A/N: Okay people, I'm back and ready to party! I'm currently working on a few re-writes and chapters update for my stories & I thought I would kick-off my return with this new story/mini series story. It's going to be at least 10 chapters (give or take) long. it's about half way written. I have the ending pretty much written all I need to do is finish up the . but I started this story way way way back. I just now got around to finishing it. So here it is, dusted off and ready to read. Here's the challenge! can you figure out what Derek is up to? and can you spot something that will be in every chapter? Hope that's not cryptic. But this story is going to get updated every week! It's going to be like a tv show or whatever! So enjoy and Review!!!
"Shit, shit, shit,shit, shit!" Said a very upset, and unhappy Derek as he came stomping down the stairs. Casey, who was sitting on the couch watching TV, looked at him confused.
"Something wrong sunshine?" she asked sarcastically.
"Nothing," he said reaching for his coat. "Mind your own damn business, thank you very much!"
Casey's mouth dropped opened in shock. It wasn't like Derek hand't cursed at her before, in fact he has said harsher things and said them on many occasions. This was different. She had to provoke him a lot more before he resorted to profanity.
"What has your panties in a twist?" She asked. Derek, ignoring her, slid on his coat. He glared at his watch, muttered something and headed towards the door.
"Try watching your language next time Potty Mouth,'" Casey yelled as he walked out the door. "Marti could have been in here you-" she muttered under her breath.
Casey focused her attention back on the TV. However, she couldn't get her brain off Derek. He had been acting unusual for a while now; also done one hell of a job keeping, whatever it is, a secret. His late hours, constant on the phone conversations-most of them ending with him yelling. Him constantly staring at his watch, and always had to be somewhere. It was driving Casey mad trying to figure his secret out. But she would, no doubt. All she needed was a little help.
Edwin walked in from the kitchen, and sat down next to her on the couch. He held out his hand for the remote, she rolled her eyes and surrendered it into his clutches. Then it hit her, like a fast flaming train straight out of hell driving on the wrong side of the road, she could hire Edwin and his 'So Called' detective skills, to find out Derek's secret. Not to mention the little punk might already know; for some reason Derek did share things with him. Edwin, in a sense, was Derek's wingman right? Casey didn't really know what a wingman was, or what they did, but it's worth a shot.
"Edwin," she began, he turned slightly to hear what she was about to say. "do you know the reason for Derek's strange behavior?"
Edwin started grinning, it was a similar grin to Derek's trademark grin.
"Sorry Case,but Derek doesn't tell me everything!" He turned his attention back to the TV. Casey crossed her arms, and let out a sigh.
"Don't you like snooping around in the personal business of others?"
"I prefer the term spying," Casey rolled her eyes. "Yes I do. I also happen to be very good at ?"
"Can you to do me a favor. I want you to snoo-I mean spy! on Derek, and find out what he's been up to."
"You do understand that my prying into Derek's business could result in tragedy right?"
"Are you saying you won't do it?"
"Oh, I'll do it."
"Great!" Casey said. She tossled Edwins hair a little, then jumped off the couch and headed for the stairs.
"For a price," he finished. Casey stopped, turned, and stared at him; he was smirking like an evil genious.
She crossed her arms. "How much?"
"Fourty, in cash, right now."
"No way! I can get Lizzie to help me for free." Edwin just shook his head in pity, Casey was starting to feel either confused or out smarted.
"Fine, but Lizzie doesn't have my skills," he gave a slight collar pop and continued. "and I can most likely get Derek to spill. You think he is going to tell Lizzie anything? I have a better chance hearing it straight from his mouth."
Casey grunted. He was right and she knew it, worst of all he knew it too. If there was any chance of finding out exactly what Derek was up to, Edwin was the go to guy. She reached into her pants pocket and felt two crumbled ten dollar bills.
Dang! She thought to herself. I don't have enough. Then she got an idea. Time for the student to become the master.
"How about twenty, and two dozen of those chocolate peanut butter cookies I make that you like? You know, the ones with the dark chocolate peanut butter swirled chips."
Edwin started to drool. The woman was good.
"Deal!" he sang.
She slipped him the twenty, and he bounced from the couch to get to work. Casey grinned while watching him run up the stairs. Casey grabbed her coat and went to the kitchen. She grabbed the car keys, wrote a note for her mom, and left.
Soon Derek I'll know what you have been to.
The note she left her mom said:
Borrowing car. Need to go to the store and get baking supplies. Be back before dinner.
-Casey.
