Casey and Emily headed to Morgan's, Sam's fiance, bridal shower. Casey was happy to get out of the house, or rather, to get away from Derek and any other memory of him. It was a girl's night now, and that was all she was concentrated on.

"Hey guys glad you could make it." Morgan said with a smile.

Morgan wasn't pretty and wasn't ugly, she was plain as paper. Her blonde hair hung just under her chin and her green eyes only had eyeliner and mascara on. She was a bit willowy and an average height. Sam had met her his first year of college at UT; she had been in his study group.

Casey and Emily walked into the nice upscale bar that made them feel as if they were underdressed even though they were both dressed to impress.

"So where did they boys go for the bachelor party?" asked Casey.

"Some club in Montreal."

"Strip club" said Emily grabbing a glass of champagne.

Morgan smiled "I'm sure that's not where they are. Sam promised me-"

"He's a guy Morgan."

Morgan kept that same smile on her innocent face and shook her head. "I had a talk with his best man Derek..."

Her words trailed off into silence to Casey as she heard the name Derek so casually. She tried not to make a face but Morgan noticed her failed attempt.

"Casey, is something wrong?"

"Um, no..." Casey tried to think of a good save to make it seem as though the name Derek didn't make her edgy. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked as quickly as she could to avoid long pauses.

"That way to the left." Morgan pointed out. Casey was off without hesitation

"What's the matter with her?" Morgan asked Emily who was already downing her second glass of champagne.

"You don't know about her and Derek do you?" Emily asked. Morgan shook her head. "Well you better sit down for this one..."

Morgan sat down at the table where the other guest were chatting and having their own conversations. "So what happened with those two?"

Emily began:

Flashback...

"I don't know why you dragged me to this party" Casey groaned.

"Oh come on Casey, you need to get away from all that studying! Seriously, seeing you study makes me feel like a failure student."

"Well Em, you rarely study-"

"SAM!" Emily crooned. Emily had a HUGE thing for Sam, and huge meaning stand outside his window with a radio if the sprinklers wouldn't always turn on.

"Hey Em, who's your friend?" Sam eyed Casey.

Emily brought Casey closer so she could meet Sam "This is Casey, Casey McDonald."

Casey gave a polite smile and Emily finally let her walk away so she could talk to Sam even though his girlfriend was two feet away.

Casey went over to the table and grabbed a drink scanning the room for an easy get away without being seen.

"Derek stop it!" giggled a blonde girl showing more skin than Janet Jackson at the superbowl with Justin Timberlake. "No Derek..."

Casey turned around to avoid looking at this girl throw herself over some guy until....

"OW!" yelped Casey as she fell to the ground with this guy on top of her along with his drink.

"I'm so sorry." he half giggled.

Casey got up and looked down at her stained blouse. Great, the first night she decided to "let loose" she gets a drink poured on her by a guy who is clearly not in his right mind at this point. She grabbed a napkin and began rubbing the stain walking away at the same time.

"This is so gross." she half said to herself as she walked out into the hallway. She looked around at all the doors wondering which one was the restroom. Casey walked into one of them only to find it was someone else's room. She was about to walk out until someone stumbled in after her knocking her to the ground.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" the voice belonged to a guy, but Casey couldn't tell because it was dark.

When he helped her up she realized who it was.

"Do you have something against me? Did I do something to make you want to shove me to the ground everytime you see me?" barked Casey at the guy who had spilled the drink on her earlier.

"I'm sorry about before, I really am."

"What are you doing in here?"

"What are you doing in here?" the guy asked back

"I was looking for a bathroom. Now answer my question."

"I'm sort of hiding out from that one girl you saw out there..."

Casey remembered the busty blonde who was obviously not very intellectual but she didn't want to make assumptions. Suddenly, their was a knock on the door.

"Derek?" callled a female voice.

"Come here" ordered Derek taking Casey's wrist and leading her into the closet.

"What the-"

"Shh!!!" Derek whispered.

The blonde opened the door and walked in. "Der??" she asked a little to loudly. "Where the hell is that boy?" she slurred. She stumbled out of the room still keeping her balance. For a girl who was drunk, she was still pretty graceful in stilletoes.

Derek and Casey were pressed against one another in the closet with his arms around her bringing her close to his chest. Their heartbeats were in sync thumpthump...thumpthump... Casey felt the warmth from his body against her and she didn't want to pull away. She didn't; he did.

"I'm sorry about that, and the drink, and knocking you down-"

"Don't" Casey interrupted. "It's fine." she began to walk out the door until her grabbed her arm and pulled her back into him.

Before she could pull herself away his lips were on hers gently pressing. It wasn't a forceful kiss but it was one that was in control and Casey could feel it throughout her entire body like a livewire had touched her lips instead of this guy.

Casey knew she should pull away but was weak to do so. Eventually the kiss ended after a few seconds but Casey didn't want it to.

"Wait, why did you stop?" she wanted to ask but held her toungue.

The next words out of his mouth was not what she expected "I'm Derek. Derek Venturi."

Casey half smiled then turned to leave. He stopped her again but this time not by grabbing her wrist again. "What's your name?"

Casey turned back to him and smiled. "Maybe you'll find out next time." then she opened the door and left.

Everyone woman at the shower was listening to Emily's story intently, as if it was an episode of grey's anatomy and Dr. Sloane had just walked out of the shower in his towel.

"So, Casey and Derek were together?" asked Morgan

Emily nodded. "You could say that."

"What happened next?" asked a portly woman who was not even a guest at the shower.

"Guys?" Casey called finally coming out of the bathroom. "What are you talking about?"

The woman immediantly scattered back to their seats acting as if nothing had happpened.

"Nothing" Emily grinned drinking her third glass of champagne.

"Nothing" Morgan poorly lied.

Casey grinned a nervous grin and sat down at her seat brushing off the weird vibe of the room on her return.