Okay, here is the next part. This is obviously going to be more than 2 chapters. I am not quite finished yet but this is what I have so far and really wanted to post something since I haven't in a few days.

Hope you like where this is going! It isn't beta'd as usual so all mistakes are mine! I own nothing....

Chapter 3

To say Jason Walsh was nervous was an understatement. His palms were sweaty and his heart was pounding in his chest and he really wasn't sure why. It was just his partner coming over to hang out.

They had hung out at his diner a 100 times before and he was never nervous. Then again, he had always had a woman and it was never a planned get together. The other times they had hung out had been after a case or a long day at work when somehow they both ended up at his apartment.

He had spent most of the day cleaning. He wasn't quite sure how it had gotten so dirty in the six weeks since Allison Beaumont had quit cleaning up after him. He was hardly there to get it dirty and no one had been over since he was always at work. He hadn't even opened the diner once. Not that he opened it often but he tried to at least a day or two each week when he wasn't busy.

That had been the problem though. He had been too busy because he was working all the time. If had felt strange to come home last night before midnight and have time to do stuff before going to sleep.

Normally he wouldn't have bothered with trying to make the place look nice. It was after all, a small one-bedroom hovel in the back of a dilapidated diner but Casey was coming over and although he couldn't make it into a fancy restaurant that she was no doubt accustomed to, he didn't want her to believe he was a complete slob.

That realization had dawned on him the night before as he had attempted watched television through a dust-covered screen that had him squinting to see if he was watching Mario Batali fillet a fish or Dexter Morgan chopping up his next victim. Once he dusted the TV screen he realized that he was wrong on both accounts and it saw some weird show he had never seen on the Discovery Channel.

That had caused him to take a good look at what a wreck the place was in. After taking a shower and changing the repulsive smelling sheets, which he wasn't sure how had gotten so rank since he had only been grabbing a few hours of rest on the couch here and there, he decided to call it a night and pledged to clean the rest of the place up the next day.

He had tossed and turned till around 2:30 that morning, obviously no longer use to a regular sleeping schedule then finally fallen asleep. He had miraculously slept till around 10:30 before getting up to clean.

Normally he would pick up all of his dirty clothes that were on the floor and throw them into the bottom of his closet till he got around to washing clothes. He never dusted and didn't even own a vacuum since he only had concrete floors.

For some reason though, today was different. He did all of his laundry, even washing his sheets and comforter again to make sure they were clean and smelled good. He then dusted every surface in his apartment and took the rugs that covered the floors outside to shake any dust out of them.

After making sure everything was clean and tidy, Jason Walsh went down the street to get a hair cut which he was in desperate need of but had been neglecting to do for the past few weeks. On the way home, he stopped by the bakery just down the street from his diner to pick up Casey's favorite cookies. He then went back to his apartment to get ready. It was New Year's Eve after all and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Because it's a holiday, not because I am spending it with Casey, he reminded himself for the 5th time that day.

Jason had just finished buttoning his shirt when he heard a knock on the door. He took a deep breath and glanced over the room one final time. Everything was perfect.

He opened the door to reveal the most beautiful version of his partner he had ever seen. Her hair framed her face in curly tendrils and her perfect smile of red-tented lips highlighted her perfectly white teeth. He didn't think he had ever seen Casey wear make-up before and although she was beautiful without it, the fact that she had taken time to look nice for him tonight made his heart beat even louder in his chest.

Her smiled that he had been staring at quickly turned into a grimace as she looked down to see what was wrong with her. "Do I have something on my face?" she questioned, knowing full well that she didn't as she had checked once again before getting out of her vehicle but wondered why her partner was staring at her with a goofy grin on his face.

"No." Jason stammered, trying to pull himself together, "I'm sorry, you just….you just look amazing."

Casey blushed but smiled back at her partner. "Thanks. Can I come in?" She shivered a little from the cold air as she pulled her coat closer to her body.

"Yeah of course. I'm sorry." Jason moved aside to let her in. "Can I take your coat?" he asked as he closed the door and stepped up behind her.

Casey nodded, "Aren't you being quite the gentleman."

Jason rolled his eyes but helped her remove her coat. He audibly gasped when he saw what she was wearing. His eyes made his way from the cherry red straps covering her shoulders down to her small waist and then to her legs that looked exceptionally long in the black high heels she was wearing. When she turned around to look at him he almost lost it.

The front of her dress was even better than the back and he took a quick breath to keep control of his body. The red material created a v-neck revealing only a hint of cleavage and a silk black belt circled just under her breasts.

The knee-length cocktail dress was definitely more elegant than the last dress he had seen her in when she had been pretending to be a hooker. Casey smiled at the 'deer caught in headlights' look that Jason was giving her and appraised him for the first time since she had walked in.

He was wearing a black button up shirt with dark jeans and black boots. He had shaved the god-awful goatee he had been supporting for the past two weeks and had obviously gotten his hair cut since she had seen him the day before. The dark circles under his eyes were a little less noticeable today and she knew he had gotten at least some sleep the night before.

She hadn't noticed that she was now the one with the zone out look on her face until Jason smiled and said, "You clean up nice Shraeger."

"Thanks Walsh, you're not so bad yourself." She laughed. "I didn't know what I should wear but I figured since it was New Years Eve that I'd dress nice."

"No, I'm glad. You look amazing." He looked from her eyes to her lips, suddenly noticing how close they were standing to each other.

Casey blushed for what seemed like the 100th time in the last 10 minutes, "thanks." What the heck is wrong with me, I'm the color of my dress. I hardly ever blush! He is the only one that can do that to me.

Walsh then noticed that she had a bag with her that contained two bottles. "Champagne?" he questioned.

"Um yeah, it's kind of a thing I have to do on New Years. I always have a couple glasses after the count down. Do you have someplace to put it?"

"No problem." Jason took the bag out of her hand, pausing when his hand slid against her smooth skin. He smiled and took the champagne back to the fridge in the diner.

Casey followed behind, re-familiarizing herself with her surroundings. She hadn't been there in weeks and was surprised when she realized that she had actually missed the place.

"It was weird coming over here tonight. I passed like 50 cop cars on the way over. Strange not to be working tonight."

"I know." Jason agreed. "I went out for a little while earlier and already saw a wreck. I almost stopped to help but then remembered what the Chief had said and didn't want to piss him off. Looked like they had it just about wrapped up anyway."

Casey nodded. "It's weird he wouldn't let us work. No one even asked to trade with me and I know that Nicole had some big party planned so I'm surprised Alvarez didn't force one of us to trade him."

"I asked him about it and he said that he would love to have the night off but was under strict orders not to trade shifts with me. Guess Brown wasn't lying." Jason shrugged.

"Weird. So I'm starving, when will the pizza be here?" Casey asked as she hopped up on one of the barstools.

"In about 20 minutes. I told them to have it here by 9." Jason handed her a beer and took a seat next to her.

"So what do you want to do till the pizza gets here?" she questioned her partner.

Jason smiled and stood up taking Casey's hand, "How about…" before he could finish there was a knock on the door, "hold that thought. I will be right back." He released her hand and headed towards the front door of the diner.

So? What'd you think? Please review!!!

P.S. I also plan on updating my other story soon!