Look at this, didn't make you wait long for the update :) Hope you enjoy it! I jump ahead in time a little.

Alex's POV

When I get home from work, I find my wife unloading the dishwasher in the kitchen. She greets me with a smile as I slide up behind her and put my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Hey, baby. How was work?"

"It was good; how was your day?" she answers, turning right around in my arms so she can look at me. I never tire of looking at her; she's so beautiful. She got her hair trimmed a couple days ago and I love the way that her bangs are too short to tuck behind her ears now and they fall in her face. She's always brushing them away and I get to see the cute freckles on her nose as she frowns in frustration.

When we finally break apart, she goes back to unloading the dishwasher and I go into our bedroom to change out of my 'court clothes,' as Casey calls them. As soon as I enter our bedroom, a smile spreads across my face.

There's a white envelope on the bed with a single white rose lying on top of it. I lean down and pick up the rose, inhaling the sweet scent. My smile grows wider as I reach down and finger the envelope. It has my name scrolled across the front, in Casey's handwriting. I instantly know what it is; it's my weekly letter. We will cuddle tonight and read it together.

Casey resumed writing her weekly letters to me shortly after Jenna's trial, nearly three months ago. It was a really, really tough time for her. I was afraid I was going to lose her to depression again. Casey's name was all over the press while Jenna got to walk free. We secured a restraining order for Casey against Jenna and have thus far had no issues. She was charged with assault for my attack, but she was let off in exchange for entering a psychiatric hospital for ninety days. She is being treated for "severe psychological damage" stemming from what she claimed happened with Casey. Her scumbag attorney was able to again convince a separate judge that Jenna was the victim.

I haven't looked at justice in the same light since. I don't think I ever will. That's a dangerous thing for the District Attorney; justice is what you are supposed to live and breathe for. And it used to be. I used to swear by and uphold the law at the expense of everything else. But justice has let me down. It made my wife suffer unnecessarily be painted the bad guy when she was in fact the victim. It let a rapist walk free, with virtually no punishment for what she had done.

Despite everything, Casey came through it all right. She continued her therapy and her medication, and I made sure she knew I was always available to talk. Olivia and Amanda often came over to spend time with her on the rare occasion that I would have to work late or go to a weekend meeting. I have confidence she will never go to that dark place again. She has people in her life who love her dearly, and she knows this. It's not just me; it's our friends, her father, and my parents. Everyone adores Casey, and everyone believes in her. She hasn't taken any time off work since the trial, and she's been doing wonderfully. I've gone to her office to visit her a few times. I love seeing her in action; she's so confident in herself. That's something I thought I would never see again, and it makes me tear up any time I think of it.

Our relationship is as good as ever. Casey started writing the letters again because she said it's therapeutic for her. I'm so happy she did; every letter is sweeter than the one before it.

When I get re-dressed and head back out into the kitchen, Casey is still unloading the dishwasher. She grins at me when she sees me clutching the rose. "Who is that from?"

I take another whiff of it and approach Casey, teasingly rubbing the rose against her neck. "My girlfriend."

Casey raises her eyebrows. "Really? Wow, she's brazen; leaving a rose for you while your wife is home."

I grin right back. "Yeah, she's kind of like that. She's a redhead and kind of a spitfire." I lean in and kiss her lips. "Thank you, baby. I see I have a new letter too."

"You didn't read it yet, did you?"

"Of course not. I know better." Casey leans down to get more plates from the dishwasher, and I place my hand on her arm to stop her. "I'll help you with this in a bit. But right now, I have something on my mind. Can we sit and talk?"

Casey immediately straightens up. She closes the dishwasher and nods at me. I can tell she's feeling uneasy at the suggestion of talking. She's afraid something is wrong.

We go into the living room and sit down. Blaze immediately jumps up on the couch, lying right between us, demanding my attention. Casey laughs. "Looks like he missed you. I already walked him so don't let him lie to you."

"I wouldn't believe him anyway," I tell her, stroking Blaze's soft fur. He really is a good dog. I hadn't even wanted a dog, but I'm glad we have him. He's been therapeutic for Casey, that's for sure. And I'm glad he is always here with her. He's a good protector and I don't have to worry so much on the rare occasions when I have to work late.

"What did you want to talk about?" Casey asks, getting right to the point. She has her hands nervously balled up together, so I reach out and pry them apart, taking one of them gently. This seems to relax her.

"Do you think that Senator Palmer would have a place for you in the DC office? Do you think your job here in the state could maybe carry over?"

Casey frowns a bit. "I'm sure we could work something out. Why?"

"I've been thinking maybe it's time for a change. I know we talked about this before, briefly…but, living in a new city may be good for us. Away from everything. The way your career is heading, we'll end up that way eventually anyway." Casey doesn't look as excited as I am about the idea. "It's just something I wanted to discuss; we don't have to make any decisions right now."

"Is this because Jenna is getting out in a couple weeks? I have that restraining order. Alex, I can't let her rule my life anymore. I won't live in fear because of her. We don't need to run away. Why should we have to?"

Jenna is only part of the reason I want to move, and I want to make sure Casey knows it. "She's not the reason, Casey. I know this is our home and where our friends are…" I look around the house. "I know we just bought this house. But after everything that's happened, I'm not feeling it like I used to. I'm not feeling my job anymore. It would be nice to make a fresh start, for us both. You are so good at your job. You know you have a career. And I could easily find something."

I can tell she's thinking about, but she's not completely convinced. "It would be nice, but it's such a big decision. I really love our house. And we would miss our friends…"

"There are pros and cons, just like with everything else. Which is why I said we could talk about it, not make any decisions yet."

Casey nods. "Okay. I'm open to talking about it. I'll talk to the Senator tomorrow to see if me working out there permanently is even a possibility. And then we will go from there?"

I smile. That's all I want; for me and Casey to be together and to make decisions together. I lean forward to kiss her but she kisses me before I have the chance. "Thank you, baby. You're pretty great."

We rest our foreheads together and gaze into each other's eyes and then Casey says, "So are you."

Casey's POV

It's 3 AM and I should be sound asleep right now, as my alarm is going to scream at me in three hours. Alex is lying across my chest, her blonde hair splayed out around her head like a halo. She has been asleep for hours, and her even breathing tells me she is still asleep.

I've been thinking about the prospect of moving to Washington, DC since Alex brought it up earlier this evening. There are so many reasons I want to do it, and so many reasons why I don't want to do it.

Alex doesn't want to do this for herself. She never wants to do anything for herself. She always thinks of me first, in every action she takes. I know that's how it's supposed to be in a marriage, but Alex never thinks of herself. I know she is telling the truth about her job. I can see it in her eyes that she no longer feels the same way about it. But there is plenty she can do around this area. She could make a big difference.

What happened with Jenna has a lot of bearing on Alex bringing up this idea, even though she won't say it. I was smeared in the press, even Alex got bad press. We dealt with it as it came along. It was incredibly hard walking into the DA's office to visit Alex at work after the trial; in fact, it still is. Hell, it was hard going to the grocery during and after the trial. But all that is behind us. We both put it in the past and that's where I want to leave it. I don't want to change my life because of the stupid actions of one person.

Am I scared about Jenna being released from the psychiatric hospital? Of course. I have a restraining order against her, but the law doesn't seem to interest Jenna. I know we could very well see her again. She may not be done trying to destroy us. But I refuse to let my mind go there. I won't live my life that way. I spent too much of it hating myself because of that woman. She's not getting another second of my time.

Alex has always been so selfless when it comes to me. I remember back to the time I went to the doctor for my persistent headaches and they had sent me for an MRI. Sitting in the waiting room with Alex, waiting for my appointment to discuss the results was one of the most nerve-wracking days of my life. In fact, I remember it like it was yesterday.

My leg won't stop shaking and my nerves are to blame. Just as they are to blame for the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach right now.

Alex places her hand on my knee, and my leg immediately ceases its movement. She smiles warmly at me but her smile is different this time. It doesn't reach her whole face. She can't disguise the worry etched into her beautiful face. Her worry for me.

"I'm scared, Alex," I confess. We've been awaiting these results for three days and both of us have been a ball of nerves, but this is the first time I had admitted to being scared. Scared is an understatement, actually. I'm terrified.

"I'm scared too, sweetheart," Alex says. "But we are in this together. Whatever the doctor tells us...we'll face it and get through it, together. You are not alone."

I know she means it. Even if the worst case scenario happens, Alex would never leave me. She would do anything to make sure I got whatever I needed. If I were sick and needed treatment, Alex would make sure I got the best available. If I needed surgery, she would be there waiting for me when I open my eyes in recovery. If there was nothing that could be done, Alex would give up everything to be with me as long as possible.

"What if – " I swallow harshly. "What if it's cancer and I need chemo? All my hair would fall out."

Alex doesn't even hesitate a moment. "Then I'd shave my head so we would match." The sincerity of her words is conveyed in her eyes.

I turn and look at her, tears in my eyes. It was such a simple statement but meant more to me than words could ever express. Alex loves her hair. She spends hours getting it right. Just the idea that she would do that to herself just so I would be more comfortable speaks to me on such an emotional level. She is the definition of true love.

Tears are sliding down my cheeks right now just remembering that day. Much to our relief, everything turned out fine. But I knew even if it didn't, I had someone who loved me unconditionally and would take care of me.

How can I deny Alex what she wants? I know ultimately it is our decision to make. But the more I think about everything we have been through, the fewer cons I am coming up with.

Maybe I can do this. For Alex, and for myself.

What do you think? Is moving a good idea for them both? Leave me a review and let me know what you thought of the chapter!