like this." He lifted his glass in a mock toast and then took a big swig. "Are we going to get up early tomorrow and try to catch the sunrise on top of Cadillac mountain?"

"How about we catch the sunset instead?" Olivia suggested. "Grab a bottle of wine…" She could picture them watching the sun dip low on the horizon, stretched out on a blanket with a picnic between them. "Maybe we could bring dinner up there."

"I like your idea so much better than mine." Elliot found he was already looking forward to it…anticipating the shared experience."

Two hours later, dinner was done, their drinks were drained, and the conversation had dwindled. Despite their nap, they were both tired, and agreed to head back.

"Who knew that being on vacation and relaxing was so tiring?" Elliot pondered when Olivia commented on the fact that it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. They drove back to the cottage in silence, letting the peacefulness of the scenery wash over them. Elliot was driving cautiously again as night had fallen. He didn't want to run into anything on the road and ruin their day.

Olivia was shivering slightly from the cool night air, and she pulled her sweater more tightly around her. She knew she should have asked Elliot to put the top back on the Jeep, but it had seemed like a lot for a short drive. She was going to take a hot shower when she got back, put on her sweats, and curl up with a good book until she dozed off.

As she was thinking about how wonderful it would be to climb into bed, she remembered that they hadn't resolved the sleeping situation. It had simply escaped her mind as they'd whiled away their day. She was about to say something, but as they pulled into the driveway of the cottage, she noticed a light on inside. "I don't remember leaving a light on." Olivia whispered as the Jeep rolled to a stop. "Do you?"

"I don't know." He shook his head. "No. I made sure I turned off all the lights." He didn't feel that familiar dread nor was the hair standing up on the back of his neck, but he still moved quietly as he got out of the Jeep. "Stay here."

Olivia ignored him, itching to remind him that she had the same training as he did, but she held her tongue. They both stepped on to the porch from opposite sides, each peeking into the closest window at almost the exact same moment.

Elliot looked over at Olivia and shook his head, and she did the same. The ducked down and moved slowly to the door. They really had no choice but to punch in the key code, knowing the noise would certainly alert anyone inside. Elliot motioned for Olivia to switch positions with him, but she stubbornly refused, reaching for the keypad. Before he could stop her, she was punching in the numbers and pushing the door open. He pushed in right behind her, almost knocking her to the ground as he looked around the area. Olivia moved ahead and started down the hallway, and while he knew he should check out the kitchen, he didn't like the idea of her surprising an intruder without a weapon in her hand. He crowded her as they crept along the wall, and Olivia elbowed him lightly, signaling him to back off a little.

Elliot held his ground as she neared the doorway, feeling dread coiled in the pit of his stomach. He reminded himself that she knew what she was doing. Olivia peered around the doorframe, flooding the room with light as she flipped on the switch. He held his position at the door, keeping an eye on the bathroom and behind him and listening for any sound that would give away an intruder's position.

Olivia came out of the bedroom and pointed towards the bathroom, but she already knew there wouldn't be anyone inside. The house was too quiet, and she didn't have the sense that anyone else was there. She made a quick canvas and then they headed to the kitchen, but again, she wasn't expecting anyone. She stood in the middle of the room and turned around in a complete circle, looking back at Elliot in the doorway. She shrugged, but then saw Elliot glance over at the stairwell.

The upstairs was tricky, because there was no way to go up the stairs quietly, and you couldn't turn on the light until you were already up there. But if you were going to hide, it was the most logical place. Still, she hadn't heard a sound since they'd come into the cottage, and with all of the clutter upstairs, it was unlikely someone could be that quiet.

"Are you sure you didn't leave a light on?" Olivia whispered, feeling more ridiculous by the second. But Elliot was already on the bottom step. She moved a little closer, looking up into the darkness, but she held her ground, holding on to the railing just in case she needed to sprint up the stairs after him.

Elliot crouched down as much as he could when he neared the top, listening once again. He didn't hear a sound, but knew he just had to go for it. He rushed up the last stair and brushed his hand along the wall, finally connecting with the light switch. He knew it was for nothing though. If someone had been up there, they would have had ample time to jump at him. He scoured the space anywhere, seeing the same mess he'd seen the day before. His eyes landed on the single mattress, laying askew on top of other things, and he realized he'd completely forgotten to deal with that today.

"Anything up here?" Olivia had worked her way up the stairs and was standing so that her head just cleared the landing.

"Nah." Elliot said. "Maybe I did leave a light on." He felt like an idiot now, especially since his heart was still racing and he turned back towards the stairs. Olivia had already started back down, but he almost ran into her when she stopped.

"Oh my God." She said, staring into the dining room area.

"What?" Elliot said, trying to wedge his body without hitting his head.

Olivia let out a peal of laughter. "We're idiots."

Elliot stared at the back of her head. "What?"

Olivia dropped down to the next stair and another laugh erupted. "Look." She cleared the last stair with Elliot on her heels and headed towards the dining room table.

Elliot came up behind her and looked over her shoulder. There, sitting on the edge of the table, was what was clearly a home-made pie. It was wrapped in clear cling wrap, with a note taped to it.

Thought you might like a fresh blueberry pie. Mrs. made it this morning. Didn't want to leave it out for the deer.

Olivia peeled the note gently from the pie, being careful not to tear at the wrap. "Someone broke in and brought us a pie." She couldn't control her laughter. "We're ridiculous."

Elliot knew it was years of training and instinct that had made them act they way they did, but it was pretty funny. "Why don't we ever have cases like this in the city?"

He broke off and headed into the kitchen, opening cupboards until he found the plates.

"What're you doing?" Olivia asked.

Elliot walked back towards her, armed with the plates, a knife, and some forks. "Having dessert." He peeled the wrap back and start slicing into the pie. "Hey, why don't you look to see if our prowler happened to leave any ice cream in the freezer."