A/N-The Cryptkeeper Five are a real band from-you guessed it-New Jersey, and they're really good, I suggest them to anyone, but aside from that, enjoy this.

The sound of gently snoring woke him up and he turned to see her lying next to him. She had wrapped her arms around him and he didn't move, he didn't want to wake her. He was too busy enjoying the feeling of her pressed against him,. She looked so calm and peaceful sound asleep, compared to the usual tumultuous look that she ad when awake.

He brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, tucking it gently behind her ear before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, listening to the soothing sound of the waves. She stirred slightly before opening her eyes. He smiled at her as she came to consciousness. "Morning." He said as she smiled back.

"Mmm." She groaned contentedly as she stretched, pleasantly surprising him when her arm returned to it's position around his back. "I love the beach."

"This is a rare confession, but you were right." He admitted.

"About what?"

"It is easy to fall asleep on the beach." She grinned.

"It's not often I get to hear you tell me I was right."

"Don't get used to it." He told her with a false hint of malice.

"Oh, but it's something that would be so nice to get used to."

"Tough." He grinned and she laughed.

"You know, I've been thinking."

"So I've heard Someone get the Globe reporters down here." She smacked his back with the arm that was around his waist.

"I was trying to think of what'd I'd be if I wasn't an ME." He raised an eyebrow.

"And what'd you come up with?"

"Dead, from sheer exhaustion." she stared at the slowly arriving people, rather than at him.

"I doubt that." He told her halfheartedly, and she shook her head.

"You were there, I almost did die from sheer exhaustion. I thought I had what I wanted, but it turned out I didn't. Seems what I think I want is the thing that's the worst for me." She moved closer to him, seeking comfort. "What about you?" She asked, changing the subject. "What would you be if you weren't an ME?" He shrugged.

"I was originally a music major, but switched to get a deferment. I hated working on most people-trauma and surgery were the only other things I liked, trauma more than anything, cause you had to be on your toes, thinking three steps ahead of where you were. But if it wasn't for me switching majors my senior year I'd probably be the stereotypical butt of the joke."

"What joke?" She questioned.

"What do you call someone who hangs out with musicians?" She shrugged. "A drummer." She laughed.

"You know, I've never heard you play, you really should sometime. Just think, we can get Nigel, or Lilly, or Bug to play bass and we'd have our own little band. "

"What would we be, The Undertakers?" She grinned.

"If we get all three of them we could be the Cryptkeeper Five, like the band from that Misfit's tune Monster Mash." He laughed.

"Right, and our first album would be Love Songs from the Mourge."

"Well, we could do a great cover of I Used to Love Her." They were both laughing as they carried on.

"And the DA's office would have a fit if all of us left to go on tour."

"I can see the headlines now. 'Dead bodies pile up while Massachusetts's coroners take off on their US tour." There were tears in her eyes from laughing so hard, and they were drawing funny looks from those that walked by, but they didn't care. "I don't know what I'd do without you Gar," She told him as the laughs subsided, "You and your strange sense of humor can cheer me up whenever. I'd be lost without that." He grinned.

She didn't know how much her words really meant to him, how much he treasured them, the sound of her clear laugh when he knew that he was the one that made it show. She didn't know how much it meant for her to tell him that he was important to her, that he meant something to her. "I don't know about lost, but you would be wallowing in self pity, wondering what went wrong having a mid life crisis and age 30." She grinned.

"You're right about that age, you're overdue for yours." He shook his head.

"Are you implying that I'm old?" He teased her.

"No, just due."

"Well there are times I have been tempted to steal Nigel's bike, run halfway across the country and try to join some old rock band that's trying and failing to make a comeback." She laughed again.

He suddenly felt himself become aware of just how close they were to each other, of the soft scent of lavender and salt water coming off of her body, and he knew that he was staring at her lips. She was so close, he'd only have to dip his head down to kiss her, but as he started to, she suddenly pulled away. "Look, I'm going to go grab some groceries, there's nothing in that place, you want anything in particular?" She said standing up.

"Jordan-" He called after her retreating form.

"I'll be back later." She called, throwing her towel over her shoulder as she walked back. He knew she wanted to be alone, and took his time folding his towel before heading back. By the time he reached the house, her car was already gone.