A/N: These are short scenes, starring Casey and Jason/ Clint. The plot is mine, all others belong to their authors. I have no beta, so please excuse me mistakes.


Not so smart casual.

When Casey's call ended again to Walsh's voicemail, she had enough. Whether Walsh had Beaumont in his bed or not, Casey sought out the key from her keychain and after opened the door she stepped into the dark diner.

"Walsh?" She called her partner in the diner's side, but when she received no reply, she passed the long table and was going to knock on the doorway of man's lodging, when she heard singing from the bathroom.

"Hey hey hey

It's a beautiful day and I can't stop

myself from smiling..."

Casey stood still and listened for a moment the man's gruff and mellow voice, which reiterated Michael Bubble's song.

"Walsh?" She finally cut in him, stepping behind the bathroom door.

"Mm?" Walsh asked over the voice of the shower and didn't sound surprised at all.

"Are you there alone?" Casey asked.

"Yes. You want to join in?"

An image of a naked Walsh in the shower filled Casey's mind, but she managed to laugh wryly: "Ha-ha. Funny man, you think you are," and she walked away from the door.

"The sergeant called. There is a body on Circle Line's pier. Patrol is waiting for us there. Coffee before going?" She suggested and tried to get in her thoughts something else than water dripping man's body.

"If that's all what you have to offer," Walsh replied.

"Yes, that's all," Casey said back and went to make coffee.

As the coffee maker made its role, Casey read the SMS, which had just come from her dressmaker.

"Your dress is ready," the short message said.

Casey sent a thank you - message to the dressmaker, and told him that she would pick up the dress during the next day. Then she poured a cup of coffee and shouted to Walsh who, judging by the voices had shifted out of the shower to get dressed: "Get weaving! Or do you want that case goes to someone else? Like Eddie Alvarez."

Walsh didn't answer to her anything, but after a while he came into the diner side, wearing dark, military-style clothing.

"Wow, a new outfit," Casey uttered, after she had for a while stared at Walsh's strange appearance. "But I don't think that's smart casual enough for our work."

"I'm not coming to work," Walsh replied shortly, took Casey's cup and drank it empty.

"Oh," Casey stated and leaned on the countertop, crossing her arms over her chest. "Then where are you going? Jason Bourne - theme party?" She guessed but got no answer, because the black SUV that drove in front of the diner took Walsh's attention.

"Friend of yours?" Casey asked hesitatingly.

"Yep. Got to go" Walsh replied and walked to the outdoor.

"Walsh," Casey said in a serious tone and as she saw her partner to stop, she continued: "Don't think you get from this so easily."

"No fear," Walsh answered and glanced at her, grinning in small ways. But then he became serious, urged Casey to be careful and stepped out the door.

"You too," Casey uttered, watching how her partner sat down in the car and drove away.