Life with Derek

This is my first fanfiction.

It's a Dasey!

And sadly I own nothing!

Coming Home

Chapter 1

Outside the McDonald/Venturi house it was a dark, cold, rainy Canadian night; inside things were quiet and simple. George was out of town on an important case and Edwin and Lizzie where upstairs watching a movie in Lizzie's room.

In the kitchen Nora and Marti were setting the table when the doorbell rang. "Lizzie, Edwin? Can one of you please get that?" Nora yelled upstairs, hearing no reply she headed for the door. "Or I can…" she chuckled. "Marti, can you please tell Edwin and Lizzie that dinner is almost done?" Nora asked as Marti headed up the stairs.

Nora opened the door to find a very wet, upset Casey standing in the rain with a suitcase and her purse. "Casey?! What happened? Are you okay honey?!" She asked pulling her oldest daughter inside and wrapping a blanket from the couch around her shivering body.

Casey was actually thankful for the rain because it hid her tears and she didn't want her Mom to worry about her. "Yeah Mom, I'm fine, I'm just tired, and cold. Do you think that maybe I can stay here, just for the night? Please?"

"Of course honey! You know you can stay here anytime you need or want to." Nora said as she pulled her oldest daughter into a hug. "Why don't you go into the kitchen and get something to drink. There is coffee, hot chocolate… or anything you can find. I will bring your bags up to your old room. It will be nice to have your stuff in there! We all miss you very much Casey." Nora said as she started up the stairs. "Ohhh and I will draw you a nice warm relaxing bath. Okay?"

"Thanks Mom." Casey said with a weak smile, taking off her wet coat and wrapping the now semi-wet blanket back around her, she headed to the kitchen to make herself a comforting big cup of hot chocolate.

While Nora and the kids had dinner, Casey went upstairs to take her bath. Not wanting to bother with looking through her bags just now, she opened the dryer and grabbed the first pair of pajama pants and shirt that she could find.

Finally alone in the bathroom, Casey leaned against the door, in her wet clothes, her hair and makeup all messed up not only from the rain but from crying on the ride to the only place she would ever call home.