A/N: Here is finally chapter 6. I've been super busy and haven't even thought about updating so for that I am sorry. Fortunately, there is a new Walsh/Shraeger story that I started reading that was written by reluctant-reporter that put me in the mood to write more of this story (check it out if you haven't). So thank you! I hope you like this chapter and I do really plan on posting the next one just as soon as I can get it written.

Nothing is beta'd so all mistakes are mine and of course I own nothing. Thanks :)

Chapter 6

Casey smiled at the shocked expression on Walsh's face as she passed through the doors of the diner. "Hey."

"Hey Case. Thought you had to meet your boy…."

"Yeah he's not my boy….and…he stood me up for once. Something important came up or something." Casey shrugged.

"What could be more important than you?" Jason asked, only half joking.

"Great question…anyway, I was nearby and didn't have anything to do so…"

"So you stopped by to help me run the diner for tonight? That's so sweet….glad I could curb your boredom."

"So you're opening for tonight?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd open for a few hours. Give me something to do."

Casey smiled and walked over to the bar. She sat down at what was becoming known as her stool and opened a menu. She pretended to be looking it over when Jason stopped her, "What are you doing?"

Casey looked up questioningly, "What do you mean? I am looking at the menu. You're open and I'm hungry." Casey returned her gaze to the menu in her hands.

"I said you could help, not be a customer."

"Well, as I said, I'm starving. No lunch remember? I'll help once you feed me." She laughed. "Can't work for free now can I?"

"Fair enough." Walsh turned around and started pulling out the ingredients for waffles and grabbed a few pieces of bacon out of the fridge.

"How do you know what I want?" Casey asked, joining him behind the counter.

"Because I know you. Every time you eat here you want the exact same thing; waffles and a side of bacon."

"Well you could at least ask."

"Okay Detective Shraeger, what would you like today?"

Casey skimmed the menu again and acted like she was thinking while Walsh rolled his eyes and grabbed a glass and a coffee mug from the overhead rack. He continued to pour her a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee and sat them on the counter.

"Okay, okay. Maybe I'm a little predictable."

Walsh just laughed and turned back to the bacon he had started frying.

"Shit." Casey exclaimed as her glass of orange juice fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Jason turned to see Casey's white shirt covered with the orange liquid and standing right behind her stool at the bar.

She sheepishly looked up, "Sorry. I don't know what happened. I just dropped it. "

Jason just stared at her, eyes glazing over as he looked at her shirt.

"Walsh?!" Casey looked down to see that his eyes were fixed upon her chest; her treacherous body revealing how cold she was. The soaked material of her shirt clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination.

Casey instantly raised her arms to cover her chest, which brought Walsh out of his contemplation.

"Sorry." He said shacking his head, trying to rid the image of Casey's body out of his mind. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it just slipped." Casey said, shrugging and looking down at the mess she had made. "I'm so sorry."

"No problem."

"I should go change." Casey started to turn towards the door.

"No, wait." Walsh said a little to urgently, not wanting her to leave. "You can change here, there should be a couple t-shirts in the top drawer of my dresser. I'll clean this up." Jason told her, already grabbing the broom.

"Thanks." Casey said a little awkwardly as she took off towards the back of the diner in search of something dry and warm to put on.

Walsh shook his head. He had just been caught checking her out. He had noticed the slight tinge of pink color her cheeks as her hands had covered herself. Way to go, he thought as he turned back to the task at hand. Make her uncomfortable so she wants to leave, great job bonehead. He shook his head again, willing his body to calm down. Just the sight of her perfect breasts through the thin shirt had turned him on more than he could ever remember being.

He sighed and started sweeping up the glass. Just as he had dumped the last of it into the trashcan and went to grab the mop to get the sticky residue off the floor, the front door chimed, signaling his second patron of the evening.

Of course it was the one person he had been hoping to avoid, at least tonight. With Casey being here, he had completely forgotten about his dilemma of how to break up with Beaumont. But that's what Casey did to him, made him forget everything else but her.

Beaumont was dressed in a tight, black, knee-length dress with high heel boots and walked through the door with a grin on her face. In place of her normal slicked back up-do, her hair was let down past her shoulders with subtle waves framing her face.

"Hey. What happened?" Beaumont asked as she walked up to the dwindling puddle of orange juice.

"Casey dropped…."

Beaumont cut him off before he could finish. "Right. Casey…of course it was Casey, I should have known."

"Allison…" Jason started but was once again cut off by Beaumont as she raised a hand to stop him.

"Don't, just please don't. I'm not stupid Walsh. I know what's going on and I'm fine with it, really I am. But I can't do this anymore. That's why I am here. We gotta quit playing games with ourselves and each other. I have a date tonight and I just wanted to tell you up front. We both need to move on. Your heart hasn't been in this for a while and it's not fair to either of us."

"I'm sorry." Jason said, surprised by how much he really meant the words. "I didn't intend for any of this to happen. I would never intentionally hurt you."

"I know." Beaumont said, taking in a quick breath. "Don't worry about it. I'm a big girl. But you should make a move before it's to late cuz she's not gonna wait around forever. I know she's crazy about you, even if she doesn't know it herself."

"How do you know that?" Walsh asked just as Casey re-entered the diner.

"Oh sorry, am I interrupting?" Casey asked as she walked in wearing a Yankees t-shirt that Beaumont had bought for Walsh a few months before. "I can leave…" Casey turned back towards the door she had just exited.

"It's fine." They both said in unison.

Casey was about to apologize again for interrupting what seemed to be an intense conversation but was stopped by Beaumont's laughing.

"Hah." Beaumont eyed the familiar shirt swallowing the younger woman's body. "I'm not even going to ask."

"I spilled orange juice so Walsh let me borrow a shirt." Casey answered anyway, feeling a little self-conscious standing bra-less in an over-sized t-shirt in front of the elegantly dressed detective.

"Right." Beaumont just laughed as the door once again chimed and the three turned to see who had just entered.

"Casey?" asked the well-dressed man who had just walked in.

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