AN: This is in a different time. Amy doesn't live with her mother. Neither Amy or Bruce have children, but both were married and then divorced. Amy still had many failed relationships, and in this case, so did Bruce.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters associated with JUDGING AMY and since everyone and their mother has used this whole "Bramy" (o, how I hate when people meld the names together) idea, I guess I don't own that either.

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I saw her sitting there. Tears streaming down her face. All I could think of was that I needed to comfort her. I quietly walked over to her. Slowly, I lifted up her chin. Even tear stained, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. I sat down next to her on the floor. Gently, I put my arm around her to comfort her. It was all I could think of. She placed her head on my shoulder and just continued crying until she fell asleep. She was just lying there in my arms for hours. They seemed like less than a minute.

Her eyes fluttered open. It took her a second to remember where she was. A smile crept across her face.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"Just a few hours," I told her.

She sat up a little and placed her head on my chest. "Mmmmm, your heartbeat is so soothing," she said. She looked up at me with her chocolate-brown eyes filled with..... love? lust? Not Amy, not Judge Gray. She didn't have those feelings for me, did she? Before I could even respond, she pulled me down into a passionate kiss. At first, I wasn't sure what was going on. I had never told her how I felt about her. Never told her that I loved her. And yet, there we were, kissing on the floor of her apartment. But then, I stopped fighting it. As she pulled away, she suddenly began to realize what had just happened.

"oh, god, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Shhh, " I placed my finger to her lips. Starring deeply into her eyes, I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her back into a deep, passionate kiss. As I pulled her away, she had this serene look about her. Her eyes were still closed and she had the most beautiful smile. I knew she was 'the one,' the one I'd spend the rest of my life with. I hadn't felt that with my ex, but I felt it with Amy. I KNEW with Amy.

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It was then that I snapped back to reality.

"Bruce, are you OK?" Amy had honest concern in her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. I was getting distracted again....

"Yea, yea, I'm fine." Her face told me that she didn't believe me. "Really, I'm fine. Come on, you gotta head to work."

"So do you," she smiled that cute smile. Ever since I had quit my job as her CSO, things had been great. She had kept her job, I had gotten another in a different city. It wasn't a short commute, but it was far enough so that I took a decent amount of time getting home.

Home. OUR home. The one we shared. The one filled with our memories. Not hers and Michael's, not hers and Stu's, not hers and David's. DAVID. That name made my blood boil. He had never been there for her. Never made her feel loved. But then again, I owed my new life to that man. If he had never been such an asshole, Amy wouldn't have needed someone to console her. She never would have needed me. Maybe he wasn't a total pain after all. I chuckled to myself.

"You sure you're OK? You're laughing to yourself..... again." She gave me that look. The look of what-is-going-through-your-mind? that she loved to give me.

"Just thinking. Ok, I really gotta head to work. I'm going to be late. It's not as easy when I worked for you. You understood why I was late." She gave me that crooked smile of hers. Quickly, I pecked her on the cheek, grabbed my briefcase, and headed to the car.