They were laying on the bed, one on each side, both contently looking at Bruce's bedroom ceiling. Amy with her hair wrapped in a towel and her body lost in another one of Bruce's shirt. Bruce was in his boxers. Amy reached for his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

"You ok?" she softly asked as she finally turned toward him.

"I'm good," he replied, still focused on the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" Amy asked continuing a soft tone.

She propped her head up on her hand. Bruce looked as if he was deep in thought. Amy grabbed his hand again with her other hand and kissed it. He hesitated to answer her. His thought processes were all over the map; his heart overflowed with joy, but his mind dwelled negatively.

He thought about the ridicule Amy was going to face for running out on her wedding. Things would be even worse if it got out that she was with him. Amy was no longer his superior, but the fact that they had been accused of impropriety in the past would be an issue. Bruce was convinced Amy's career would suffer and her reputation would be demolished.

Bruce was filled with fear and uncertainty. He didn't doubt his love for her, or her love for him; just the timing. The timing was so wrong. Then he realized the timing was only wrong in the eyes of other people, it was right for them. It was called a 'personal life' for a reason –it wasn't anybody else's business.

"You, me, us... our jobs, the future... everything concerning us being together."

"Tell me."

"Nothing to tell. Just reflecting on things."

"Good or bad things?"

"A little of both."

"You're not going to tell me are you?"

"Not now."

"In Maui?"

Bruce now turned to his side to face Amy. He had on a content expression that pleased Amy.

"Yeah. When do we leave?"

His answer made her really happy. Nothing could be that bad if he was still going to Maui with her. She sat up and started speaking excitedly. Bruce got a kick out of seeing her so happy.

"I need to call to make the necessary changes, but I think the flight was supposed to leave at 3. My bags are already packed and they should be at home, assuming someone checked the trunk of the limo. This is going to be great!"

She threw herself back on the bed.

"Well I need to pack and make arrangements for Rebecca. And I've got to get Donna to cover for me at work. Do you know her number?"

"Yeah. Let me call the airlines first to work everything out. I'd hate for you to make arrangements if I cant get the ticket changed."

"Why don't you try to get both tickets changed to Spain?" Bruce asked with a sly grin.

He acknowledged the sentiment she brought up prior to their shower. Amy melted. She didnt need Maui or Spain; she'd be happy in his apartment for the week. But it would be nice to feel free to go out together somewhere. She leaned in with her face and kissed him. Nothing but their lips touched.

"Stop or we'll never get out of here!" Bruce exclaimed with Amy still at his mouth.

"C'mon, there must be a room that we haven't serenaded yet," she playfully responded.

Bruce backed away from Amy.

"The only room left is Rebecca's and we're not going there," he retorted as he stood up and headed to his dresser.

"How about the dining table," Amy continued to jest as she got up and headed toward the dryer for her clothes.

"Wait, look the washer and dryer are about the same height as the counter," she chided him as she got her clothes out of the dryer.

Bruce was standing behind Amy as she stood up with her clothes in hand. He gave her a disapproving look that was obviously trying to cover a smirk. He only managed to get on a pair of pants before Amy's innuendo stopped his progression.

"If this is how it's going to be in Maui, we're gonna need some nutritional supplements. It doesn't seem like we'll even have time for meals at the pace your going."

Bruce grabbed Amy and lifted her on top of the dryer with her arms still holding her clothes. He gave her a mischievous grin and began kissing her as his hands held her hips. She was giggling as they kissed.

"I was just teasing. But supplements might be necessary. I cant get enough of you," she said she stayed on his lips.

She began to kiss him a little more. Bruce pulled her to him; she had him completely aroused again. Suddenly he pulled his face away. He was putting his wants before Amy's needs. She needed to go on this trip and the day was getting by them if they were going to go. He lowered his head and caught his breath then lifted his face again to speak.

"We really need to get moving if you still want to go. Its 11 now. If you keep your current itinerary, we need to leave for the airport in two hours," he said staring in her eyes.

Amy sat there holding her clothes still as a grin formed. She began to laugh.

"What?" Bruce asked, clueless at what Amy found so funny.

"You just got in CSO mode. It's cute. I've missed that."

Bruce rolled his eyes and eventually smiled.

"Flight at 3pm. –Do I need to call you 'Judge Gray' to get you moving?" he chuckled.

"No. But you move me when you call me baby" Amy replied coyly as she ran her hand down his chest.

He backed away. Her touch was addictive. He focused on the fun they'd have in Maui in order to restrain himself now.

"Ok, I'll call you baby once we get to Maui, but what do I call you to get your butt in gear now?" he asked rhetorically as he headed back to the bedroom to pack.

Amy hopped off of the dryer and followed him.

"How about Sweetie?... Or Honey?... Cupcake? Oooh, I got it –Pumpkin?"