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A/N: Here is the promised JC story. Sorry it's a little later than I said. I don't know what's with me and making John worry about Casey recently...it's just so cute! And there are so many Elliot saving Olivia stories, so I feel the need to add JC to the mix. I hope you like this one!
John Munch inserted his key into the lock, peering up at the pinkish evening sky that was threatening snow. He did not care either way if it did snow, but his fiancée loved it, and anything that made her happy was fine with him.
He had not seen her for almost four days as the result of the avalanche of cases that the sixteenth precinct had been dealing with. She also had been flooded with work, as was often the case. Sometimes it became nearly impossible to find time to spend together, but they did their very best. Neither could stand being away from the other for too long.
As John entered the apartment, he was surprised to find it completely dark. "Casey?" he called curiously, wondering if she had just fallen asleep reading or something. There was no reply so he went to her room and looked in. She was not there.
"Casey!" he said again, going back into the living room. It was then that he saw a piece of white paper on the coffee table. He grabbed it and sat down on the couch to read it, turning on the lamp in the process.
Hey babe,
I went running. Back soon! I miss you!
Love, Casey
John stared at the familiar handwriting for a second, rolling his eyes. Only Casey would go running in near freezing temperatures when it was probably going to snow. He was sure that was the reason she went in the first place; if there had not been the possibility of snow, she probably would have stayed in.
He did not begrudge her the run, even thought he was dying to see her. He and the rest of the detectives ran all day, chasing down perps. When she was busy with cases, Casey hardly got to go outside at all. She deserved to expend some energy, even in the middle of winter.
John got to his feet, shaking his head and laughing. Casey was so obsessed with rain and snow. She had always been quite the tomboy and could not care less about inclement weather messing up her hair or her makeup, what little she wore. In fact, she told John they were going to get married outside…and that it would be a November wedding so there was a good chance of some sort of precipitation.
He went into her kitchen and sat down at the table, pulling the newspaper toward him and folding it open, preparing to wait for Casey to get back. They did not have any specific plans, but it would be great to just be with her, talk to her, and hold her. He was always amazed how a few days of separation felt like months. He had never felt like that with anyone else.
John had just found an interesting article when his phone rang. He groaned aloud, knowing it could be nothing except work. Casey did not take her phone with her when she ran, and no one called him except the other detectives, Cragen, and Casey.
Glancing at the caller I.D., he saw that it was the captain. He flipped open the phone and without preamble said, "The perps do this on purpose, don't they? Just when we finish—"
"John," Cragen interrupted him, and John immediately tensed up at his tone of voice. He sounded very solemn, and very worried. That was never a good sign.
"What's up?" John asked with a sigh, standing up and retrieving his coat from the back of Casey's couch. He would have to write her a note, and he was just looking for a pen when Cragen spoke.
"Where's Casey?"
John stopped dead. "Running. Why?" Cragen was silent for too long. "Cap, why?" John asked again, feeling fear rise within him.
"Get down here, John. I was just walking out the door when I saw this envelope addressed to me propped against the wall, and it had your card in it. It said, 'Find her before it's too late.' There's a diamond ring too…."
His voice trailed off, but John was not listening anyway. He shut the phone and sprinted out the door, down the stairs, and prepared to hail a taxi. However, at that moment a car pulled up in front of him and Fin opened the door.
"Come on," he said before John had the chance to say a word, and John got in without a question.