A/N: I've really enjoyed writing this story and all of the wonderful people who have kept up with it. Thank you AthenaMay24 and Debbydq for your continued support. I love Chris Young's music and I finally had a way to show. I LOVE LOVE LOVE The Librarians and I can't wait for season three! Goodbye for now LIT's
Earlier that night, when Cassandra and Henry had left the diner, Cassandra thought about their relationship. There was still a question Cassandra had never bothered to ask.
Pulling up to her house, Henry cut the engine and got out of his car. Cassandra got out and led the way to her door. On the porch, she stopped and looked up at Henry. "Can I ask you a question?"
"What is it, Cassandra?" Henry furrowed his brows.
"Why did you break up with me the first time?" Her question caught him off guard.
Henry stared at her blankly with no idea of what to say. "Why does it matter?"
"I just want to know." Cassandra stated.
"It's not important. All that matters is that we are together now." Henry tried to loop his arms around her but Cassandra pulled away.
"Just tell me why you broke up with me over a text!" Cassandra demanded.
"I was tired of you talking about that guy you work with!"
"What? Jake?" She asked.
"Yes! You wouldn't shut up about him. I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke up with you. I sent you a text because I didn't want to see your reaction. I know that was a terrible way to break up with you, and I am sorry." Henry finished his explanation.
Cassandra thought over his answer. Before she even knew she liked Jake, it was obvious to those around her that she liked Jake. Apparently, she had talked about him a lot, so why hadn't she figured it out sooner? Suddenly, the question that had been bothering her all night became easy. She wanted Jake. "Henry, thank you for being honest. I'm sorry, but I'm breaking up with you."
"What?" Henry asked surprised.
"You said it yourself. I talk about Jake too much. And I hate how you snapped at me in the diner and treated me like a little kid." Cassandra opened her front door.
"Cassandra, wait." Henry tried to stop her.
"Goodnight, Henry." Cassandra slammed the door on him and on their relationship.
"Hello."
"Jake," Cassandra tried not to sound nervous.
"Cassandra? It's really late." Jake replied. Secretly she was glad she called. He had missed her.
"Yeah, sorry, but this couldn't wait till tomorrow." Cassandra bit her lip.
"What's wrong?" Jake attempted to hide the worry in his voice.
"I was wrong. I should never have broken up with you. I thought us dating would've been inappropriate because we work together, and I thought you were only trying to make me feel better after Henry, but I realized you actually cared for me. Henry told me that he broke up with me the first time because I talked about you too much." Cassandra told him.
"I do care about you, Cassie. You're a valuable member to our team." Jake acknowledged.
"No, you don't understand. I broke up with Henry tonight." She listened intently, hoping he would forgive her.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jake answered plainly. "You should get some sleep. Everything will be okay in the morning."
"Jake? What are you saying? You don't understand I chose you." Cassandra was in disbelief. He was supposed to agree with her and want her back as much as she wanted him.
"Goodnight, Cassandra." Jake felt the tears coming to his eyes.
"Jake! Why are you doing this?" Cassandra questioned, with tears in her eyes.
He could hear her calling his name, but he couldn't make a verbal reply. Hanging up the phone, Jake put his head in his hands.
What was he doing?
She had chosen him and he had hung up on her. The sound of her crying was echoing in his head. This wasn't Henry; he and his inability to trust people caused her tears. Then again, this was the second time she had stabbed him in the back.
But he loved her. He had always liked her, but their brief fling had made him fall in love.
Grabbing his keys, Jake rushed to his truck. He had to tell her the truth. "I'm coming over, Cassie," he thought as he drove to her house.
Standing at her door, Jake raised his fist to knock, but stopped himself. It was late at night. She was probably asleep. He was about to leave, when he gathered his strength and knocked. Surprisingly, he heard footsteps coming to the door. Then she was there – standing in front of him at one in the morning. "What are you doing here?" She asked, not hiding the anger she felt.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that Henry dumped you the first time. I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide it. I'm sorry he asked you out again and treated you badly. And I'm sorry you felt alone during all of this."
"Jake –"
"I'm sorry that you called me tonight and I didn't tell you the truth." Jake stepped closer to her. "I love you, Cassandra."
Cassandra's eyes widened in surprise, she wasn't expecting him to say that. "What?"
"I love you. I should've said it the night Henry showed up here, but I was scared. Now, I'm only scared of losing you for good." Jake looked into her blue eyes.
"I call you and you blow me off then you show up at my door saying you love me?" Cassandra crossed her arms.
"I'm sorry. I thought I knew what to trust but –"
"I get it. You've been hurt before and what I did didn't help my credibility, but Jake, I chose you. I want you and you hung up. Cassandra explained her anger.
Jake nodded his head, uncertain what to say. Without an answer, he turned and walked off her porch.
Cassandra shook her head and spoke again. "Did you not hear me, Cowboy?" Jake looked back at her as she stepped off the porch toward him. "I said I want you." Cassandra smirked up at him.
Jake was still clueless to what she was saying. "So now what?" He asked.
Cassandra looked up at him through her thick lashes, leaned in a little and said in a low voice, "Your move, Cowboy."
Jake suddenly understood. He leaned in quickly, pressing his lips to hers and cradling her head in his hands. The kiss was powerful, exhilarating and long over due.
Cassandra circled her arms around his neck while he moved his arms to wrap around her waist. Lifting her slightly off the ground, he squeezed her tightly against him.
He lowered her back to her feet and pulled away to look in her eyes. She smiled up at him. "I had you for a moment. Didn't I?" Cassandra smirked.
"Yeah, yeah, you did. How did you know I would come over?" Jake asked.
"I didn't at first, but then I thought about how you sounded on the phone. You were just as upset. If you didn't come over tonight, I would've gone to you tomorrow."
"Cassandra, I'm sorry I –" Cassandra placed a finger over Jake's mouth.
"Stop apologizing." Cassandra gave him a quick kiss. "I forgive you, but honestly, I should be begging for your forgiveness." Cassandra mover her hand to his cheek and stroked it.
"I forgave you a long time ago." Jake leaned in and kissed her again.
Cassandra was the first to pull away. "Guess what!"
"What, sweetheart?" Jake replied, tucking a strand of her hair in place.
"My favorite movie is coming on and I have popcorn." Cassandra told him.
"Is that an invitation?" He grinned.
"Yes. Just don't fall asleep this time." She jested as she walked backward toward her door.
"As I recall, you fell asleep first." Jake followed with his hands in his pockets.
Cassandra gave a non-committal laugh and stopped at her door. "Details."
"Speaking of details," Jake smiled, "I would like to know why you stabbed that goddess."
"I told you. You were in trouble and everyone else was occupied." Cassandra said.
"Oh, so you weren't jealous?" Jake asked.
"What? Jealous?" Cassandra's face turned red.
"She did ask me to be her pharaoh." Jake stepped closer and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "It's okay. You can tell me."
"Shut up," replied Cassandra as she grabbed Jake's collar and pulled him into her.
She kissed him fiercely while they stumbled into her house, with Jake barely closing the door. They fell onto the couch and Cassandra leaned back. "Maybe I was jealous." She announced with red cheeks.
"I know." Jake winked. "You get this little wrinkle in your forehead when you're upset." He traced the line with his thumb.
"How do you know these things?" Cassandra asked.
"I pay attention," he smiled, "I love you, Cassandra."
Cassandra pulled Jake to her again, kissing him softly. He wrapped his arms around her gently. She pushed him away slightly and she laughed as he grumbled a complaint. At his confused expression, Cassandra said simply, "I love you, too."
I'm comin' over, runnin' every red light
To hell with the closure - save it for another time
Try not to think about you, but it ain't workin'
Why put out a fire when it's still burnin'
Just when I think movin on is gettin closer
I'm comin' over
I'm Comin' Over by Chris Young
