A/N: I promise I'll update this periodically. In fact, I'm basically done with the second chapter, so I'll have it up extremely soon. But first you have to figure out what this story's about.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMMY!"
I grinned. Casey, Marissa, Holly, Dot, and Billy had all gotten together to throw me a surprise party. It was so sweet that I was beyond words. Need a little background? Okay. Casey and I are married and we're still super close with the entire gang. Casey's a high-profile lawyer and I investigate crime scenes. Yes, yes, like CSI, but only legitimately. None of that TV crap. This is my reality. I have a badge and everything. But right now, I wanted to enjoy my delicious and cute surprise party.
"Thank you guys so much! You have no idea how much I love you."
Marissa gave me a huge hug.
"It isn't every day your best friend turns 25," she said.
"Jeez, Sammy," Billy joked, "you're practically middle aged! We need to start on that bucket list. Skydiving, anyone?"
"How about no Billy" was what my friends agreed on as an answer, except for me of course, who high fived him. Some people are just no fun when it comes to skydiving. For the party, Casey went out and bought balloons and streamers, along with a humongous cake meant for 20 people. HAHA. My group ate every bite in 10 minutes tops. What pigs we are. We played Guitar Hero like little kids and sang Happy Birthday at the top of our lungs. Finally, at about 3 am, when everyone was gone and the night had winded down, Casey and I started to chat about work and stuff.
"So what happened to the guy you recently convicted? What was the verdict on that?"
"Oh, Parcher? I won the case, but he...- never mind."
"What? Casey, come on."
"I don't want to worry you on your birthday."
"Worry me? Oh please. Seriously, Case, what is it?"
"Parcher's missing from jail. He was being transferred to another location when an associate cut Parcher out of grasp. They both got away; only one security camera recorded it."
Shoot. I was the one who got Parcher's fingerprints off the scene. There was an article about it published in the Santa Martina Chronicle, giving me the credits to his capture. If there was any way he saw that article, I was screwed.
I must have paled, because Casey calmed me down.
"Sammy, he has no idea where we live. He doesn't even know what you look like. You're fine. I won't let anything bad happen to you."
"I know. Thanks. I guess this came as sort of a shock all at once. Come on, let's go to bed. I'm exhausted and I feel at LEAST 10 pounds heavier because of that amazing cake. It was the best I've ever had, by the way."
"Don't thank me. Thank Whole Foods."
"THANK YOU O WISE WHOLE FOODS FOR CRAFTING THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER. AND THANK YOU TO CASEY ACOSTA, THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD FOR GETTING EVERYTHING SET UP."
After our neighbors yelled at us to shut up, as we were often reminded, Casey and I drifted off to sleep.

DUN DUN DUNNN. There's a storm coming. But I'm not telling whaaaat! I suggested this to ImmaStartARiot a while ago, but then I felt selfish for making her do all my ideas, bc her stories are just SO EPICALLY AMAZING all by themselves, so I decided to do that story with a couple of twists since I HAVE AN ACCOUNT NOW. Yay. So yep, enjoy this. Tell me if you like it so far. Tell me if you hate it. Tell me what you had for breakfast this morning. Mwah! Tata for now.