Her cab pulled up by Central Park. Casey paid this driver and hopped out without a goodbye or a thank you. She pulled off her heels and began to run into the darkness.

"Cap! Cappie, where are you?!" She called as she ran. The lampposts produced enough light for her to see where she was going, but she couldn't find Cappie anywhere.

"Cappie…where are you? It's Casey…" She called again.

A noise caught her ear and she was quiet for a minute. Sniffling. And it was coming from behind her. Quickly she spun around and saw a figure curled up on a bench.

"Cap…?" She asked softly approaching the bench.

"Congratulations. You know my secret." The low voice replied.

"Oh Cappie." Casey threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his shaking body. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't bring myself to it."

"So you're not in the Bronx…"

"No."

"Is the rest of the story still true?"

"No."

"What really happened?"

"After college…I moved out to San Francisco, that's true." He began. "While I was there I met this girl. We had a relationship. Everything I made went to supporting us. After a year, I thought she was the girl for me. I took everything I had and I bought her a ring.

"She left me the next week. She took everything in the apartment, the ring, and my credit card. So I called my parents. I told them everything that happened. They let me move in with them for a while. I didn't find a job or anything while I was down in Dallas. I assumed my parents had money to support me. Then my dad died. He didn't just die tough. He killed himself. We had no idea why—me and my mom. She went crazy after a week. They took her to an asylum. Then I found out what happened. My dad had lost everything. I got out as fast as I could.

"I hitched from there. Traveling around, going where the kind people that picked me up went. I did go to Florida, but I never met up with Ashleigh."

Casey interrupted. "Then how did you know she's there?"

"I remembered her telling us on graduation day she'd be heading down there. I also remembered you said you were going to New York. One day this old man picked me up. Asked me where I wanted to go. I told him 'anywhere you're going sir'. And he told me he was headed to New York. He never mentioned what part though. It ended up he was headed for Queens. I was living on the streets there when I remembered you were in Manhattan. I looked you up in the phonebook, found out where you were living, and found you the next day. I decided to stay here instead of going back to the streets. I mean, a park has a more…homier…feeling." Cappie paused for a moment. He opened his mouth to say more, but he broke down crying instead.

"Cap…oh Cappie…my baby." She crooned kissing his cheeks softly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She rocked him to the best of her ability as he cried in her arms. "It'll be okay. It'll be okay darling."

"How can you say that?" Cappie asked, "You have a home. You have money. You have a life."

"You're part of my life now Cap!"

"You don't want me to be part of your life."

"Of course I do."

"What good am I? I'm unemployed and I'm homeless."

"You have a home. With me. And we'll find you a job. Cappie, I love you and I want you to be my whole life. Now come on, let's go home." Casey tugged on him softly. He sat up and swung his feet out. Casey stood up and held out her hand. He took it and she pulled him up. "Where are those bags of clothes I gave you?"

Cappie stuck his hands into the bushes behind the bench pulling out three damp, crumpled bags. "Here."

"We'll wash them later. Let's just get you home." She put her hand in his and lead they way.

A year later…

Casey sat in her office looking over Patricia's latest article. She'd been promoted from assistant to head after Heather stepped down from the business. The door opened and her husband walked in with a manila folder and a bottle of water in his hand.

"Hey babe." He said.

"Did you bring me the…" Casey began standing up.

"No. Sit."

"Cap. I'm not even four months pregnant and you're already freaking out." Casey shook her head reaching for the folder and the water. "I mean, I understand the coffee reducing," She shook the bottle, "But trying to have me do as little movement as possible is just silly."

"I'm only trying to help." He said walking over to her side of the desk. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her.

"Cap!" She cried as they broke apart. "You know assistants shouldn't kiss their bosses in the office."

"Oops. I forgot."

Cappie kissed her again. She giggled loudly.

The intercom in her office made the annoying beeping sound and Patricia's voice came through. "Case, if you're done with that article can you tell me what you think?"

"Allow me," Cappie said going over to the white box. He pressed the button.

"Trish, this is Paul. Casey's not done yet but when she is I'll have her e-mail you her thoughts."

Beep! "Thanks Paul."

Cappie turned around and went back to his wife. "Now where were we Mrs. Gibbons?" He asked.

"We were at the part where the naughty assistant begins to make out with his boss."

"My favorite part…"

Okay, so that was the end. It wasn't the best…I know and I apologize. Just to clarify. Cappie's real name is Paul Gibbons (strange I know, but since 'Cappie' is only a nickname I decided to give him an unexpected real name). So, I really hope you liked my story!!!! And once again sorry for making it so short! (Send love through reviews!!)