I can only publish part of this chapter here, because it's technically MA. I'll have to go find another site where I can post ALL of this chapter. PM me if you want the rest and we'll talk...So far, it's all up on the USAMB with no problems...All the usual disclaimers apply.

Chapter 11 – The Memories

"I'll have Trey Wainwright picked up first thing in the morning," Ross stated as he met the two detectives in the hall outside of the interrogation room.

"Just as long as we can keep Mr. Murphy on ice for a little while longer," said Eames as she headed towards the bullpen. It had been a long day and she was ready to head home and prop her feet up.

"We can keep him the usual 48 hours, but you need stronger evidence of Mr. Wainwright's involvement in all this, or Murphy goes it alone. Understand," Ross asked, looking pointedly at both of them.

"Understood, Captain," Goren replied crisply.

As the two detectives gathered their belongings from their desks and lockers, Eames looked over at Goren. "Hey, Bobby? Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you remember the other day when Logan mentioned the name Wainwright? You went all spacey on us there. What was that all about?" She accepted his helping her with her coat as she asked.

"Oh, that. I dated a very pretty girl with that last name." He sighed deeply and continued, a sad half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he answered her question. "She was beautiful: gorgeous smile, deep blue eyes and legs that went on for miles. We had a summer romance back when I was stationed in Germany. She broke up with me not long after she came back to the States to finish college. The whole bit about handling a long-distance relationship and not wanting to be married to someone in the military like her dad was."

"Whatever happened to her," Eames asked, pressing the button for the elevator. Something was niggling in the back of her mind and she listened very carefully for his answer.

"I'm not sure. I assume she graduated, she only had one year left, but I'm not sure where she ended up. Her grandparents lived here and she spent her summers here, but grew up all over the place since her dad was in the Army. Why?" He held the elevator doors open for her and followed her inside.

"Just curious. You seemed so, I don't know, happy with that memory. It's nice to see you happy, even if just for a little while."

The two detectives made their way down the elevator to the parking garage and headed to their vehicles.

"You wanna go grab a bite to eat," Eames asked Bobby as she opened the door to her car. "Chinese. I'm buying."

"No thanks," Goren said, holding up several bulging files. "I'm going straight home to leftovers from Sal's and these folders. I'm trying to do a better job of keeping up with my paperwork."

"Okay, then. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Eames," Bobby replied. He watched her drive off before slipping smoothly into his Malibu and heading for home.

As Bobby drove, his thoughts began to wander. Twenty-five years faded away in a rush of feelings and emotions and he was standing in the USO again, spit-shined and polished, holding a beer in his hand and falling in love with a smile. Next, he was dancing with a long-legged angel and drowning in the bluest eyes he thought he had ever seen in his young life.

Bobby had to chuckle as he remembered sitting next to her and laughing hysterically at the German-dubbed movie "Airplane!" with American subtitles. He remembered sneaking out of the office to meet her for lunch in Mannheim and group dating with her two girlfriends and their "flavors of the month" as Amy referred to the girls' ever-changing roster of dates. He even recalled the first time he met her parents, Patty and AJ, at their annual 4th of July bar-be-que.

As Bobby arrived at home, he remembered the last time he was with Amy in Germany, the night before she flew back to Texas. Amy, her two friends Kelly and Susan, her parents and he all went out for a final dinner at Amy's favorite restaurant in Heidelberg. Patty had brought her camera and had stopped a stranger on the street and asked him to take a group picture of them.

Bobby removed his jacked and tie and tossed them carelessly over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. He placed his badge and cell phone on the kitchen table and emptied his pockets. He moved into his bedroom and carefully placed his gun in the lockbox. Entering the closet, he kicked off his shoes and reached to the back of the high closet shelf and brought out a small box. Opening the box, he moved back into the living room and turned on the light. He carried the box into the kitchen where he poured himself a drink. He smiled as he stood at the counter and looked down at the pictures in the box. He pulled out the one on top; it was Amy behind the counter of the PX on post in Heidelberg. She hated that picture, but Bobby loved it. In the photo, Amy was looking annoyed and had her arm extended and her hand up as though to block her face from the picture. He thought she was beautiful.

He carried the box and his glass of scotch to the couch. Sitting down, he stretched his long legs out the length of the sofa and stuck a pillow behind his back. He carefully balanced the box on his lap and took a long sip of the scotch before placing his drink on the floor within arm's reach. As the warm liquid made its way down his throat, he pulled out more pictures and sighed deeply. They brought back such good memories; he smiled without realizing it as he flipped through the pictures and mementos. At the bottom was the picture he had remembered in the car. There they all were, after their final dinner that night. He and Amy were in the middle, AJ and Patty on the left and Susan and Kelly on the right. They were standing outside the restaurant they had just left. He tossed it on the coffee table next to him; that was the picture he wanted to show Eames in the morning.

As he began to place the photos and cards back in the box, one photo in particular caught his eye. It was Amy, sitting on a blanket with the mountains in the back and a clear blue sky above. Her eyes sparkled at him; the eyes of a young woman in love with the photographer. Time faded away as the memory of that location rushed back to him. The feelings overwhelmed him and he responded physically to the sensations that merely looking at that photo aroused within him. At first he was shocked by the strength of his reaction, but as he replayed the events of the day that led up to that place, that photo, that look in her eyes, he realized that he still felt strongly about her. He took another sip of scotch, laid his head back, closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember.

It had all started because he so desperately wanted to kiss her.

He had completely understood her reasons for not kissing early on in their relationship. She was still smarting from the break-up with her boyfriend of three years several months earlier. It had been a particularly painful experience for her that had left a very bad taste in her mouth and a very large hole in her heart. She had had no desire to allow herself to fall too fast, too soon, too quickly.

By the end of the summer, however, things were very different; at least they were for Bobby. Unbeknownst to Amy, Bobby had conspired with her parents, her friends, several soldiers and several local businesses to put together a scavenger hunt for her. The goal was to end up collecting all the necessary items for a picnic day up in the mountains and whisking her off to enjoy it. He smiled as he remembered how much fun he had had sneaking around all week setting everything up just so. The smile on her face when she entered the USO after finding the last clue told him it had all been worth the effort.

Bobby had shocked them both by wondering out loud what it was going to take for him to be able to kiss her. Likewise, Amy's reaction had surprised him; her slamming on the brakes to pull off the road and leap into his lap and kiss him was totally unexpected and out of character for her. The ensuing romantic encounter that followed shook them both to the core. The depth of her physical response to him was both a surprise and a delight, and had left Bobby hopeful for a more intimate relationship in the long run.

Amy had been unable to drive once she recovered from the fiery orgasm Bobby's caresses had given her, so Bobby took over in the driver's seat and continued heading up into the mountains.

"Wow," Amy breathed. She was grinning like an idiot and still lolling in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Amy answered back. She giggled; Bobby grinned even wider. Amy reached over and grabbed his hand while they drove. "Why didn't you just grab me and kiss me like that before now?"

"Like that? On your parents' front porch? I don't think that would have gone over very well," Bobby said, casting a sideways grin at her.

"Yeah; you're probably right. Dad would have found a way to dishonorably discharge your butt all the way back to pre-school if he'd seen you doing that to me on our front porch," Amy said, laughing at the thought of her Dad seeing what had just transpired between them. "I know he likes you and all, but I can't even handle the thought of Dad doing to Mom what you just did to me, much less them having sex."

"Only once, huh," Bobby asked her.

"What," Amy exclaimed. "Oh, I get it; only once."

They laughed.

The rest of their drive continued in much the same way, the two of them engaged in a playful banter that was now laced with innuendo and intimacy. Amy had taken to unconsciously drawing lazy circles on Bobby's leg with her soft fingers and he was afraid if they didn't get to his chosen spot soon, they would be pulling over to the shoulder of the road again, but for more than heavy petting this time.

The spot Bobby had chosen was gorgeous; a secluded glen with mountains in the background, several large trees for shade, and total isolation all around. He had even brought a camera, and Amy spent several minutes just taking pictures of the spectacular location.

Bobby unpacked the car and carried everything over to one of the larger trees. He began spreading the blanket out when Amy suddenly and quietly appeared at his side. In the unspoken language of two people who have become lovers, they spread out the blanket and laid out their lunch. Bobby reclined his long lean body along one edge of the blanket and rose up on one arm to face Amy. She sat across from him and began to fix him a sandwich.

"You are so beautiful," he said softly.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled softly as her cheeks blushed. Bobby reached out with his long arm and gently pushed her dark hair off her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. It was a move he had seen her do unconsciously and often, and it touched her that he noticed and moved her hair for her. His hand lingered for a moment on the back of her neck and their eyes met and held for a brief moment. Amy shrugged her shoulders slightly and looked back down at the sandwich she was preparing for him.

"What do you want on your sandwich," she had asked him.

"I'm not hungry," he replied huskily. Not for food anyway.

"Oh," was all Amy could say. "You'll need your strength." Bobby looked intently at her and raised one eyebrow in silent curiosity. Does she really know what she's saying?

Her eye contact suddenly became as equally intense as his, which only succeeded in stoking the flame stirring inside him even more. Does she have any idea what she is doing to me? How she is making me feel? If she doesn't stop, I won't be responsible for my actions….

Somehow Amy fixed herself a sandwich and both had eaten, although neither was aware of the taste of the food or the flavor of the drink. There had been no conversation; leastwise not the kind with words, for both had looked deeply into each others' eyes for most of the meal.

When they were done, they quickly and quietly packed up their supplies and moved them off the blanket.

Bobby returned to reclining on his side and Amy sat just out of arm's reach and faced him. Neither spoke. The air was heavy with sexual tension and the unspoken question that hung between them.

Finally, Amy spoke. "Thank you," she said.

Bobby raised one eyebrow and continued to look at her intently.

"For all this," she said, as she moved her arm, indicating the location, the day, the meal. "I still can't believe you did all this just for me. I don't really know what else to say."

Suddenly, Amy crawled forward towards him. He watched as she slinked slowly across the blanket, never taking her eyes off him, and placed a soft tender kiss on his lips. She pulled back and met his gaze. Slowly she leaned in again, placing her lips once more on his. This time she lingered. Bobby willed himself to stay calm as Amy pulled her legs up underneath herself and pressed her lips more firmly against his. Amy sighed sweetly when he opened his lips and allowed her to deepen their kiss. God give me strength, Bobby prayed.

When Amy pulled back and smiled into his eyes, Bobby thought he had died and gone to heaven. It took every last ounce of his strength not to flip her over and rip her clothes off right then and there. Remember, he said to himself, that's not the kind of experience she needs to have with you. She needs tenderness; a gentle lover, not a selfish jerk.

She began raining kisses along his jaw line, slowly making her way towards his ear. When she began laving his ear with her tongue, Bobby felt an explosion in the pit of his stomach like he'd never had before; he groaned. She giggled wickedly and kept slowly moving her tongue around on his ear. She opened her mouth and carefully placed it over his earlobe. When her mouth closed over the sensitive flesh and she scraped her teeth and pulled, sucking the tender lobe as she did, Bobby moaned louder. He was stunned by the depth of his reaction to her, and he fought back the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her again.

Amy placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto the blanket; she lowered her body on top of his and noticed his arousal. "Did I do that," she said innocently, although the look in her eyes told Bobby she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He decided at that point that he would simply lay back and enjoy the moment.

He had chosen to wear a light-weight cotton button-down shirt and chino shorts, and as Amy started slowly unbuttoning each button and kissing his exposed skin as she made her way down his chest, he was thankful he hadn't opted for a t-shirt. Half-way down his chest, Amy raised her head. She caught his gaze intently and slid her hands into his shirt and across his pectoral muscles. She smiled in satisfaction as she felt his nipples harden and heard his sudden sharp intake of breath.

"Amy," he moaned. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

"Shhhh," she replied, touching his lips softly with her finger. She smiled seductively at him as she gently tugged his shirt free from the waistband of his shorts. Amy could tell he was on a short fuse, and she delighted in the power she now held over him. She held his gaze with that same smile as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it open and lowered her mouth to his now bare skin. Amy began raining kisses across his chest and made her way slowly down to his navel, where she ran her tongue around its edge in slow lazy circles before flicking it in and out and finally nipping at the lower rim. Bobby cried out as his back arched and his body bucked at the sensations she was sending through his body. He'd had other lovers before, but none had ever made him feel like this.

Amy slowly pulled herself up along his chest to stare down into his smoldering eyes. She held his gaze for a moment before lowering her mouth to his for a long soul-searing kiss. Bobby reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her firmly and returning her kiss just as fervently. He was on fire and nearly out of control, but he gently pushed Amy up by her shoulders and looked her in the eye.

"Do you want this," he asked her.

She nodded.

"Are you sure? I mean, really sure? Things will never go back to the way they were before; you realize that, don't you?"

She looked at him with an intensity that amazed him and nodded again. She shifted and slid off to sit next to him on the blanket. "I'm not a virgin, Bobby. I'm totally aware of what's going on and what will change. I'd've never gotten out of the car earlier if I didn't want this. And if you don't hurry up and kiss me agai-mmmph..."

Much later, after both were completely satisfied from the most amazing coupling they had ever experienced, after they had caught their breath, Bobby lifted his head, propped himself on his left elbow and smiled down at her. "What's wrong," he asked, as he noticed the tear running down her right cheek. "Did I hurt you?"

Amy shook her head. "No," she said with a catch in her throat. "I—it's just…well, I wish we'd done this a lot sooner, is all. I mean, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll see you again, and that was so wonderful…." Her voice faded off as she began crying in earnest.

"Oh, Baby, it's alright," Bobby told her gently. He moved completely off her and shifted to fit her into the curve of his shoulder. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted his face to hers. "I'll see you at Christmas."

"I know….but….oh, Bobby! I'm gonna miss you so much." Amy buried her face in his shoulder and cried.

Bobby remembered how helpless he had felt in those few moments. Finally Amy had sat up, smiling at him as she wiped away her tears. "I'm a mess," she had said with a half-laugh.

"I think you look beautiful," he told her as he gently brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"We should be going, shouldn't we?"

Bobby looked at his watch. "Yeah, we should. We need to get back and get cleaned up for dinner with your parents and Susan and Kelly."

They moved in silence as they cleaned each other up as best they could and re-dressed. Bobby then picked up the camera and asked if he could take her picture.