A/N: Bargain chapter! I'm being allowed to post this because I was a good girl today and didn't run from the thermometer like usual, lol. Lucky me!

Tripperz: No, not cute. Angie is a demon cat, I swear. And our other cat is a kitten, and her name is Sasha. But we do have a German Shepherd we named Stephanie ;)

Anyhow, you guys wanted Alex's POV on WTF happened in last chapter so here it is! Enjoy my lovelies!

Alex POV

"Selfish?! Okay I don't know who you think you are, but I am NOT selfish!"

"Yes you are. When you went shopping with your friends yesterday you spent over a thousand dollars on clothes and over two thousand on shoes. I've seen your closet when I was running a mandatory walkthrough, and at least half of your clothes still have the tags on them because you've never even worn them. You buy really expensive clothes and shoes and don't even bother to wear them. You do that, and then there are children in countries like Swaziland who don't even HAVE shoes or clean clothes everyday. You're selfish and you're spoiled rotten. Excuse my langue but frankly Casey, you're a brat too. Everything has always been handed down to you and you've never had to lift a finger. You need to realize that you can't just whine to get what you want."

Okay, so I have to admit, obviously my brain has not caught up to my mouth because everything that's coming out is like word vomit. I'm not upset with Casey, but I have no idea why I'm saying these things to her; out loud. It's just how I feel about it though. She is a little selfish, and it's not fair of her to act the way she does when there are millions of struggling children all over the world. Call me cliché, but I just thing that it's selfish.

Judging by the way that she's looking at me, I realize that I've probably crossed a huge line that I shouldn't have. I mean, this girl can have my job and then some so I really shouldn't even think about talking to her like this. Like I said, it was just word vomit.

Her beautiful emerald green eyes are staring into me angrily and I would be lying if I said that I'm not a little shunned down by the look that she's giving me. After all, I'm the one who kind of went off on her for no apparent reason at all.

I'm just starting to consider how my apology is going to go when she quickly lunges forward and crashes her lips dead on against my own. That's right, she kisses me. And it isn't a soft innocent kiss either. It's a kiss that displays all of her anger and frustrations with me but it's still a kiss.

The kiss takes me completely off guard and for a moment I lose all sense of rationality and my legs turn to jelly. I stumble back a step or two and that only seems to egg her on because she kisses me deeper. Here I am, wide eyed and confused as the presidential daughter has her lips on my own.

When I am just about to put separation between the two of us, she lightly drags my bottom lip between her teeth before pulling away completely. She's looking at me like she's pleased with what she's just done, but also with a challenging expression as if she's daring me to say something, not even shy about the obvious glint of smugness in her eyes.

I back away from her and shake my head before I push past her and leave her standing completely speechless without my presence. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I sure as hell can't stay in there. I rush to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind me to make sure that there is absolutely no chance of anyone coming in here.

I grip the counter so hard that my knuckles are turning white, and I stand completely stationary for a long moment as I try to calm my breathing. What the fuck just happened? No, I know what the fuck just happened, Casey freaking Novak just kissed me, that's what happened. There's no need to play this ridiculous game of 'oh my god, am I dreaming' because I am very well aware of what just happened.

Typically, when someone is kissed by the person that they see as the axis in which their entire world revolves, they would be over the top enthusiastic. They would be giddily happy, and jumping for joy, bouncing off walls, all of that cliché stuff that happens when they say the object of your affections kisses you. But not me. That is most definitely far from what I'm feeling right now. In fact, if I'm honest with myself, I would even go as far to say that I'm a little sad.

Why am I sad? I know, it seems ridiculous to seem sad right? But alas, I'm sad, simply because I'm not an idiot. I'm a college graduate who has a college degree and education so as I said before; I am not an idiot.

I can tell just by the intensity of the kiss that it meant absolutely nothing to Casey like it probably should have meant to me. She was upset with me, that much was a little more than obvious. I can tell by the way that she looked at me before and after she kissed me that she did it out of anger in a ruthless attempt to get some sort of rise out of me.

Thus brings me to the explanation of why I am upset. It's not fair. That's why I'm upset. It's just not fair of her to kiss me like that when she's just doing it out of smugness just so she can crudely gain the upper hand. Granted, I can blame her completely because she has absolutely no idea of my feelings and my feelings for her, but it still isn't fair.

How I feel about her…I can't even explain how I feel anymore. I mean, at first it was a crush, but now I feel like it's starting to grow into more than that and I can't do anything to stop it. Every time she's even in the room my heart starts beating in double time, and every time I look at her I literally feel like my breath has been taken away. Whenever I see her smile, I can't help but think of how I want to be the one that puts that smile on her face. I want to be the one to make her laugh or make her blush when I compliment her. I want to be the one to take her to dinner, or put my arm around her during a movie, or hold her hand when we just feel like taking an evening walk. I want to kiss her, and hold her and…all of this is just really stupid isn't it?

None of that can ever happen. I may be describing my dream, but my dreams are someone else's reality. I could never be what Casey needs. Hell, she doesn't even like me to begin with anyway, but I could never be what she needs. I'm not a millionaire, or a supermodel, or a movie star, or even someone with a relatively high grossing job. I'm just regular, and Casey doesn't like regular.

What could she ever want with me? She could never want anything to do with me like that. I'd be lucky if I'm even worthy enough for her friendship let alone even have the chance for a relationship with her. I'm too 'awkward' for her. That's what I'm sure she would say if she new my thoughts and feelings for her. I heard her telling her friends about how awkward and strange and weird she thinks I am.

All of this is just totally pointless simply because she already has everything she could ever need or want if not more. She wouldn't need me for anything. Not to mention the fact that I'm sure it would be inappropriate, and I would probably lose my job. I'm supposed to be her bodyguard, and I guess a part of me would feel that I'm somehow taking advantage of her.

I've never really been the best with stuff like this. As I mentioned before, back when I was in New York, I did have kind of a crush on Abbie. I mean, it was stupid, but yeah, I did. I'd make excuses to go to her office, like if we needed a warrant or something, I was always the first one to volunteer to go ask the ADA. I'd take her coffee or breakfast sometimes, ya know, any excuse to get to see her or something. In all honesty I don't think she really caught on to my slight, ah, infatuation for lack of a better term. It's a good thing though because I quickly realized that I was chasing a locomotive on a tricycle and I realized that she was way too good for me. And in all honesty, as much as I loved pushing Abbie's buttons, I would never want her to lower her standards. "Fuck," I utter quietly to myself as I continue to stare into the sink in front of me. How am I supposed to look at Casey after today? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to play it off like nothing ever happened? Am I supposed to go up to her and talk about it? I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to do, and even a lesser idea of what I want to do. I feel like I'm supposed to be upset with her, but I'm not. I'm just upset about what she did. It confused me. A lot. Well no, I take that back, it didn't confuse me, it hurt and it hurt because I basically felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff looking down at what I can't have. I got to feel what it was like to be kissed by her, and it's all because she wanted something completely different. Not because she feels something for me, or she wants us to be together like I do.

If you look at it closely this kinda feels like a fairytale. There's the gorgeous princess who has everything she needs and can have anything and everyone she wants, and then there's me; the sad loser who falls for the beautiful princess. Although, after today, I feel like I've fallen and I'm not sure if I can get up.

I didn't mean to ruin her date with Avery, honestly I didn't. I just…I felt so jealous at seeing her sitting there laughing and making Casey smile and talking about future plans and everything else there was that I could be jealous about. I hadn't realized I was glaring and I really didn't mean to make Avery uncomfortable. I feel really bad about it now that I think about it.

I sigh audibly before I regain some of my composure and most of my dignity before I exit the bathroom. From there on, I move on autopilot when I shower and redress myself to continue on with the day. As I'm putting on my belt and re-clipping my gun to my holster, I can't help but silently pray that Casey doesn't have anything she wants to do today. I'm not sure if I can face her.

Obviously the forces of nature are not on my side because as soon as I finish making myself a lot more presentable; I see her walking towards me. Great. She approaches me and folds her arms and that typical defiant manner of hers.

"I was looking for you. Where'd you run off to?" she asks tilting her head to the side in question.

"Shower." I murmurs, angling my gaze towards my shoes.

"Right, well, I'm meeting Avery for lunch today, and as usual I want to be on time." She says before gets ready to walk away. What? That's it? She's just gonna pretend like nothing happened?

I swallow my nervousness and look up at her retreating form to call after her. "Um, Casey?" I call out, my voice coming out a lot more confident than I had planned, not that I'm complaining. "What…what happened back there?"

She turns around and frowns at me in confusion as if I just asked her if her hair was red. "What do you mean?"

"You, ah, y-you kissed me. Why?" I stutter out. Well, so much for that confidence I found before.

Casey only gives me a small nonchalant shrug in response. "It was nothing really. You made me angry and I wanted to make sure you stopped talking. Plus, I wanted to see you get mad. How come you never get mad? You're always so…calm, about everything. I mean, I realize that as an agent you have to be skilled in a crisis or whatever, but you're calmer than any other agent I've seen. It's like nothing ever bothers you. So yeah, that's why. It didn't really mean anything if that's what you were wondering."

I sigh internally and put my hands in my pockets. "Of course not, why would it? I mean, what better way than to piss someone off by kissing them right?" I chuckle.

"Yeah, right, whatever. Anyway, like I said, don't make me late to my lunch with Avery." She says flatly before actually leaving me this time.

I sigh out loud this time and lean my back against a way. Why do I do that? Why do I turn into a fool around her? Shit, I think I've actually fallen in love with her, that's why I'm a fool around her.

I, Alexandra Cabot, have fallen in love with the president's daughter.

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