Hi! So it appears that I did update this! And hopefully will keep it up! And to all of those who may or may not have raged at me for never updating, well, sorry! I really am super sorry! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I really don't own these characters. Angst.

The car ride didn't necessarily have to be a long one, but Justin certainly made sure that it was. He took every back road he could possibly think to take on their way to Durango. It also took longer than necessary because he turned onto one gravel coated area to cut off his engine, lean over and kiss Cammie senseless. That blissful moment made both of them very happy. His tongue lightly brushed over hers, then retreated and cut the engine back on.

"More of that later," he whispered in a light, humorous, yet slightly hoarse, voice. He definitely couldn't wait for the later—and judging by the light in Cammie's dark eyes, neither could she.

"Waiting, waiting," she murmured with a forlorn sigh. But her lips turned up and he shifted into drive, smiling as well. One hand steady on the wheel—confidently taking care of the mountain turns—and one hand clasped over hers, he drove.

Deputy Justin Crowley was a rather well known man, around both Silverton and Durango—as well as many other local towns. People would say their hellos as he exited his vehicle and moved to the other side to help Cammie out. She frowned at him briefly, surely to scold him that she was a modern woman who could open doors and get out of a vehicle herself, but appeared to think twice about it and decide against it. They entered the restaurant with the ease of having been there multiple times before—mostly because they had, but he still wanted it to feel like it was their first time going there on a date. He smiled crookedly at her and held the door open for her upon entering, and let her sit first at the table. For some odd reason, he felt like it was a big, important night. But he didn't really know why.

"So, Justin," she began a little bit shyly, "what brought all this about?"

He sighed with mock-sadness. "Can I not just take out my lady-love for a night on the town?"

Cammie fixed him with a level gaze. "I'd take 'no' for a hundred, Alex," she replied smartly.

He clutched his chest briefly. "Oh, my heart, you hurt it so."

"I know it can take much more than that. You are, after all, a big strong policeman. A deputy, at that."

"Ah. But, you see, you control all my emotions." He reached out to brush a strand of long, dark hair from her face. "All because I love you."

She smiled. "I love you, too." She raised a hand to meet his. "Always."

"Forever," he whispered.

And then it was time to order.

Through that dinner Justin Crowley laughed and teased his 'lady-love', all the while leaning back in his chair and smiling all kinds of crooked at her. Cameryn Mahoney always smiled back, glad that life granted her these moments with him. After all, she of all people knew to be thankful to still be able to have those moments. And that was something that he knew all too well, seeing as he almost didn't get to share them either.

But that was a time that neither of them really liked to talk about, and could you really blame them? A crazy sociopath that almost killed both of them was a bit overbearing, but at least it made them appreciate more and more things. And in between moments of them eating and chatting, his hand rest so comfortably on her own, like it belonged there.

Which, in his opinion at the least, it did.

There was that ever so romantic candlelight that made his stomach sometimes feel like it was full of bubbly air and made him kind of nervous. He could tell by the slight glow in her eyes that she enjoyed the fact that he was kind of nervous. She was too.

That was something about their relationship he greatly enjoyed. They had been through hell and back, yet could still be kind of awkward and nervous with each other. And also with that, they were always still comfortable with each other. It was truly something great.

Dinner continued on, with them sharing a sundae as dessert, laughing when he smeared ice cream on her nose and her claiming retribution when she rubbed chocolate fudge all on his lower lip. For the briefest of moments, he glowered at her.

"You're very lucky," he said softly, leaning closer to her, "that we're in a public place otherwise I would make you lick it off."

"And I'm sure I would enjoy every moment of it," she shot back.

That got another crooked grin out of Justin, and after he paid the bill they strolled back outside, him slipping off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders. The April evening had brought with it a foreboding chill, and he paused for a moment to glance up at the stars.

"What are you expecting to find up there?" Cammie asked suddenly. "The answer to all your questions? The next move you should make on me?"

He glanced back down at her. "I don't need the stars to tell me what move to make on you. I know all that all by myself." To prove his point he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. His eyes darted around quickly, making sure that no one was around. He pressed her against the brick wall of the closest building and pressed his lips a little harder against hers.

"Justin," she murmured.

"Yes?"

Her eyes fluttered open for the briefest of moments, then shut again. "Never mind," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and balancing on the tips of her toes.

All in all, it was a pretty great moment.

He kissed her for he didn't know how long, then threaded his fingers with hers and swung their arms as they strolled about. It was back in his car that he made another move, slowly kissing her neck.

"I honestly don't see how I am so lucky to have you," he whispered against her skin. She sighed.

"I could say the same." Her hands buried in his too long hair and her dark gaze met his odd, blue-green one. She smiled. "What a pair we are."

He brushed his lips against hers. "Yeah. What a pair we are."

It was fairly dark in his car, but Justin's eyes grew accustomed to the dark and could easily make out movements and shapes among other things. He gently brushed his lips against hers over and over again, deciding not to try and push it like he had earlier. It was hard, but he could fight to contain himself. After all, she was so much younger than he.

She pulled back. "You're being all gentle on me again because you're thinking I'm so much younger than you again, aren't you?" she demanded.

"Damn. How is it that you always know?"

"Because you always do the same thing when you do. You hold back. I, personally, enjoy it a bit more when you get swept away," she said decidedly. He pressed a hand against her cheek, felt the heat that he knew was there with that confession.

"Swept away, hm?" He continued to graze his lips over hers, now doing it on purpose to drive her mad. Right when he was sure she was going to snap on him and let her Irish temper flare, he pressed closer, harder, against her. His hand cupped the back of her neck, and though they were seated in their respectful seats, he pulled her head up higher, making it easier for him. He ran his tongue along her lower lip once, twice—well, many more times than that—in a teasing manner. Then he pulled back, breathing much heavier.

"You," Cammie began, but never would finish whatever thought it was. He pressed his lips against hers again, moving much more roughly and probing deeper into her mouth with his tongue. He peeked out of one eye, then shut it again, enjoying the feel of her. One of her hands tugged in his hair; he cupped her face gently with his own. It was then, in that happy moment, that the interruption occurred.

Justin's phone rang, and he was tempted to ignore it. So he did. But then it rang again; whoever it was, they were a persistent son-of-a-bitch. He pulled back with a heavy sigh.

"Guess you'd better check that," Cameryn said with a light laugh.

Justin grumbled something unintelligible. When he glanced at the phone, he saw that it was Sheriff Jacobs. He answered, switching into deputy mode.

"Sorry, son. I know I gave you the night off. But it seems we've got a job to do," came the sheriff's voice through the speaker.

Justin opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted before he could.

"Oh," the Sheriff continued, "and you might want to bring Cammie with you.

And here you have it. I feel as though I may actually try to start updating this. I'm kind of rolling with it (like I do everything) so there's no guarantee what's gonna happen here, but I hope you stick by me and enjoy it! Thank you for all your support! Reviews (and all that other junk!) are greatly appreciated! Love you all!