Here's part two of Jim and Catherine's day at the park.

I make no money by writing about these guys, but I love it anyway. CSI rocks and belong to CBS by right, but they're mine in my heart. Sigh

To say that Jim was on top of the world would have been the understatement of the century. As he and Catherine sipped their drinks he couldn't believe his good fortune. Any doubts about last night were rested on a 45 minute trip down a lazy river.

The cabana where they were at shaded them from the heat of the day. They wanted to kick back and relax before exploring anywhere else. He made sure that he got a guide that had the times of the shows so they wouldn't miss anything and they sat together, leaning over the guide planning the rest of their day.

"I really want to check out the boat ride if it's not too far from here," Catherine said as she looked at the map.

"That'll be fine with me, I wanted to see the atrium and that is in between here and the boats." Jim was surprised at how natural it felt, sitting there with her. They were so at ease with each other. Before they came to the park he was worried that he crossed the line with her by kissing her last night.

Well, you could say that his mind was at ease now.

Sitting close together, they made a pretty picture: his arm resting on the back of her chair, her left hand on his thigh as they talked. It was so natural; he wondered why he didn't see this coming. How could such a wonderful woman been under his nose all this time and he never acted until now?

Finishing their drinks, they got their things together and started walking to the atrium. There was so much to see at the park, it was hard to catch it all. Butterfly gardens were everywhere; it would have been Gil's dream come true. He took out his camera and got some shots of different butterflies for Grissom and got some sneak shots of Catherine for himself.

Catherine gave him a look, "Tourist."

Jim smiled, "Just wait, we haven't got our hats yet."

She rolled her eyes as they walked up to the kiosk. All matter of hats was there: bright colorful ball caps, visors and the accursed straw hats. Jim found one that Grissom would have been proud to wear, which really isn't saying that much, and Catherine stuck with a visor that had the park's name in bold colors.

"You know you want this hat," Jim teased as he put his hat on his head. "I look good don't I?"

"If I didn't see just you take it from here, I would have sworn it came from Grissom's closet." Catherine was smiling as she said it, putting on her visor for Jim to see.

Is there anything she doesn't look good in?

"What can I say Catherine, we mature men have a more refined taste," Jim said as he drew her to himself.

"I don't know whether to feel flattered, or think I'm on par to a bottle of vino," she teased as she placed a quick peck on his cheek.

"You are my Pinot Noir."

"At least I'm not the wine in a box."

They both laughed as they held each other. He leaned over and gave her a kiss.

Hey now, public displays of affection! Save it for later.

Sorry, he thought, couldn't help myself. It seemed like the rest of the day went in a blur. The raft ride was spectacular. Birds and lizards of all colors and sizes roamed free in the park. The colors dazzled the eyes. The animal and Mayan exhibits were outstanding, it was almost impossible for Catherine to tear Jim away. Jim always loved history, and many of the exhibits were done in the timeframe of the Mayans. He was fascinated by the reenactment of daily life. Time seemed to fly by, before they knew it, they had to hurry to the main pavilion for the sunset performance.

The theatre where they were going was enormous. The red clay amphitheater was designed in the same architecture of the park. As they came near drumbeats resonated in the air, along with a melody of bells and conch shells. They had pretty good seats for the show, Jim made sure of that. They were to have dinner while the show went on.

The air smelt of incense and a group of men in priestly garb entered the side of the arena. A choir of children in Mayan costume followed behind him.

Catherine sat close to Jim as they watched everything transpire. "This is amazing Jim. Look at those children! They are so adorable."

"It says in the guide that they are going to sing songs of that time," Jim remarked. "It looks like it's going to be good."

All throughout the singing, Jim couldn't help but look at Catherine. The sun was setting slowly, and her face was radiating warmth. She was in awe of the children's songs. He would have thought one of her kids was up there, her smile was so big. He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. She looked at him, kissed him gently, and then returned to watching the show.

The great thing about the park was that it merged two of Jim's favorite things: history and sports. He loved all sports, though he was particularly fond of hockey. He was delighted at the sports displayed as they ate their meal.

The ball court was large. On the walls were large stone rings. As they watched, they saw that the only way to score a point was to pass the ball through the ring by bouncing the ball on the walls using only the hips.

Jim leaned over to talk to Catherine quietly, "Did you know that in these games the loser loses more than the game at the end?"

"Really?"

"The tradition was the loser would be offered up as a sacrifice to the gods," he whispered. "Brings a whole new light of 'sore loser' doesn't it?"

Catherine made a face, "Yikes."

After the game the sun had completely set, they saw that candles were starting to be lit; one by one, members of the audience were lighting their candles to each other, passing on the flame. When it got to Jim he had to make a joke as he lit Catherine's candle.

"Come on baby light me fire," he crooned.

"Jim, what are you doing?"

"Try to set the night on fire," he would have kept going, but she put her hand on his mouth. "Do I sing that badly?"

"No you are just that corny. Here we are candlelight, incense burning, half naked men running around; a totally romantic scene, and you want to sing a Doors tune?" She joked and gave him another kiss.

I could totally get used to this.

"Hey, if I keep getting that kind of response, I might be inclined to sing some more," he whispered in her ear.

"Not now, later. Please no more singing until we get back, deal?"

"You just want to look at the half naked men."

"True. It's not often that you see so many and it isn't Chippendales."

He sighed in mock resignation as she put her head on his shoulder and turned to the arena. Holding their candles, they finished watching the performance.

I could really get used to this, He thought to himself, on a more permanent basis.

But would she feel the same?

You know, I'm getting really tired of you coming in and disturbing me, he thought to himself. All the signs are there, she's not shy about her affections now. Why wouldn't it work?

Who's to say that this isn't just a fling? To requote an old phrase "What goes on outside of Vegas, stays outside of Vegas."

You know, this whole "listen to your conscience" thing sucks, he thought. If you aren't going to root for me, who is?

I'm for the underdog as much you are, but you can't be falling this fast man. Don't lose your head and repeat mistakes that you should have learned from by now.

She's not Rebecca. Not even close.

True, but she's a woman, that's close enough.

You know what, he thought, shut up. It's bad enough that I'm listening, but this whole conversation with me is going to land me in the psyche ward. Just leave me alone for once.

You ain't going to get rid of me that easy. I gotta live with you. Just don't rush into this any faster than you already are. Deal?

Fair enough.

Oh, and tell her how you feel. And get this out on the table with her before trying to score, please.

I am not looking to do that anytime soon.

Good, at least you're thinking with your brain.

He was so deep in his thoughts; he didn't realize the performance was over. Catherine looked at Jim, "You ok?"

"Oh yeah, just a little tired."

"How about we head back then?" She got her bag and helped pull him up from his chair. "You can serenade me when we get back." They started walking towards the front entrance to get on the shuttle.

He smiled. "You are amazing, you know that?"

"Sir, you haven't seen anything yet."