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Sonny and Rico had been partners and friends, best friends, for just about 4 years now, since just before Crockett’s divorce from his first wife, Caroline. He remembered how devastated his partner had been when Caroline took their son Billy and left Miami. It had torn Sonny apart for that first little while. Since then Rico had watched Sonny go through a lot of women. He figured that Crockett would always play the field and never settle down - the forever playboy. Heaven only knew he looked and played the part - handsome, snappy dresser, fancy car, fast boat. But as he got to know his partner, he began to suspect that underneath the devil-may-care exterior, Sonny was desperately searching for someone to share his life with on a permanent basis, not just ‘lust with potential’, as he liked to say about a new conquest. But women who can deal with the realities of being married to an undercover vice cop are few and far between, as Rico very well knew. He had never been successful at finding one himself.
When Sonny first met Caitlin, she had swept him off his feet. It seemed they just met, and then bingo, Sonny was telling Rico they were getting married.
"It’s like a hurricane, Rico," his friend had told him that Sunday morning when they were getting ready for the wedding. Sonny was so excited he couldn’t even do up his cufflinks.
"You got that right," Rico remembered thinking to himself at the time. "I just hope you two are still in one piece after the wind dies down."
Rico had his doubts when he saw the first signs of Sonny falling head over heels for the lady, and then, a few days later, when his friend told him that they were getting married, Rico was really afraid - afraid that in falling so far into this fantasy, his partner and friend had not really considered the realities of life and the potential difficulties that could arise from a vice cop being married to a rock star. He figured it was just another fairytale that would end in heartache and self-doubt for Sonny, like so many of his relationships before. Sonny was so smitten, Rico feared, that if things didn’t work out this time, his friend might not be able to climb out of the deep hole he was burying himself in.
Rico wasn’t afraid for his friend anymore though. Sonny and Caitlin had only been married a few months, but they had gone through tests that some people never have to face in 20 years of marriage, and they had survived - no, more than survived. The trials had made their relationship stronger, if that were possible, and they were determined more than ever to make it work. He never saw Sonny so happy as when he was thinking about Caitlin, and he never saw him so miserable as when they were apart. He felt for Sonny when he had to cancel the New York trip, but now it looked like everything had worked out for the best.
Yeah, Rico was feeling good this morning - feeling good that his best friend seemed to be finally getting a fair shake in life.
While it was nice to think about Sonny being off for a few days on furlough, it was time for Rico to get back to the realities of his own life. The morning briefing would be kicking off in a few minutes - just enough time to grab a cup of coffee and head into the conference room with his fellow detectives, Stan Switek, Gina Calabrese and Trudy Joplin, to find out what goodies Marty had in store for them today.
With the Santangelo case finally under wraps, the OCB had a bit of breathing room. So when the DEA asked for some help on a case, Lieutenant Castillo had volunteered his people to give them a hand on a surveillance job. It would be any easy assignment. After the intensity of the last few weeks, Marty figured it would come as a welcome relief. He had invited Mike Sawyer from the DEA’s Miami office to fill them in on the case.
The DEA had received a tip from an informant that a boat carrying 150 kilos of cocaine would be making its way to Miami from the south sometime during the next few days. They had a good description of the boat, but they didn’t know the exact timetable or route, or where the drug-runners were planning to land their cargo. The DEA wanted to nab the smugglers on the way in and needed help running surveillance. They themselves would have surveillance boats out and planes patrolling from above, but the ocean was vast, and with no definitive route, there was a chance that one lone boat carrying contraband could easily be missed and sneak through undetected. This was the DEA’s case, and they would have plenty of their own people on hand. All the OCB crew had to do was help out with surveillance oceanside, and if they were close by when the craft was spotted, help out with the actual takedown.
Before he left, Sawyer provided the rest of information about the surveillance plans, the areas the OCB people would be covering and the boat they were looking for, and then Castillo handed out the assignments. Rico and Stan in the Scarab, the speedboat assigned to Crockett for his undercover role, would take the surveillance area just north of the Keys. Gina and Trudy would be in a cabin cruiser with Lieutenant Castillo in the area immediately next to them.
Rico was feeling even better than he had been when he came in this morning. This would be like paid R &R with a little bit of excitement thrown in for good measure.
"Don’t forget the sunscreen ladies," Stan called out as they headed out of the briefing room. This was going to be one plum assignment, he was thinking.
Hearing the shower in the small head at the bow of the boat, he pulled himself out of bed and headed in that direction. There wasn’t much room in the shower, or he’d have joined Caitlin. Instead he just poked his head inside the curtain. "Need your back washed darlin’?’ he asked with an impish grin on his face.
"Only if I get a kiss first," was the reply.
How could he refuse that offer. He reached in with his head and gently touched his lips to the back of her neck and shoulders.
"Okay Crockett," she said laughingly as she passed a bar of soap back over her shoulder. "Do your thing."
"Don’t I wish," he thought to himself. "I definitely have to put a bigger shower in here," he muttered under his breath.
He finished washing her back and headed back to the sleeping area, found a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and got himself dressed. By the time Caitlin had finished her shower and was dressed herself, he had breakfast well underway - eggs benedict: poached eggs on sliced back bacon sitting atop toasted English muffins, all drowned in a mountain of Hollandaise sauce. To drink - champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice.
Caitlin sat down at the table and found herself staring across the table at her lover’s handsome smiling face, feeling her heart brimming over with love for this man. She had told Sonny once that singing in the shower was not enough - that she needed to sing for people to make herself feel complete. But here in this peaceful idyllic setting, she couldn’t imagine life without him, and she wondered if that were really true any more. It was hard to imagine that they would soon have to return to the real world that kept them apart so much of the time. She decided to put it out of her mind for the time being. These few days were just for them, and she planned to make them just as special for him as he had made them for her.
"So what’s the plan for today?"
"I thought we might sail down to the Keys, and find a nice little cove on a deserted island to drop anchor."
"That sounds good - and then what?"
"Whatever you want darlin’."
Gazing into his eyes, she felt her emotions welling up. She reached across the table and, taking his hands in hers, she whispered those few words that summed up everything she was feeling deep inside. "I love you Sonny Crockett."
"I love you too Caitlin Davies."
Caitlin Davies. That was her maiden name. She had kept it for performing. To the public she was married to Sonny Burnett, a mysterious man with a questionable reputation. The deed to their house read Caitlin and Sonny Burnett - a necessary precaution to protect Sonny’s undercover identity. Even the copy of their marriage certificate on public record read Sonny Burnett. One day, she hoped, maybe they could be just Mr. And Mrs. James Sonny Crockett.
After they finished breakfast, Caitlin cleaned up while Sonny took his turn in the shower. In looking for places to stow things, she opened the cupboard where Sonny kept his gun and holster and police badge, ever ready, as usual, for the unexpected. She hated seeing them there - it was a reminder that every day she could get a phone call telling her that he was injured or even dead. But his job was his life and so much a part of what she loved about him - the drive, the passion to make this world a better place. But this time together was just for the two of them - no reminders of their careers or the responsibilities they entailed. She took the steel and leather pieces and the small fold-over wallet and stowed then away from sight, in a cupboard in the aft storage area, where they could stay until they had to return to the real world.
By the time Sonny finished his shower and was dressed again, everything inside the cabin was stowed and in order for sailing. They pulled the anchor and made ready to sail. The first time he had taken her out she had felt intimidated by power the wind had over the vessel. But Sonny had been patient and a good teacher. Now she loved sailing as much as he did, and as long as the wind wasn’t blowing a gale, she felt comfortable taking command herself.
Their heading took them past the south end of Key Biscayne, away from the shelter of the Intracoastal Waterway and the bar islands that protected so much of the Florida coastline. It was a perfect day for a sail on the gently rolling waves of the open ocean. The wind was warm and comfortable, enough to make for brisk sailing under full sail with no constant shifting of weight or heavy manoeuvring, and its direction out of the west was perfect for maximum speed without the need to tack back and forth. From time to time Caitlin took a turn at the wheel, guiding the white stallion over its ocean playground. When Sonny took the reins, she revelled in watching him. At times she just sat there, staring out over the vastness of the ocean, enjoying the beauty and freedom surrounding them, and wondered if this was truly heaven on earth.
That’s when she thought about what had been on her mind the last little while. Should she tell Sonny what she had been thinking. They had agreed to discuss their feelings, to hold nothing back, but what would happen if he didn’t feel the same way?
Would she feel hurt? - No, but disappointed maybe.
Would it hurt the relationship between them? - No, their relationship was strong.
Was the real reason that she was hesitant to broach the subject because she was afraid he might say yes? - That was what she had to decide for herself first.
It was early afternoon when they spotted the north end of the Keys, the lush green islands that dotted the waters off Florida’s southern coastline. They sailed for a while longer until they found an enchanting little cove on the sheltered side of one of the deserted islands - a piece of paradise, just the two of them in their own little world. Maybe this really was heaven on earth.
"Whew! I need a swim," Sonny remarked after he had the sailboat secured at its mooring. "Join me?"
"I don’t think so Sonny - maybe later," she replied.
He stripped off his clothes and grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her into the refreshing azure blue waters with him. They surfaced together.
"Crockett," she called out, pretending anger, "my clothes!"
"I told ya , you wouldn’t be needing them," he laughed back, taking hold of her in his arms and kissing her full on the lips.
Yes this was definitely paradise - if only it could last forever.
They played and pleasured each other throughout the rest of the afternoon. They talked and they laughed. They nibbled on the food he had brought along, and quenched their thirst with iced tea, cold drinks and beer. And they made love. And in that whole time, the only sign of life, other than themselves, were the seabirds soaring in the skies above and bobbing along on the water’s surface.
It was late afternoon when Sonny arose from the deep sleep of romance. Caitlin lay beside him, still asleep, her beautiful breasts gently rising and falling in time with her quiet restful breathing. He sat up and gazed upon her still sleeping body. God she was beautiful! He kissed her tenderly on the shoulder and whispered softly into her ear.
"I love you Caitlin Davies."
Then he covered her with a light cotton sheet, and lifting himself from the bed, he left her there resting peacefully. He pulled on a pair of shorts, and headed out into the galley. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he climbed up on deck to enjoy the warmth of the late afternoon sun. He sat down in the shade of the tarp they had rigged to provide cover from the burning heat of the sun’s rays. As he sat there, sipping his ice cold beer, he felt his heart aching with love for this woman. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found her, the woman of his dreams.
He missed Cait so much when she went on the road, and then when she came home, he was often working. His time was never his own. Undercover work was hard on any relationship, but combined with Cait’s career, it was hell. They had agreed to keep their careers separate, but their careers were keeping them apart. He had to avoid the publicity that was so much a part of her life. He knew that she didn’t like the publicity and the propaganda any more than he did, but it was a necessary evil in her line of work. Her singing meant so much to her. Sometimes, like now, he started thinking that maybe he should consider changing jobs. Maybe he should move on to something with more regular hours, something that didn’t control his life so much. Surely he had done his share to bring down the perps in society. Maybe he should see about doing something else, something like teaching at the academy. At least then he could control his hours and be there when her schedule gave her the chance to come home.
And then there was the other aspect of this marriage that he could only dream about. When Caroline had taken his son Billy away, it had cut him to the quick. It was one thing to lose his wife, but the loss of his son had burned. He knew it was for the best - he was never around and his job put their lives in jeopardy, but it had taken a long time to accept it. After Caroline left, he had avoided visiting them for years, blaming his work for not having the time to make the trip. But he knew it was really because he didn’t want to have to deal with leaving his son again. It had taken a near tragedy, his shooting of a young boy just about Billy’s age, to realise just how much his son really meant to him. They spent more time together now, and he treasured every moment of it.
And Cait - she and Billy had hit it off, right off the bat. It had surprised him when he told her about having a son and she replied that she wasn’t 'afraid of no kid’. She sure wasn’t. He had seen her at work in the studio with the group of kids who provided the back up to the song that had become her comeback hit single. She loved them and they loved her. But as much as he liked to dream about it, children just didn’t seem to fit in with the lifestyle of a performing rock star. Maybe someday, if she ever decided she wanted to slow things down things a bit, he’d talk to her about it. But things being as they were now, it just didn’t seem to be part of the reality of their lives.
As Sonny downed the last of beer, he noticed a large speed boat off in the distance. She looked sleek and fast - probably heading into Miami. He was a bit puzzled to see it turn abruptly and head in towards the cove. He wished they would just motor on past. A romantic getaway and company didn’t really get along well together, and besides, he didn’t want Cait to be disturbed by the roar of the speedboat’s engine. But, maybe they were in trouble and needed some help. He hoped that was all it was.