As you know, Ashleigh and P.J. met while P.J. was on call one fateful night at William Beaumont. Ashleigh was working in the ER that night trying to escape from a crazy patient's room ("cat bite lady") when this man in a white coat entered the room and introduced himself as a doctor, although Ashleigh had never seen him before. She took the welcome interruption to leave the room. Dr. Chandler had met up with her after and gave her a list of supplies he needed to open up their patient's wounds. She put the supplies in the room, only to have Dr. Chandler come back 20 minutes later and add to the list. Ashleigh's New England no nonsense soul cringed, but got him the supplies anyway. It wasn't until the third addition to the said list that Ashleigh pulled the list away, and told P.J. that he was at his quota and he needed to find someone else. Needless to say, they chatted all night about PR's and performance diets and went on their first date the following Tuesday.

Ashleigh and P.J. were on leave in Louisiana for P.J.'s rare vacation opportunity, and decided to spend some alone time in Florida for a few days for the Fourth of July. They sat at the beach all day, drank some beers, then decided to go to the board walk in Destin for fireworks and dinner. At the end of dinner, P.J. told Ashleigh, "let's go back to the hotel and we can go for a walk on the beach." Ashleigh, slightly suspicious, decided to pat down P.J.'s pocket once they got to the waters edge but didn't feel any ring. They walked along the shore and found a nice spot to stand in the sand and enjoy each other's company. Much to Ashleigh's surprise, P.J. got down on one knee and proposed. The ring was in the other pocket.