A.N- Hi all, well its been a really long time since I last posted anything but have recently become addicted to Greek and of course fallen in love with the Cappie/Casey storyline. This is just a little fic idea that came to me while I was watching some YouTube vids of the two of them. Hope you enjoy this first chapter, I'll be looking forward to hearing your thoughts. This first chapter doesn't really contain any actual dialogue but I felt that it was important to set up the story and what is to come.

Disclaimer:- I don't own Greek or any of its characters. I've just borrowed them to play with for a little while, I promise to put them back relatively unharmed when I'm finished with them.

She knew it was wrong to be here, knew it in the depths of her soul but somehow she couldn't stay away. She knew she should just leave, leave now before he came back from wherever he was and found her but she didn't move. She had spent the summer trying to convince herself that she belonged with Max and she thought she had succeeded, right up until the moment she had arrived back on Greek Row.

From that moment her mind had been filled with his face, his voice and the memories she wished she could quash. Being on Greek Row his essence seemed to surround her, everywhere she looked sat another reminder of him and of the time they had spent together.

She had done her best to ignore the feelings being evoked deep inside of her, tried her hardest to just go to bed and sleep it all away, hoping that when she awoke his hold on her would have magically dissipated. But sleep had evaded her and finally she had given up, crawling out of bed, not bothering to change her clothes she had left the house. She told herself that a walk would clear her head, told herself that she didn't have a destination in mind, tried in vain to convince herself when she found herself standing in front of the Kappa Tau house that it was sheer coincidence that had brought her here but she knew better.

So now here she sat on his bed waiting for him to return, praying that when he did he would be alone. She didn't think she could handle it if while she had been away he and Rebecca had reignited their relationship that would hurt far more than seeing him with some random one night stand.

Her back ached from leaning against the headboard, so she allowed herself to slide down onto his bed, inhaling deeply as his scent enveloped her. She shivered slightly as the cool night air hit her bare legs and pulled the covers over her. She felt her eyes growing heavy and fought against the lethargy that suddenly overwhelmed her before losing the battle and slipping into a deep sleep.

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He drained the last of his beer his gaze focused on the pool table, the image of the last time he had come here and found her playing pool flitting across his mind. He dragged his gaze away glancing around the half filled bar, briefly resting on the girls sitting at the bar. The blonde smiled invitingly at him and for a moment he considered going over there and taking her up on the invitation written all over her face but his heart wasn't in it.

Casey's face once again filled his mind and he groaned signalling to the bar tender to get him another beer. He pulled some money from his pocket and walked over to the bar, the blonde sent him another smile this one victorious obviously confident that he would be unable to resist her. He looked away from her placing the money on the bar and picking up his drink downing half of it in one long gulp. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the look of disappointment cross her face as she turned back to her friend and he groaned again. What was wrong with him, why wasn't he jumping at the opportunity that the blonde presented? She was pretty enough he supposed but there was something missing, something that kept her from being truly captivating. Yeah she's not Casey you dumbass a voice whispered in his head. God damn it he needed to stop thinking about her. She was probably with Max right now and he would be the last thing on her mind. How much clearer did she need to make it before he got the message, she had moved on first with Evan and now with Max. Somehow he had held onto hope while she was with Evan, sure that sooner or later she would come back to him. There had been times when he really thought it might happen, like the night when she had found out that Evan was cheating on her and he had found her here. His gaze went once more to the pool table as memories overtook him. Then there was that time when they had paired up to do that assignment, when she had leaned in to kiss him and it seemed as if finally this time it was going to happen. But he had screwed it up telling her that them being paired up wasn't fate but rather his own handiwork. For a moment she had looked so defeated and lost and he had wished with all his heart that he could take it back and tell her that it wasn't true but he knew the moment between them was lost.

He had laid his heart on the line that night telling her that all he wanted from his future was to be with her, he had seen the war raging within her as she heard his words, seen the torment in her eyes before she had turned and walked away leaving him there alone once more.

Max was different, for the life of him he couldn't quite figure them out. From what he had seen of him he seemed like a nice enough guy but he was so far from Casey's usual type it was laughable. Yet for some reason unbeknownst to him she stayed with him.

He looked down at the empty glass in his hand before placing in on an empty table and heading for the door. He needed to go home and sleep; maybe sleep would put an end to the torture these memories caused him. Alcohol obviously wasn't working.

He stumbled a little as he entered the house, barely acknowledging the greetings Wade and Beaver threw in his direction. He headed for the stairs and the peace he hoped his room would bring.

Opening the door he sensed instantly that something was different but couldn't put his finger on what it was. He hopped around first on one foot then the other as he removed his boots, pulling his shirt over his head and stripping off his jeans until nothing remained but his boxers.

He walked to the bed, freezing at the sight before him. A blonde head rested on his pillow, the face turned away from him but he knew instantly who it was. Great now on top of everything else he was hallucinating, just how many beers had he had? He closed his eyes for a moment and then looked again fully expecting the blonde head to have disappeared but nothing had changed. He reached a tentative hand out towards her, recoiling in shock as he felt the silky strands beneath his fingers. His heart was thumping in his chest as he reached out towards her again…

A.N Sorry to leave it there, I had originally thought that this would only be a one shot but while I was writing it seemed to turn into something more. I have no idea just how many chapters it will have although I expect it to be relatively short. Remember Reviews = Love.