Hey you guys…So I know almost all of my followers and favorite..ers… whatever, my readers, are Caskett shippers. But one of my other shows just had its season 3 premiere and my little Walt/Vic heart is about to burst. For those of you that do watch…am I the only one that wanted a little more from that bathroom scene, I mean come on! And he finally told her about Martha being murdered. I just couldn't deal. So here is a little teaser/heart-warmer about how I think they should have gone with it.

BTW this is written from Vic's point of view.

He had brushed past me, leaving his office, and went straight to the bathroom. He couldn't do this to me. He couldn't just tell me that Martha wasn't just a cancer victim, but was actually murdered, and then storm off like that.

I followed him, slamming the door behind me. "Walt!"

He ignored me, slammed his badge onto the sink, and then pulled his shirt off. "Walt…Walt stop!"

He reached up to the top rack on the shelf and grabbed one of the spare uniforms. "I can't." He then bent over the sink and began scrubbing his hands.

I couldn't help freeze, watching the muscles in his back move. He was so tense, so dark. With that long scar on his back. NO! I have to focus… "Walt, is Branch okay?"

He didn't even turn around to answer me. "I hope so. He got shot. They are working on him now. He lost a lot of blood." He stood back up straight drying his hands off.

I could sense my feelings for him bubbling up, but I had to suppress that. If I could. When I spoke again, it came out as barely a whisper. "Who shot him?"

He threw his rag down, almost as if he was angry for me asking, and began pulling on the shirt as he answered me. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

When he turned around I couldn't help but look him up. Starting from where my eyes had been cast down at his feet, all the way past his tan stomach, but the one thing I was hoping wouldn't happen, did. When I got to his face, he was looking dead at me. I was able to contain my blush while he watched me, but it flooded forward when he looked down to button up the shirt.

He looked back up to me, before grabbing his badge off the counter and pinning it on. "Vic…"

I reached forward timidly, taking his shirt in my hand, and buttoning up the top button he always seemed to miss. "There."

He pushed forward, pressing me up again the wall, so my back wouldn't show up against the door. His face was mere inches from mine. He was waiting. "Vic…" I silenced whatever he was about to say by meeting him the rest of the way. It was a slow, warm, all around wonderful kiss. Until he pulled back. "Vic, I'm sorry. I can't."

I tried to not show how hurt I was, simply nodding and trying to pull away. However, he kept me against the wall. "No, Vic. I can't do this with you married. It's not that I don't want to."

I smiled up at him for a moment, my hand coming up to meet his stubbly chin. "That is on its way out."

He then offered me one of his rare smiles, which you only ever see on those real special occasions. "Then you will have to keep me up to date on that."

Pushing him back gently, I nodded. "Maybe I will."I then opened the door and followed him as he walked out. I stopped at my desk, still keeping my eye on him.

He made it about to Ruby's desk before stopping and turning around. "I'm gonna need a ride."

I grabbed up my keys and followed him. I would follow that man anywhere.