Disclaimer: I don't own Sammy, or Casey. WVD does. I own Camereon, and Zack, (who's name is mentioned once) but that's it. Sadly, I really own no one important. Eh, I take that back...Camereon's pretty important...whatever. Just read the story, and review. You really don't have to listen to my ranting over who I own and don't own...


A, B, Skip a Few, Y, Z

Gun

Casey's POV


She keeps it in a safe, along with her FBI badge. It's black, with a sliver trigger, like most guns, but this gun is different. This gun, is Sammy's gun, and it looks really good on her when she wears her holster. She takes it as often as she can, she's never told me, nor showed me, but I know that she slips it into the baby's bag, especially when she's working on a big case. Being only a few months old, Camereon doesn't know anything, especially if a gun is in her bag because her momma wants to take care of her, but I know. I know that Sammy takes it with her to protect our girl.

She doesn't like when I touch her gun.

"Casey, what are you doing with my gun?" She'll say, and I look up from the concentration that keeps me looking at the weapon.

"How does this thing unlock?" I ask, and would be rewarded with a laugh,

"I love you, but give it back." and I always end up handing the dangerous weapon back over.

Sometimes, I'd pull Camereon out of daycare so that she could come with me and her mommy for lunch. When we'd arrive at the FBI agency, we'd ask where she was, and be told by Zack that she was practicing her aim out in the practice field. I love watching her practice. She concentrates hard, then carefully pulls the trigger. Then she'll watch. Watch as the bullet erupts from the weapon, zooms through the air, and- normally-hits a bulls eye.

She'll shoot all of the bullets in the gun, until she realizes that they're all gone, every time watching the bullet hit the moving target. When all of her bullets are gone, she'll carefully pull off her earphones, then go and inspect how close she got to the bulls eye. When satisfied, she walks inside, and when she sees us, she smiles.

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?" She always asks, and I always smile back, kissing her lips before responding with a shrug. I always respond the same way.

"I like to watch you." She'll look up from where she's playing with Camereon, then chuckle and roll her eyes. She then always proceeds to fill her gun up with bullets, tuck it back in her holister, (which is under her blazer) and lock it.

Whenever she catches me staring at her when she's putting her bullets in, or locking it, she'll stop what she's doing, look at me with a smirk, and inquire,

"What?" causing me to chuckle, wrap my arms around her, and say,

"Nothing." then kiss her lips and let go.

She has a gun. Sure, she got it for work, but since she uses it to protect Camereon too, I think I should have one, too.

"Sammy...Shouldn't I get a gun, too? I mean, to protect Camereon and everything." She shakes her head with an over-dramatic sigh.

"No. Lawyers don't need guns, Casey. Besides, I can protect Camereon. She's with me most of the time anyway." She replies,

"Lawyers so need guns! That is so racist!" I'd object, earning a raised eyebrow.

"Racist? Casey, you don't need a gun." Then she'd kiss my lips so convincingly it hurt, "Besides, that's what I'm here for, right?" then she'd kiss me again, the same convincing kiss. "If you really want a gun, you can get a water gun." And the same mischievous twinkle would enlighten her eyes.


Today we were going to the zoo with our ecstatic 2 year old girl, and while I watched Sammy pack some snacks in a bag, I saw her slip her gun in, too. When she saw me watching her, she smiled.

She was just taking care of our family, with her gun.


So, this one you can only thank myself for, because I only received one review, and it didn't have any suggestions, so I decided to start thinking for something for G. I wouldn't actually update until I had some suggestions, but...I'm becoming addicted to writing. :)

And Steph, I'm super sorry! I don't know why, but I think Fanfiction is acting up. I tried to look at that chapter after I saw your review, but it wouldn't let me. I tried, like, five minutes later, and it worked. Five minutes later, it wouldn't let me see it again. :( So I re-published that chapter, so hopefully now it'll work. I think, and hope it will. :/

What'd you guys think of this chapter? It's a bit differently written...hopefully you guys will like. I'm not sure if I got all of the tenses right... But tell me yourselves! Send me a review! Maybe with some 'H' suggestions...?

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Cammygrl