Chapter 4

Lindsay and Casey bustled around Lindsay's apartment getting dinner ready for Lindsay's co-workers to come over. Casey was in the kitchen, making the pasta and the garlic bread. Lindsay was setting up the table settings. There was music playing in the background. Casey and Lindsay were singing at the top of their lungs as they worked.

Danny came walking in the apartment. He and Lindsay exchanged their hellos and a kiss. Casey hadn't heard him come in and she was still singing. Finally, Lindsay tapped Casey on the shoulder. "Hey, Danny's here."

"Oh," Casey's cheeks turned red. And Danny came in the kitchen. "Hey, Danny. How's it going?"

"Good. It smells good in here," Danny stated and came over to the stove. "Nice singing, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't make fun."

About ten minutes later Don, Sheldon, and Stella had arrived. They all got drinks and talked while the food was finishing. Mac and Peyton had had other plans so they had told Lindsay that they wouldn't be able to make it.

After dinner they all remained at the table, talking and nursing their drinks. Danny and Lindsay were sitting across from each other and Don and Casey next to each other. Lindsay enjoyed watching her best friend get along so well with someone she knew very little about, but still held in high regard.

When they finished dessert, they all decided to move into the living room. Casey had opened her big mouth about she and Lindsay taking dance lessons in college, and everyone demanded a demonstration.

"Casey, I love you, but you have a big mouth." Lindsay said as she changed the CD in the player.

"Come on, it's gonna be fun." Casey laughed. As the Latin music started, Casey and Lindsay took their position. "Ready?" Casey asked.

"No," Lindsay replied.

"Come on, already. Let's see these awesome moves you guys have." Danny bantered.

"Alright, already." The two girls started dancing. It was funny how quickly the moves came back to both of them. They would both laugh when each messed up.

"Man, they're good," Don said to Danny.

When the song stopped, both girls turned to the group and took a bow. "We wanna see more." Stella said.

"More? How about a swing Linds?" Casey asked.

"Ok, I've already embarrassed myself enough. So, we might as well." Lindsay put in another CD. They started their dance, then Lindsay pulled Danny up, and then Casey got Don up. Stella and Sheldon joined them a minute later. They all had so much fun dancing and laughing.

As they all sat and rested, Stella's phone rang then Sheldon's. They were both called to a crime scene and had to leave right away.

It was about ten o'clock when Danny leaned over to Lindsay, "hey, you wanna come back to my place tonight?"

Lindsay smiled, "yeah, sounds good."

Casey got up from the couch to get a glass of water and Lindsay followed her. She hadn't talked to her much since Don had taken up most of Casey's attention the whole night.

"Hey, so are you having fun?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah, this has been great. I still can't believe you danced I thought you wouldn't do it."

"Ha, yeah I don't know. You just bring it out of me I guess," Lindsay shot her a smile. "Hey, so I'm gonna go over to Danny's and, you know, stay the night."

Casey smirked. "Ok, I'll just hang here. Maybe Don will stick around for a little bit. You guys have fun." Casey winked and walked out of the kitchen.

Danny and Lindsay left a few minutes later. Don was sitting in the recliner in the living room, and Casey was lying on the couch.

"So, what do you want to do?" Casey asked.

Don laughed. "Is that an invitation?"

Casey looked up at him. "No, not so much."

"Alright, twenty questions then?"

"Sure." Casey sighed heavily. "I'm going first."

"Ok, shoot."

"What's your favorite sexual position?" She started to laugh and looked at the shocked look on his face. "I'm just kidding, that's not a real question. Um…who's your favorite author?"

"Jon Grisham. What about you?"

"Jane Austen. What's your favorite childhood memory?"

"Probably when my dad took me to work with him, that's when I knew I wanted to be a cop. I just hung out with him for a day; it was the only time we ever had a day like that. What about you?"

"When my baby brother was born. I was nine, and I was so excited about becoming a big sister because I never thought I was going to be. I was in the room when my mom was giving birth and it was just the greatest thing in the world to see." She was holding back tears with the recollection. "Ok, which sister do you like more?"

"That is not a fair question. But, if I have to choose I would say my sister, Jessica, she's not the oldest, but she's three years older than me. My oldest sister, Diana, is kind of bossy even now." He laughed. "How about you?"

"My baby brother, Justin, he's just a great kid. My sister, Lori, is great too, but like your sister- she's a bossy older sister. Uh…now what to ask. Oh, do you like being a detective?"

"Sometimes. It has its moments. It's nice when you actually get some appreciation for what you do, which doesn't happen all the time. If, you really want to write, then why don't you do it?"

"I told you, I'm scared. When I was younger I would write short stories and I would want people to tell me what they though of them, but they would only tell me good stuff. Very rarely would anyone tell me something negative about them; if I actually publish something, someone could say something negative. Have you ever stolen anything?"

"Random. Yeah, I stole a basketball from my high school."

Casey laughed. "A basketball?"

"Yeah, I didn't have one, and I wanted one. Have you ever stolen anything?"

"Uh, I stole some lingerie when I was sixteen. Lindsay was there, and she almost ratted me out. I was gonna kill her." They went on for almost an hour, asking and answering each other's questions.

Don looked at his watch. "God, it's almost midnight."

"No wonder I'm so tired." Casey sat up on the couch.

Don stood, grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the couch. "I better go home," he said and started toward the door, still holding her hand. He pulled, but she didn't follow.

"Hey, do you want to stay? I know we barely know each other. Honestly I'm not expecting to have sex. I just want you to stay."

Don looked into her blue-green eyes for a second, and then smiled. "I'd love to stay," Don replied then leaned down and kissed her. Casey smiled when they parted then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with more passion. "Ok, well we better stop if you're not wanting this to go any further because I don't have much self-control."

"Sorry," she giggled. "Come on." She took his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

They both laid in the bed, Casey laid her head on Don's chest, and they quickly fell asleep.