Okay guys, you really wanted me to update to post again on this story because you guys immediately liked it so much so I did to the best of my abilities. Honestly, I don't know if I'm going to be able to update Fixing What's Broken, at all because I am running a near 100 degree fever and staying awake is becoming a pain.

Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter to my new story.

Alex POV

Okay, when I was first assigned her and still being considered a 'rookie' I didn't think that I would be given anything of any kind of importance to do. I thought I would just be sent here to walk around, scope out the area like a watchdog or something. I didn't even have the slightest inkling that I would actually be assigned to do something. Not that I'm complaining or anything, because honestly, I'm not. This is probably a once in a life time opportunity. Who all can say that they were personally assigned by the president himself to be the personal bodyguard for his daughter?

It's not that I don't think I can do the job or anything. That's not the case. It's just…I kind of have this ridiculous crush on the president's daughter. It's actually pretty stupid when you really think about it. I mean, I've always thought she was beautiful whenever I would see her on television with her dad at one of his campaign rallies, or on a magazine, or anything like that. I read a sit down question and answer interview that she did with a news reporter and she seems like a very amazing person. Did I mention that she's beautiful?

I really don't want to sound creepy, and I probably do sound a little creepy but I can't help it. So knowing all of this about my fantasy crush on the first daughter, you can imagine how much of a fool I made of my self when I first saw her in person. I can tell that she already hates me and thinks I'm a total creep for ogling at her like I was. I felt like such a loser standing right next to her.

Casey Novak is probably everything that I'm not. She's intelligent, she comes from money, she's beautifully stunning, and just her presence alone sends a billion butterflies fluttering around my insides. Oh yes, I definitely have a crush on her, but she's way out of my league anyway. I mean, come on, what would the presidential daughter want with some nobody cop from New York?

It'd be completely inappropriate anyway seeing as I'm her bodyguard. I'm here to do a job, and I can't let any kind of emotion get in the way out that. But even if I wasn't her bodyguard, I wouldn't have any kind of chance with her. She dates billionaires' sons, super models, and everything else that I'm not; and all of this just as a famous senator's daughter! Imagine the kind of dates she's going to get now as the presidential daughter. I just know that I won't ever be one of them.

I am brought from my daydreams by someone repeatedly clapping their hands in front of my face. It startles me and a flinch a little but I can't hide the blush that makes it's way up my neck when I see none other than Casey Novak her self staring incredulously back at me. Did I mention that I don't really think she likes me?

"My father isn't paying you to stare off into space." She scoffs, obviously annoyed with my absentmindedness for the time being. "If you were listening, you would have known that I said that I'm ready to leave."

I sigh quietly as I hang I head and open the back passenger door of the unmarked SUV for her. "Right, I'm sorry." I murmur as I wait for her to settle in the backseat before I close the door. I take several much needed breaths as I walk around the vehicle and climb into the driver's seat. Being her bodyguard means that I have to transport/accompany her to pretty much anywhere that she wishes to go when she isn't staying in the house with her family. So that pretty much means that I'm going to be spending the day tailing behind her while she shops, socializes, and anything else that she's planning to do with her friends that she's meeting. Fun, fun, fun right?

"You don't seriously have to follow me around all day while I'm hanging out with my friends do you?" she asks me as I begin driving us to her desired destination. "I mean, I already think you're weird, but my friends are going to think it's really weird when they see you stalking us all day."

"I'm not stalking you, I'm just doing my job." I say as I drum my fingers on the steering wheel when we come to a stoplight. "I won't be of any inconvenience to you or your friends. You could always just tell Serena and Kim that I'm your sister or something to make things less weird."

Casey falls silent of a moment and I look into the rearview mirror to find her beautiful emerald green eyes eyeing me with scorn and suspicion. "How do you know their names? Are you seriously stalking my friends?"

"No Ma'am, but I did run background checks on who you were meeting. Just to make sure that you're safe."

"They're my friends! I know them, of course I know I'm going to be safe around them!"

"I was doing my job in making sure that you're safe. It helps my own piece of mind if I know that they're clean."

Casey scoffs and folds her arms before she turns her head to look out the window in the backseat. "Well don't ever do anything like that again."

I glance at her in the mirror briefly once again before I turn my eyes back to the road. "Yes Ma'am…I'm sorry."

"And stop calling me 'Ma'am' you make me sound old like my grandmother or something."

"Right, Miss Novak…I apologize." I respond, still going with a formal title as I was instructed to do so unless she informs me otherwise.

"Seriously? Now you make me sound like my mother." She snorts mirthlessly with her gaze still locked on the city out side her window.

"Well what do you prefer that I call you?"

"My name is Casey, so I would assume that you're allowed to call me that. All of the formalities are unnecessary make me feel older than I actually am."

I nod my head slowly and whisper her name quietly to myself. "Casey…" I say quietly before I speak up again. "Casey it is then." God, I love the way her name sounds on my lips.

"So uh, do you like shopping?" I ask trying to make some sort of conversation between the two of us. I don't want things to be awkward all the time so I feel like if we can build some sort of civil boundaries, things will run themselves a whole lot smoother.

"Duh, of course I like shopping." She sneers as if I had just asked her if her hair was red. "I wouldn't be going shopping if I didn't like it. Do they teach you to think before asking stupid questions at secret agent boot camp?"

I find my self blushing again at her question. I'm not usually a blusher, but then again, I'm not usually in the presence of my crush for this long. I'm not going to lie, I did have a tiny thing for Abbie back in New York, but it never advanced past that 'a thing'. Gee, talk about another woman who was out of my league. Why do I do that? Why do I have crushes on women who are way too good for me?

"Hey Cabot, I asked you a question." Casey states flatly, leaning forward to poke me in my shoulder. "You can't do that you know. You can't space out like a moron while you're driving. My father would have your job if you hit something while I was in the car."

"I'm sorry…again." I mutter realizing that I've probably apologized to her for something stupid I've done for probably over a million times now since I've been her bodyguard. Way to mess up a good opportunity Alex. "What did you ask me?"

"I asked you if you were always this boring. You like a classic stick in the mud." She says in an intention to humor herself and not me.

I sit on the question for a moment as I ponder how to answer it. I didn't realize that I was boring. I never really considered my self to be a very boring person, and because I've never figured that I was a boring person, I don't know how to fix it.

"U-uh, well I mean…I don't really consider my self to be boring." I state as I pull the SUV into an open parking space. I undo my seatbelt and turn around in my seat to where I'm facing her so we can talk better. "What do you suggest I do about that?"

Casey rolls her eyes at me and shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. It's not really my problem." She replies before we fall into a slightly awkward silence. She meets me gaze yet again and points to her side of the car. "Aren't you going to come get my door?" she says in a 'duh' manner.

I mentally kick myself in the head for that one and quickly scramble out of the driver's side door. I make my way around towards her door and open it for her to exit the vehicle. I briefly consider offering her my hand for assistance, but judging by how she wouldn't even shake my hand when we first me, I think that the formal gracious gesture would have been pointless. Pretty much like everything else I'd be able to do for her. Maybe I'm not cut out for this job after all.

Casey POV

"Honestly, I can't even understand why I need her to follow me around." I say irritably as my two best friends and I travel to yet another clothing store. As we enter, we make a beeline for the quote unquote most expensive side of the store, which means anything that says 'clearance' on it is totally out of the question.

"I mean look at her," I say pausing my browsing so my friends and I can glance at Alex who is staring back at us. "Look at her. She looks at me like she's this lost puppy dog or something."

Serena makes a quiet 'aw' sound as she looks away from my bodyguard and back at me. "But Casey, she looks so cute! Is she single?"

"And the huntress is on the prowl." Kim snorts as she holds out her arms again so I can toss yet another shirt on my 'oh this is so cute, I'm buying this pile'.

Then Serena actually has the good graces to look even mildly offended. "Hey! I'm not 'hunting' as you so eloquently put it. I was just thinking she was cute and I just so happened to wonder if she was single." She defends her self before turning back to me. "So how old is she?"

I playfully roll my eyes at my best friend and toss another item to my pile. "I think she's twenty six, but I forbid you from trying to hook my bodyguard. Plus she's so socially awkward I don't think she dates or anything. I haven't really asked, and I'd rather not let her believe that we are 'friends' or whatever."

"You don't like her?" Kim asks from behind my pile of clothes as we make our way across the store towards my favorite section; the shoe section.

My face contorts into concentration for a moment as I try to come up with a responsible answer. "I'm not saying I don't like her. I'm just saying I don't want her following me around at almost every hour of everyday. The only privacy I get away from her is the 8 hours I sleep at night, and whenever I have to go to the restroom in a public place, but even more so, I just know she's going to be waiting outside the door as soon as I open it. I mean, what am I supposed to say when I go out on dates? 'Oh hey, meet my personal stalker Alex.' Yeah, because that's a real turn on for a date."

My friends laugh at my little spiel from a moment ago and out of the corner of my eye, I swear that I can see said stalker hang her head. Okay, so what if she heard me, is that my problem? Am I really supposed to care about her feelings? Part of this agreement was not for the two of us to become friends. Why would I want to be friends with someone who stalks me all day? Besides, I don't make friends with just anybody.

We finish our shopping and by the end of it, there are several bags, most of which are mind. Okay, so I gotta admit, I do love shopping and when I do shop I tend to go a little overboard, but I think Daddy knows that seeing as the amount of money he puts on my credit card is more than enough to cover it.

"Casey, you always buy the whole store whenever we go shopping with you." Serena giggles as she shifts her own shopping bags in her hands.

I roll my eyes at her exaggeration of my shopping tendencies. "I do NOT always buy the whole store. I just buy close to it. Hey, watch this." I stop and turn around to where Alex is closely tailing behind us. I nod my head and she quickly approaches me where I hold out all of my shopping bags. "Carry these."

She frowns a little and looks down at the shopping bags before she looks back up at me with that same cute little confused expression. Wait…cute? Jesus, where did that come from?

"Carry…those? All of those?" she repeats as she stares at my never ending number of shopping items. "Casey, I don't think that…I'm assigned to protect you, not to be your personal assistant."

"You're also assigned to do as I tell you. My Daddy says so. And right now, you're not doing what I told you to." I sneer holding out my arms once again. "Carry these."

Alex sighs quietly but says nothing else as she takes all of my shopping bags from my arms. I hold up a finger signaling for her to wait, before I return to my friends who are also carrying some of my purchases. I take those from them and hand those to Alex as well. I stack a few shoe boxes in her arms and make sure they're secure before I head back up to walk with my friends.

"Casey, she's your bodyguard, not your pack mule." Serena says barely able to contain her giggles.

"Yeah, but she's supposed to do what I tell her to, and I told her to carry my things." I respond with a shrug as I take a quick glance behind me to see Alex keeping up with us despite all of my things she's carrying. "See? She's fine. Now come on, let's get something to eat."

As we find a nice comfortable restaurant to sit down at, we talk about anything and everything. Mostly about how college was and what we plan to do with our futures. I wanted to be a lawyer and I still kind of do, but right now, I don't mind being the presidential daughter.

We get deeper into our conversations and that's when I notice a young man watching me from across the restaurant. I love it when they ogle at me like this. As we make eye contact, his shy smile widens into a broad grin, and I find myself returning his smile.

Kim catches my gazing and she immediately clicks her tongue at my behavior. Leave it to her to ruin a moment that I had going. "Case, honestly? Everywhere you go there are people flirting with you, men and women alike, and honestly half the time you flirt back."

"So?" I shrug as if it's the most obvious this thing in the world that I don't care. And I don't. "I can't help it that they stare, and I'm not going to let their poor efforts go to waste."

"What about Robbie?" Serena quips up curiously which causes me to groan drastically.

I roll my eyes at the mention of my EX boyfriend at the time, Robert. Although for some odd reason, even in his early twenties, he still thinks that it's okay to consider himself 'Robbie'. If you ask me, I think it's really immature and it makes him seem like he's twelve. Then again, he tends to act like he's twelve. I think it's even more immature to accept the fact that I've broken up with him.

"Don't even mention him right now." I say with a shake of my head. "He doesn't count."

"Aw, I think he's cute," Serena coos earning a mirthless snort from both Kim and Me. "Besides, he's such a sweetheart! He followed you here from college so he could be with you. It's classic Romeo and Juliet!"

"If you think he's so cute then you date him." I say smugly when I know full well that Serena is a lesbian. She's been in to chicks for as long as I can remember.

"Casey is right. He shouldn't count. I personally think that he's a total loser." Kim adds in as she takes a chip from the bowl in the center of our table. "How come you haven't ended it yet?"

I snort and shake my head before sighing dramatically. "Because I have ended it, and he's the loser who thinks that we're still together. I clearly said to his face 'Robbie it is over' and he thought I was just playing a joke. It's not my fault he felt the need to follow me where. You think that he'd take the hint that I don't want to be with him anymore. I mean god, I made out with his sister when we were in college! Now he's following me because he thinks that it was just an accident on his sister's part. I was the one that came on to her! Robbie is so clueless sometimes, and he acts like a fucking little kid. "You're right when you're saying he's a total loser. But I'm not worried about him. I have a date tonight anyway."

"Oh my god, you've only been here for a couple months and you're already dating? Damn you move fast. So who is it? Please tell me it's not some creep who stares at from you across restaurants." Serena says nodding towards the guy who was ogling at me a few minutes prior.

"No, no," I say shaking my head. "Any man or woman who can't step up and talk to me, definitely doesn't deserve a date with me. Anyway, you guys know who Avery Van Zandt is right?"

It's almost as if time freezes for both of my friends and they stare at me wide eyed with their mouths hanging open. Thank god neither of them are eating or have anything in their mouths because that would be super gross. For a moment there I think they've forgotten where they are.

"Uh, guys, hello?" I speak, waving my hand in front of both of their faces to bring them back to the reality of the world.

Kim is the first to recover and she blinks several times before opening her mouth to actually speak this time. "Sorry, but did you say Avery Van Zandt? The Avery Van Zandt who is not only an amazing supermodel but she's starring in that new upcoming movie that comes out in three months?"

"That's the only Avery Van Zandt I know." I respond with a shrug before taking a sip of my untouched soda. "Why, you don't like her or something?"

"Don't like her!?" Serena exclaims, startling me and Kim both. "Oh my god, I'm a HUGE fan! She's already so successful as a model AND an actress and she's only twenty four! How long were you going to hold out on us that you were dating a superstar?!"

"Whoa, hold on there tiger. We aren't 'dating'. We haven't even gone on one date yet. It's not even that big a deal." And it's really not. I met Avery at a birthday party I attended probably a month ago, and we hit it off there. "I was at a party for a mutual friend that we apparently share and we just kinda hit it off. She came up to me, I recognized her, and she recognized me so we just kinda started talking. She kept my number and called, asking me if I wanted to go to dinner with her. I said yes and here we are; I have a date with Avery Van Zandt."

Once again my friends are rendered completely speechless. I think it's hilarious that quite suddenly, Robbie doesn't mean a thing to the conversation anymore. I sense something in their silence and I know what's coming next.

"Oh my god, can we meet here?"

"Can we have her autograph?"

"Can we get a picture?"

"What was it like for her to act in the movie?"

"Can she get us in to the red carpet premier?"

"What's she like as a person?"

"Is she as pretty up close as she is in the magazines?"

"Didn't she just do a fashion show in Milan? What was that like?"

The rattling is endless and to be honest, it's giving me a headache, and fast. "GUYS! Calm down!" I exclaim, hopefully putting an end to their gushing over my supermodel date. "I haven't even gone out with her. And no, I'm not going to pester her like a fan who is just looking for her signed paraphernalia. I have a reputation to uphold. I'll tell you about my date with her after it. How about that?"

Thankfully that quiets them down and I am able to relax. Honestly, this will probably be the first and the last time that I tell my friends that I have a date with someone important to the entertainment/media industry.

I say goodbye to Serena and Kim and I reluctantly allow myself to fall back into Alex's presence. Thankfully she's kept up with all of my shopping items, because I'm really not in the mood to fuss at her if she lost anything.

"Did you enjoy lunch with your friends?" she asks as we make our way back to the car and she shoves all of my bags into the backseat, letting out a breath of relief when she can finally sit everything down.

I nod my head and examine my freshly manicured hand. "I did. It would have been nice to enjoy it alone though, with out someone watching me eat." I say in reference to the fact that I am well aware that she was indeed watching me the whole time.

That adorable blush slowly makes its way across her face and she angles her gaze towards the ground, refusing to make eye contact with me. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just doing my job…I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Too late," I mumble as I fish in my purse to pull out my sunglasses. "Well, I guess I should inform you that I am going on a date tonight at seven thirty, so I expect to get there on time."

Alex's head snaps up from the ground and she's looked at me in shock as if I had just slapped her mother or something. "You…you have a date…?" she asks, almost as if she's trying to force herself to believe the words.

I pause in putting on my sunglasses and nod my head slowly as if I am preparing to speak to a child. "Yes Alex, I have a date. You know, that thing you go on with someone with whom you are interested in, in more than a platonic way? You have been on a date haven't you?"

"Y-Yeah, I've been on a date…it's just been awhile and I…don't really date anymore." she murmurs almost sadly. "Who is your date with?"

"No background checks, PLEASE."

"I-I'm not! I was just curious."

I sigh heavily and fold my arms irritably. "Her name is Avery Van Zandt, and before you turn into the babbling idiot my friends did, yes I'm going out with supermodel/movie start Avery Van Zandt. Deal with it. I just know that you better not ruin my date, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, ah, Casey sorry…Yes, I understand." She murmurs in that same sad tone as she opens the passenger door for me. I climb into the SUV next to my shopping bags and get myself situated before buckling my seat belt.

Honestly for the life of me, I can't understand why Alex would look at me like that when I told her I have a date tonight. I mean, she honestly looks like I had just football kicked her brand new puppy into a rain gutter.

Wonder what her problem is…

Hmm wonder what Alex's problem is? And yes, I have succeeded in my plan to reveal the Casey in this story. She is a brat. I total spoiled sassy brat. And I am loving every minute of it. To go along with her spoiled brat personality, I decided to make Kim and Serena her best friends simply because I CANNOT, not even picture Olivia Benson and Abbie Carmichael going "omg shoes! Omg clothes! Omg look at this! omg look at that! omg there is a sale!" I just can't do it, lol. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed it! Leave your feedbacks!