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Once again, CSI is not my idea, it's CBS and I don't try to pretend otherwise.

Idiot.

Jim was in his room, but he was far from getting ready to settle down for the night. His mind wouldn't let him rest.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Stripping down for bed, not really caring where the clothes fell, he caught a glimpse in the mirror.

She trusts you, and you're taking advantage of it. What were you thinking?

That's just it, he thought. I wasn't thinking.

It seemed like all the stars aligned in perfect order: the glow from the fire made her face shine, sitting so close to her, then the look in her eyes when she thanked him. There was something more than friendship. Her lips were so soft, yielding to his kiss. It was there that he realized why he brought her to Cancun. All the times of playful banter, the breakfasts together after a tough case, he saw it all pointed to that moment by her side. He loved her. The thought startled him.

To say that Catherine had been through a lot would be the understatement of the century. Eddie's death, Sam's murder, it was the icing on the cake that was her life. After what she had been through, he was there to be that shoulder to cry on and wipe those tears. He wanted to whisk her away, like a knight in shining armor rescuing the fair damsel.

Buddy, have you looked at yourself lately? Sir Lancelot you ain't. Who said she needed rescuing?

Looking in the mirror, he had to agree. He kept himself fit, but the mirror still wouldn't hide his stocky torso, covered in graying hair. Looking at the scars on his body reminded Jim of why he took that chance in kissing Catherine. Life is short. He couldn't pussy-foot around with his feelings anymore. She was his friend, but he wanted so much more.

So when she's at her weakest you lay one on her? Classy Brass, you are a gem among men.

Stop, he thought. She might not have kissed me back, but she didn't pull away from me either. He didn't want to take advantage of her, and he wouldn't push, no matter how much he wanted to. Catherine was worth the wait.

Looking around at the room, he started picking up his clothes and putting them away. Grabbing the brochure on the desk, he sat down and started planning the day. Making a couple of calls to the front desk, he felt rested enough to go to bed. Sleep came surprising quick.

The phone only had to ring once and Jim was up, getting ready for the day. He packed a small bag for the day. Mateo told him that the shuttle would be leaving for the park at 8. He ordered room service last night for the food to come at 7, giving them plenty of time to get ready for their day.

A knock on the door announced that the food was here. Jim opened the door for the server to roll in the cart. He gave man a generous tip for being on time and started setting up the dining table on the veranda. The ocean view was fantastic; it would be a great back drop to breakfast. Jim took a quick peek at the food before waking Catherine: a fruit platter filled with pineapple, mango, melon and other fruits he didn't recognize, but it looked good; a pastry tray with freshly made doughnuts, bagels and fresh sourdough bread; the hot tray had two omelets that made Jim's mouth water at the sight. Too much food probably, but it all looked good and they were going to need the extra food for all that they were going to do today.

Leaving the veranda, he went to Catherine's door and knocked. Catherine opened right away, surprising him, already dressed in a light blue tank top peeking out a gauzy white button down camp shirt, paired with khaki shorts that showed off her legs beautifully.

"Good morning"

She sniffed the air and looked over his shoulder, "Smells good. How much time do we have?"

"The shuttle leaves at 8, we've got an hour." Jim escorted Catherine to the veranda and held out her chair.

"Jim, if you keep doing this, you're going to spoil me. I'm going to forget how to sit in a chair by myself!"

"Relax," Jim pushed in her chair as she sat down. "Can't a guy be a gentleman without all the sarcasm?"

She laughed. "I could definitely get used to this kind of treatment."

He took his seat across from the small table. Lifting the covers to the plates, she looked over the spread with appreciation. They soon started to dig in to the food before them. The omelets were delicious, and the fruit was perfectly ripe and ready to eat.

Their talk was light, just like any other breakfast they have had in the past.

"Where are we going today?" Catherine asked as she wiped the corners of her mouth. She pushed herself away from the table and gave her full attention to Jim.

"I figured you needed a little bit of a break from the sun, for now," Jim said. "There's an ecological park not too far from here. I looked through the brochures last night and I thought we could check it out."

"I never thought you were a 'save the planet' sort of guy, Jim." Catherine was teasing him now, "What are we going to do there?"

Jim got up from the table. "Do you need to every little thing? Can't I surprise you at all?"

Catherine got up from the table as well, walking to where Jim was at until they were face to face. "You did a pretty good job at surprising me last night."

Calm. I must remain calm.

She was so close to him.

She smells so good.

Stop it, he thought. It took everything that he had not to kiss her. The ball was in her court, he would wait until then. She touched his face gently, caressing his cheek.

"I'm a man of mystery," Jim waggled his eyebrows.

"You sure are," Catherine agreed. "I feel like I'm being wooed."

Jim extended his arm for her to take, which she did, and walked her into the living room. He had to know.

"Are you too much of a 'modern woman' that you can't be wooed Ms. Willows?"

Catherine stopped walking, causing Jim to stop as well. "You know, I don't think that I have ever been wooed before. Is that what you are doing?"

He smiled. "You mean to tell me that after all these years….. Never mind. Let me take you to your chariot madam, and be prepared to be schooled on the art of wooing."