Okay here's the first chapter of Get In. Now this is my first multipart fanfic so I hope that I did well, but I'll let my work speak for itself.

"I don't like it."

Casey looked at her roommate through the bathroom mirror. He could be considered handsome, if you could get past his smirking and self-love. Well he's normally smirking, right now he's scowling. Casey knew she was the reason for it, but she didn't know if it was out of lazy hunger or something more. And since she didn't want to talk about something more, Casey just met his gaze and said, "My hair or that I'm not cooking for you tonight?"

Derek didn't miss a beat, his scowling turning a more normal looking expression, for him at least, "Your hair always looks like a mop; I'm talking about going on a date with some loser you met online."

Finishing her hair, Casey put away her brush and pushed Derek out of way as she left the bathroom, trying and failing to ignore his musky scent. "Marian's not a loser, Derek. He enjoys the better things in life."

Derek followed her into the kitchen, their usual boxing ring, and continued the argument, "I think you meant the boring things, Princess."

Casey leaned onto the back of a chair to put her shoes on and gave Derek an insulted look, "The museum is not boring, it's beautiful and informative."

Derek leaned in close to her, as if to share a secret, "No Case, that's what a keener is." Pulling back and making a face, he added, "Besides, Nora and my dad will have my head if anything happened to you."

Casey stepped away from him, deciding it was time to change the subject to something they both hated to talk about, Derek's love life, "Unlike you I don't need a babysitter. Why are you still here anyway, isn't it Carmine night? She must be a real catch if you've been seeing her this long."

Carmine had been a girl that Derek had met shortly after moving to Kingston, and that was about all that Casey knew about her. Every Wednesday, Derek would get up early, disappear for a few hours, come back wearing different clothes (not that Casey noticed), go to his classes, then disappear until around 3am the next morning, wearing what he had in the morning (again not that she noticed), talking about how fun Carmine had been. If Casey had cared, she might have been jealous. Which she wasn't.

As she had hoped, Derek was flustered; but this time he quickly recovered, something in his eyes as he talked send a small shiver down Casey's spine, "Leave Carmine out of it, this is about some psycho you're about to go see."

Derek had always been critical of her dates, but this was strange, it's almost like he didn't want her to go. Casey wished that she was the reason, but she knew better. "What makes you think he's a psycho?"

"He had to go online to get a date; something's got to be wrong with him," spinning a finger next to his head in a loony gesture.

Casey placed her purse on the table and went through it to make sure she had everything: wallet, car keys, apartment keys. Good that's everything. "I went online, what does that say about me?"

Derek again closed the distance between them, placed a hand on the table, and leaned in close and said, "I've always known you were a Space Case."

Casey's blood started to boil. She was tired of Derek's games. Why did he feel like he had a right to toy with her emotions, especially before she went on a date? "I'll bet that Carmine is the name of your newest toy." Her eyes glancing at his hand telling him know exactly what she meant.

Anger crossed Derek's face; grabbing his coat he shot back "Have fun with Boring Ann at the mausoleum, Princess," and stormed out the door. Casey was almost beaming. Nice one, McDonald.

Still smiling at the thought, Casey glanced at her watch. Her smile slimed as she saw that she was running late. And, hearing the engine fade into the distance, Derek had just taken the car. As her smile vanished, she realized that couldn't be coincidence and let out a well-practiced, "DER-EK!"

Casey had to pay the cab driver double to break the speed limit (and a few other traffic laws) but she got to the museum only a few minutes late. While the taxi zoomed in and out of lanes, her mind went over the last six months and how her relationship with Derek had changed. After graduation, things between them had reached the highest level of respect and honesty, and Casey had believed that it get better. Despite her protests, she had also been glad Derek was going to Kingston. Maybe without their family and friends around, they could have figured out what was going on with them and how to deal with it.

Then she had found a girl naked in Derek's room. He had denied that anything had happened or that he even knew that she was in there. He pretended to be angry and demanded to know what the girl thought she was doing. His actions had brought tears to the young woman's eyes and had quickly turned into one of Casey and Derek's classic shouting matches, waking up the rest of the house. After that, any respect that she had had for Derek was gone. She still wishes that he was the man that he could be.

To make matters worse, his college roommate had somehow learned of Derek's breakup and had decided he didn't want the Casanova anywhere near his girlfriend; so he didn't have a place to stay in Kingston. At the same time her roommate decided to join a Sorority, leaving Casey without some to slip the rent with. George decided to best solve both problems by creating one more, having Derek move in with Casey.

The move itself seemed normal enough; they fought over where everything went and who got the bigger room; but afterwards it was somehow different. Like tonight, they would fight as they always did, then he would openly flirt with her; only to pull back quickly afterwards and act like it never happened. It was getting more than a little annoying.

After the cab dropped her off in front of the museum, Casey wandered around the door trying and failing to get her mind on her date and off her stepbrother. It was times like this that she wondered what she had done to be punished with Derek. Her thoughts were finally brought to the present when a gentle hand touched her on her shoulder. "Casey McDonald?"

Turning around, she found herself facing a good-looking man in his mid-twenties. He looked like a teacher's assistant with his dark vest and white polo shirt. "Are you Marian Roberts?"

The man flashed her a smile and said, "Nope, street corner psychic. What me to predict your future?" Putting a hand to his head, he pretended to concentrate. "I see a man changing your life in the near future."

Folding her arms, Casey leaned against the wall. Hiding her interest, she said, "What does this man look like, oh Great Swami?"

Continuing to faux-concentrate, Marian said, "He's about 5'7, wearing vest and kakis and is talking to a beautiful woman." Snapping his eyes open, he said, "What do you? I am Marian Roberts."

Offering his arm to an amused Casey, Marian said, "Shall we see what we can see?"

About two hours later, Casey McDonald was in love. Head over heels in love. The kind of love she had felt only once before, with Der-, with someone who wasn't real. But this, this was real. She wasn't one for falling in love at first sight, but then again, she hadn't. Over the night, Marian had won her over, heart, mind, and soul. There hadn't been a piece of work that he didn't at least know one thing about that wasn't printed on the plaque next to it. Not a minute passed when she wasn't trying not to laugh. If only Derek could be more like Marian.

As they walked past an alley to Marian's car, she found herself hanging onto every word he said. Then he wasn't saying anything. It took a second for Casey to realize that he had stopped talking and just standing. Concerned, she turned around and asked him what the matter was. It was then that Casey saw him toying with something in his hands.

Not looking up, Marian responded, "Putting the silencer on."

"What?"

Raising the item in his hand to the beam of light from the streetlamp, he pointed at it and chuckled, "Never got used to these things."

In the well-lit street, Casey could tell it was a gun, and while she didn't know much about firearms this one looked like the type she saw cops use on TV. Stepping back, she again asked, "What?"

Marian raised the gun, an almost apologetic look on his face, "You seem like a nice girl, and I am sorry, but a job is a job." Before he could fire a black corvette shot out of the alley heading straight for them. Casey screamed as she felt a rush of hot air hit her face, forcing her to close her eyes.

BANG

After a few seconds of wondering if she was dead, Casey opened her eyes to find the black corvette had hit her date/would be killer. The man she knew as Marian lay a few feet from where he was just standing moments ago. His gun was nowhere to be found. Casey was about to check to see if he was alive, when the driver of the corvette, seeming to read her mind, revved the engine, warning her away from the hit man. Stepping back, Casey watched the driver slowly move the car between her and her hopefully only injured assassin. Finally stopping, the corvette sat idly beside her. Casey tried to look through the windows, only to realize that they were too tinted to make out much of the inside or its driver. Not that it mattered, she had a good idea of who is was. An idea that was confirmed when the passenger door popped open revealing a grim looking Derek at the wheel. "Get in."

Okay this was the first chapter of Get In. Was it good? Bad? Need a little work? See a grammar or spelling mistake? Please post a review of thoughts and as always, please be honest but polite.