A Tale of Something More
(A/N – Please read and review! If you don't, I don't know how crazy you think I am. :) So, I had to pull out all of the stops and write an unexpected relationship. Let me know what you think! Constructively of course. Might be a one shot, might be more. Give your opinion!)
Casey sat at her desk, desperately wishing she could be anywhere but here going through one more case file. She knew she was coming down with something and as usual she was too busy to do much about it. She reached into the drawers of her desk and pulled out the 10th throat lozenge that day and slipped it into her mouth.
Noting to herself that the DA was out of the office for the rest of the day, she figured that curling herself up in the armchair in the corner of her office wouldn't hurt anyone. She would just take a 15 minute catnap and pray she didn't feel so terrible.
Three hours later, she heard a knock on the door. Oh my! She thought to herself. She straightened up her skirt and smoothed out the wrinkles in her jacket, before answering. "Come in," she said with as much energy as she could muster.
The last person she ever expected to visit her in her office entered through the door. "Hey Novak, how're you doing?" Casey looked up into his dark brown eyes and positively melted.
"H-hey Fin," she replied without breaking her gaze. She wasn't sure what it was, but anytime he walked into the room she was in, breathing became less of a priority for her than normal and her stomach did more flips than performers in the Barnum and Bailey Circus.
"I, uh, tried to call you earlier but no one answered the phone. Thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to, um, well I mean, see if you wanted to go out for some dinner. Tonight maybe?"
A moment of pure desire coursed through her body. Then almost as soon as she had felt that elation, she realized there was no way she could go out tonight feeling the way she did. "Oh Fin, I would really love to but I can't. I-"
"Hey, don't worry about it, maybe next time." Fin cut in, not wanting her to continue while his heart was breaking. He turned around and started for the door.
Casey stood up and walked over to where he was standing. "Fin, stop. I wasn't turning you down exactly. It's just that my throat hurts like someone is stabbing me a billion times with a small needle. Every muscle of my body has apparently turned on me and wishes me nothing but an uncomfortable ache. I really do want to go out," she explained. "More than you know," she whispered in a low voice.
Fin turned around, relief feeling his eyes. He looked at her with concern. "Come on, let's blow this joint. We'll get you home and tucked in bed with a steaming hot bowl of my famous homemade chicken noodle soup."
"You cook?" she looked at him with an amused expression dancing on her face.
"Yes I cook." Fin tried unsuccessfully to look indignant but he supposed that since no one knew him on an extremely personable level and he really didn't look like the domestic type. "My grandmother taught me to cook when I was a kid. She figured that no matter what happened in my life, I could make myself a decent meal. I got pretty good at it, go figure."
Casey smiled. "That's so sweet. Really though, you don't have to take care of me, I'll be fine. Just need a few hours to do nothing."
"I'm not going to let you go home alone when there is someone right here that cares about you and wants to pamper you a bit." Casey smiled as Fin put his arm around her. He could tell she was shaking slightly and felt a bit warm to the touch. He brought his hand up to feel the back of her neck. "You feel a bit feverish," he finished as he led her out the door. She locked up and they headed downstairs to hail a cab.
Once they got to Casey's apartment, Fin picked her up and headed for the bedroom. "I always dreamed of this moment. Of course in my imagination there were a lot more sexual undertones to it. Oh my goodness, did I just say that out loud?" She buried her head in embarrassment. "I am so sorry, I tend voice my thoughts out loud uncontrollably when I have a temperature."
Odafin Tutuola may have had fairly dark skin, but nothing could have prevented the redness that was now in his cheeks from showing up for all to see. "It's ok. But I gotta ask, do you mean it? That you really want to do this again someday under other circumstances?"
Smiling, Casey answered him with a kiss to his cheek. "I want nothing more than to get to know you in every sense available to me. I'll be nice though and not share my germs though."
"Thanks I appreciate it," he chuckled. He tucked her into bed and went to the kitchen to begin work. Luckily there was some cooked chicken in the refrigerator and some eggs and flour to make the noodles. An hour later he was finished with his masterpiece and ladled out a bowl for his girl. At least he hoped that is what their earlier conversation had led. A relationship that had yet to be defined, but was what it was… a beginning. He walked into her room to tell her it was ready, only to find Casey sprawled out with her covers thrown off of her. Fin tucked her in again, kissed her cheek and went into the living room. Turning on the television to a rap music channel, he took off his shoes and laid down to rest for a little bit until his red headed sleeping beauty was to awaken.
