A/N: I had some inspiration at work! Enjoy! By the way, this is direct from my iPhone so no judgment...there was zero proofreading this one! :)


I open my eyes just above a squint testing my ability to handle the morning sun against my pounding head. It's to bright and I quickly close them again placing my cold hand against my forehead. Wine and I in large doses are not friends. This is a point I should remember in the future.

I reach an arm across the bed to pull my beautiful Casey into my arms again, but I am met with cold sheets. Braving the harsh light, I quickly open my eyes and scan the room. She isn't here. She has left me again.

Lying back against the cool Egyptian cotton, I replay last night in my head. Me, the idiot, falling in the street running after Casey. Abandoning my poor Jimmy Choo's in the gutter as I blamed them for my drunken fall. Stupidly running out in front of a car to stop the love of my life from leaving again. Getting yelled at by Casey for being such an idiot and me telling her I can't live without her.

From there the memories return a bit more slowly. I remember Casey helping me into the cab and meeting Casey's brother's girlfriend, Amelia, for the first time. Casey dropping Amelia back off to Owen at her apartment and then having the cabbie drive me home. I remember her helping me into my apartment and scolding me like a child for my stupid behavior.

The rest returns in floods. Me crying and begging her to come home. Me professing my love for her and how losing her was the worst mistake of my life. How I want nothing more than to spend my life making this mess up to her...showing her everyday that I love her and will do anything to be with her, have a life with her. Then she said the words that made my heart want to stop beating...she's leaving...leaving New York City...she's moving home to Seattle.

My actions were not thought through from there, it was all impulse. I stood and crossed the room in little strides, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her flush against me as I kissed her lips. As didn't push me away, instead she tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me back. It was passion driven and before I could fully realize what was even happening we were in the bedroom tearing each other's clothes off as our mouths got reacquainted with each other's bodies.

I relished every moment, kissing her neck, tasting her skin, enjoying the smell of her perfume as I sucked on her nipples and trailed kisses down her abdomen. The feeling of her arching into me as I neared her wet center and hearing her beg me to hurry up that it had been far to long drove me wild. Running my tongue through her waiting wetness as she tangled her hands in my hair and pulled me forcefully against her clit almost had me coming. The whole event seemed perfect how it should always be... Orgasm after orgasm that we shared between declarations of love and profuse apologies have left me utterly confused as to why she isn't here right now.

I understand that I screwed our relationship up, but I meant every word I said last night. I really would spend all of eternity making my mistakes up to Casey. Life without her isn't living, it's suffering.

This isn't how our story is going to end. I refuse for this to be it. I am going to prove this to her once and for all. Yes, I screwed up, but I can make this right. I will prove it to her, whatever it takes.

Despite my pounding head, I get up and shower, suffering through the hairdryer and makeup application. I dress as fast as I can settling on nice jeans, an old Harvard Law t-shirt and flats, topping the whole attire with a my North Face fleece. Casey always liked it when I dressed comfortable.

Walking out of the bedroom in search of my keys and wallet I spot my Jimmy Choo's on the kitchen counter. Lord knows, Casey probably had to climb under a car to retrieve at least one from the gutter. Only she would ever do something so nice for me. A smile crosses my face remembering a joke of ours...she always loved my heels...

Locating my keys and wallet, I hurry from the apartment and hail the nearest can. I have no time to waste. Casey is leaving sometime soon to return to Seattle and I can't risk losing her. I have to stop her.

The whole drive over to the apartment I have never visited I think about what I intend to say. I can't figure out my wording, which scares me. As an attorney, I am always prepared. I always have my words decided on before entering the courtroom. The last times I didn't have my words carefully selected I destroyed the best part of my life, my life with Casey.

Pulling up outside the building, I smile as I see Owen, Casey's brother with a thing of coffee. Clearly he is bringing my sweet coffee addict her morning fix. I quickly exit the cab and walk up to the older redhead Novak.

"Owen," I say. He looks up and scowls at me. Not a good sign.

"What are you doing here Alex?" He asks in a not so friendly tone.

I suck in a nervous breath. This wasn't exactly the reunion I was expecting, although, I should have been. Calming myself, I say, "I came to speak to Casey, Owen. I love her and I can't live without her."

"How can you even say you love her after what you did Alex? I mean really, did you find out that she finally managed to get her dream job in Seattle and decide to derail her career possibilities there as well?" He barked. I could feel every bit of his authoritative military upbringing in his stern voice.

"It's not like that Owen." I start but he quickly cuts me off.

"Please then Alex, explain to me what torpedoing my sisters law career in New York City was really suppose to be!" He snaps.

"I didn't mean for that to happen." I reply shakily.

"Then please for once explain it, because from what I heard it sounded like you were to scared to have the competition to have her in your unit. However, instead of telling the DA that you told him that you didn't think she was a strong enough prosecutor to be able to handle Sex Crimes and you would know because you were marrying her." He stated flatly.

"I was scared okay! I am sorry. I know what I said screwed her chances of getting the division she wanted all along, okay! I am not perfect. I was scared. I was scared and I let my fears and insecurities run wild that day and I cost me the most important part of my life." I say weakly.

He nods, "Yeah, it did Alex. Go on up. Take Case her coffee and have your talk. You'll only have this chance probably."

I swallow thickly and take the coffee he holds out to me as he buzzes me in and tells me which door is hers. Walking up the stairs I realize that I am going to have to own all of my mistakes. I am not sure if I am ready for this moment, but it is well overdue. Maybe if I had done this six months ago we'd still be getting married this weekend.

Knocking on the door, I hear her beautiful voice on the other side of the door. My heart rate speeds up in my chest. I am suddenly so unsure of what I am about to do. If this doesn't work I am liable to fall apart. Oh my god, I should have planned more.

I hear her hand take the door knob. I see it start to turn. Then I am face to face with her again. Her beautiful green eyes looking back into mine...