Title: Years

Chapter: Two

Couple: Casey/Cappie

Fandom: Greek

Words: 1,130

Rating: PG-13

After graduating with an undergraduate degree in political science last May, you moved to Chicago to take a job as an intern in Senator Richard J. Durbin's Chicago office.

It's not what you expected. For the most part you copy fliers and take minutes during meetings but considering that Ashleigh isn't being paid for her internship in Los Angeles and you are, you can't really complain.

Today, you answered the phones and made a poster board size seating chart of tomorrow night's fundraising dinner. You're exhausted and looking forward to the weekend. You were afraid you would have to work the dinner tomorrow night but they don't need you and all you want to do now I curl up in bed watching a movie.

Glancing up, you watch the next stop scroll across in neon green, block letters. The next stop is Loyola and you're pretty sure that all of the people around you with messenger bags and Loyola University sweatshirts will get off here. You know the EL map like the back of your hand, especially since you grew up in Evanston and frequently took the purple line train to Chicago. As the train pulls into the Loyola station, you count the number of stops you have left.

There's Morse and Jarvis before you change from the red line to the purple line at the Howard station, where Cappie's waiting for you.

It's something you do, no matter how late one of you is running. Cappie gets on the purple line in downtown Chicago at Adams and takes it all the way to Howard. Technically, he could just take the train all the way to your home in Roger's Park, a neighborhood of Chicago. But you haven't arrived at Howard without him standing there waiting for you.

Morse and Jarvis quickly fly by and the remaining passengers on the train exit at Howard. You clutch your bag tighter as you step off the train and glace around trying to spot that familiar mop of brown hair amongst the crowd.

"Case!" He calls out to you and you smile as you spot him standing up from where he was sitting before you arrived. Smiling, you walk up next to him and he kisses you soundly on the lips.

"I'm so ready for the weekend," you tell him as you both head in the direction of the train that will take you home.

"I thought you had to work," he replies as he pulls on the strap of his khaki, cloth messenger bag.

"Nope," you say as you lace your fingers with his. Pulling you, he rushes towards the train as the doors begin to close. Jamming himself between the doors, they fly back open and he pulls you on to sound of your laughter.

"What's your rush?" You ask him as he warps his arms around you.

"I think you know," he tells you as he raises his eyebrow suggestively and you laugh loudly, much to the delight of the passengers around you.

--

Neither of you feel like cooking, so on the walk home the two of you pick up Orange Beef and four egg rolls from Yummy Egg Roll. Cappie insists on eating his two on the way home so when you open the door to your shared apartment as pushes you against the wall to capture your lips with his, he taste like a mixture of Chinese and cinnamon.

"Cap," you mumble as he plants kisses on your collarbone. "Can we eat first?"

"No fun," he mumbles back but he lets go of you and sets his bag on the table by the door. You put yours next to his and after locking the front door, you bring the bag of Chinese food into the kitchen. Cappie has already grabbed two plates out of the cabinet and set them out on the Formica countertops. You open the white container of Orange Beef and begin to scoop half of it onto one of the plates.

"Dishwasher needs to be unloaded," Cappie informs you as he hands you a can of Coke, a bottle of beer in his other hand.

"It's your turn," you tell him as you scoop the remainder of the food onto the other plate. "And don't I get a beer?"

"Last one, sorry," Cappie says as he takes a seat at the counter top on one of the stools you bought last weekend at a garage sale in Evanston.

"And you don't want to give that to me?" You bat your eyelashes, act overly flirtatious and hand him a fork out of the drawer. It doesn't match the other ones in the draw, none of them match one another as you bought them all at different garage sales around the city.

The table and chairs don't match, except Cappie's promised to paint them. Sometime. Most of the furniture in your apartment is from garage sales and furniture store clearances. The only things that aren't are your tan sectional couch and birch bedroom set from Ikea and even then, those were big splurges. The television was a housewarming present from all the guys at Kappa Tau.

"Case," Cappie says waving the fork in your face, a piece of orange beef stuck on the end of it.

"Yeah," you reply and he smiles at you.

"Are you okay?" He asks you, concern settling in on his face.

"Yeah," you reply as you tuck your hair back behind your ear and pick up your fork.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," you repeat nodding your head and smile at him.

--

As the credits for Numb3rs play, you lift your head up from its place on Cappie's chest, under his arm.

"Cap," you say and he turns to look down at you expectantly. "You still need to unload the dishwasher."

"Ugh," Cappie grumbles and you sit up completely to let him up. He doesn't move and it takes you getting up to make him follow your lead. Except, in this case, he follows you to the door of the bedroom and you turn around, put your hand up to his chest to make him stop dead in his tracks.

"Nope," you tell him. "You unload the dishwasher. I'm going to shower."

He groans again and you smirk back at him.

--

The water momentarily stops and you can't help but smile. Shampoo ruins into your eyes but you don't need to see to know whose hands are encircling your waist to know who they are.

"Did you finish unloading the dishwasher?" You ask him and he mumbles against your skin as he plants a kiss on your shoulder.

"I love you," he mumbles against your skin, his lips touching the chain holding his letters around your neck. "Always and forever."