SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS

JamForever: As of right now, there are no plans for Casey and Sam to meet.

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Flashpoint belongs to Ava Mar, Media Bell, Mark Ellis, and Pink Sky. Life with Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own the plot. Because this has been asked a lot, I have no plans for Sam and Casey to meet in this fic. It's called Letters for a reason. And I don't know if I'll ever write a fic in which they'll meet. At this time, I don't intend to write a sequel to this.

Sam collapsed onto his bed, placing his gun next to him. So tired, he thought to himself. They had been out for hours and he was glad to be back. It had been one hell of a mission and he just wanted to rest. Was it too much to ask? Maybe, but it was how he was feeling at the moment. He closed his eyes. Sleep. He just needed some sleep. Hearing footsteps, he quickly opened his eyes and reached for the gun.

"Easy, Buddy. Just bringing in the mail," Matt told him.

"Ah. So that's where you disappeared to," Sam commented as his lips curved into a grin.

"Yup," the other man confirmed.

"So what've we got?" he wondered and a small pile of letters was given to him, causing him to grin. Love getting letters. Yeah, the e-mails are great, but I still love getting letters that I can hold, he thought to himself. Okay, who had given him snail mail? His grin grew as he noticed letters from his parents and sister. He opened them and leaned back as he read them. Okay, they're doing good. That's great, he thought to himself. It sounded like Natalie needed a good wakeup call, but that wasn't really anything he could take care of at the moment, so he would have to let that play out on its own…unfortunately. Okay, the other letter. The one from Casey. Smiling, he picked it up, opened it, and made himself comfortable as he started perusing the letter.

Hey Sammo. Things are going pretty good here. Mom, Lizzie, and I are settling into a routine, and I think Mom's thinking about dating again.

Whoa. I wonder how she feels about that, he thought to himself. While his own parents were very much in love, he could just imagine how hard it must've been for Casey to imagine her mother or her father with someone else.

Not really sure how I feel about it. Intellectually, I know they're never getting back together, but there's still a part of me that hopes that they do. On the other hand, I want her to be happy. She deserves to be happy.

Tough situation, Sam thought again. He couldn't even imagine what she and Lizzie were going through. If anything had driven his parents apart, he would've been devastated. And to be honest, if anything was going to accomplish that, it would've been Vickie's death. Thankfully, it hadn't. No, instead, they had all buried their grief and had tried to pretend like everything was business as usual. Not that that was any better, but he knew that it had been his father's way of coping. Honestly, it had taken him years of therapy to see that. And yes, he had gone to therapy. Not that his parent knew this. Well, as far as he knew anyway. Thank goodness for school grief counselors. Granted, it had been pretty hard having to do explain what happened all over again when he switched schools, but the therapy had actually helped. Okay, he was getting off topic here. He was supposed to be reading Casey's letter, not getting lost in bad memories.

And if she's happy, then I'm happy. I just…I don't know what to think. It's weird imagining her dating, or even Dad. They're my parents and sometimes I just want things back to the way they were before they started fighting. We were happy then. Sometimes I want that back.

Sam's eyes clouded as he read the letter. She sounds really down, he thought to himself. And he hated that. Casey was usually so upbeat. He didn't want her getting down in the dumps. Well, it looked like he had some writing to do…