I'm Living Again, Awake and Alive (XII)
"Well, Achilles, looks like we're all alone." Casey looked down at the German shepherd, looking up at her, tongue hanging out of his mouth, tail wagging happily. "Don't look so happy about it."
About a week ago, Silas had picked her up from the DA's office and brought her to a friend who bred guard dogs (including German shepherds) where they picked up the lovable mutt, just in time for the business trip Silas had to take down to Quantico to lecture a group of FBI trainees.
And guess what day he left on? That's right; it was Casey's birthday. He wasn't even there when she woke up, as he left at around fourish.
Sure he went to conferences and gave lectures in the tri-state area, but this time he was going to be gone for a week. She told him she wasn't mad at, just… disappointed. She was looking forward to dinner at their favorite restaurant, coming home and watching some John Wayne movie, and then make love, all night long.
Casey made her way over to the island and picked up a menu for Chinese delivery. "So, what do you want?"
Achilles just kept staring at her with his big brown eyes. "Can dogs have eggrolls?" Casey frowned. "I hear the Chinese used to eat dogs." The dog cocked his head to the side. "Ok, no dog for you. I hope you like John Wayne as much as your daddy does. At least you two are here to celebrate my birthday."
A little while later, she and Achilles were both sitting on the couch, Achilles chewing on a large T-bone that Maurice had given the couple the last time they had gone out and Casey eating some chicken noodle thing, getting ready to watch The Searchers.
They had just made it through the opening credits, when the phone rang.
Caller ID read, 'Silas Shag'; she eagerly pressed the answer button. "Hello?"
"Hey gorgeous." She could feel his smile, even over the phone. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks." She smiled back, even though neither of them could see the other. "How was Quantico?"
"Stuffy as ever. Those trainees, whoah! So quiet the whole lecture, you could've heard a pin drop in New Orleans. Hopefully tomorrow's group won't be as bad."
"Did you do start off with the Lipstick Killer?"
"Yeah, usually that gets them talking, but I think I scared them too much."
"You should work on that."
She heard him chuckle over the line. "How was your day?"
"Good…" Casey poked at her Chinese. "It would have been better if I could have come home to you and your cooking."
"I know, baby," She heard a note of sadness in his voice. "I wish I was home, so I could take you in my arms, kiss you, make love to every inch of your glorious body…"
Casey felt her cheeks grow red, even though it was just her and her dog. "You're still on company time, so it wouldn't be a very good idea to be having phone sex right now…"
"You're no fun."
"Lawyers never are."
"Especially the old, crabby ones."
"Hey! I'm not that old!"
"Says the women who's convinced I've got some grey when we're the exact same age."
"That's different."
Silas let out a little snort. "So, what are your plans for the evening?"
"Well, Achilles and I were just about to start The Searchers, when you interrupted us."
"Ah, one of my favorites. And give Achilles a nice behind-the-ear scratch for me."
Casey reached over to the furry blob and gave him a few scratches behind the ear. "Daddy says hi."
Achilles looked at Casey for a second, then returned to his bone.
"He says hi back." Casey reported.
Silas let out a chuckle. "As fun as your evening sounds, I was expecting you to party it up with the girls tonight."
"No, I really just wanted to spend tonight with you."
Next to her, Achilles' ears perked up; a second later there was a knock at the door. "Hang on one second, someone's at the door."
Achilles stood up and jogged for the door, Casey on his heels.
"Alright." She lowered the phone and walked to the door.
The person knocked again, this time much louder. "Coming! I'm coming! Geeze…"
She looked through the peephole and saw a badge. Police? If it was Olivia or Elliot coming to check on her she was going to kill them…
Casey opened the door; as soon as she saw the person standing there, her jaw dropped.
"Casey Novak," Silas attempted to say in his best cop voice, but smiled anyway. "You are under arrest for not having fun on your birthday. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to-"
Casey flung herself at Silas, almost knocking them both over. Next to them, Achilles was wagging his tail, happy to see both of his owners happy again.
She had wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands on her hips. "Do you understand your rights as they have been read to you?"
"I'm a lawyer, you idiot! Of course I know my rights!" She kissed him. "I thought you were in-?"
"I actually did have a conference, but it was just in Jersey, but Elliot told me to make it more interesting, and surprise you like this." Silas smiled. "And it worked; you look so happy right now."
"I'm going to kill him later." She pulled him into the apartment. "You both suck." She was trying to be angry, but she couldn't; just having him here right now was amazing.
He tossed his jacket on a chair, and pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "Your birthday present, madam…"
Casey took the envelope and opened it, two slips of paper falling out. "Two tickets to the Jets, Saints game outer-conference game, here in New York. Private box." She smiled at Silas. "More rich bastard connections?"
"I know the owner of the Saints, and I'm friends with a few of the players and coaches." Silas shrugged.
"Thank you." She kissed him "So much, I love it."
Silas glanced down at his dog. "I didn't forget about you…" He reached into the other pocket, pulled out a rubber bone, and give it a little squeeze; Achilles started jumping up and down, excited about his new toy.
With a flick of his wrist, Silas sent it sailing across the room and the dog bounded after it.
As soon as Achilles was out of sight, Silas pulled Casey into their room, kissing her and nipping at the pulse point in her neck, smirking at the small noises her was extracting from her. "You'll get the rest of your presents later." he murmured as he kicked the door shut.
"More presents-?" He silenced her with his lips on hers.
"Yes, of course there are more presents! What kind of rich bastard boyfriend would I be if I didn't shower you with presents?" He asked between kisses. "Any who… You'll get them all later after I make good on my promise."
"Mhm… what promise?"
"That I'm going to make love to every inch of your glorious body."
Casey smiled. "I think that's going to be my favorite birthday present…"
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I did like VampirePrincess' idea of naming the dog Achilles. I am quite the Iliad freak myself, and while Achilles isn't my favorite Homeric character, I'll suck it up and give the fans what they want. Sorry Detective Mariam, as much of a Scooby fan as I am, I don't think the eloquent Mr. Shag would have named his dog after a cartoon character… REVIEWS! DO IT, DO IT NOW!
