Chapter 5

Lindsay walked in her apartment. She had stayed at Danny's but now she had to get ready for work. She expected to see Casey in her bed asleep, but that's not what she found.

"What the hell is this?" Lindsay yelled and Casey and Don jumped. Lindsay walked out of the room, and Casey followed her.

"Hey, Linds."

"Don't hey Linds me. What is going on? Did you guys have sex in my bed?"

"No, Lindsay that's not what happened. We just slept, I swear."

"What are you doing Casey? You're leaving in two days," Lindsay was pacing as she talked. "What's gonna happen when you leave? Do you expect to have some kind of long distance romance?" Casey knew Lindsay had never approved of many of Casey's relationships but she had never seen her like this. "He's my friend, Casey. I don't want to see him get hurt. So, do you know what you're doing, at all?"

Casey was sitting on the back of the couch staring at the floor. "I don't know," she almost whispered.

"What?"

"I don't know, Lindsay. Is that what you want to hear? I don't know." She said much louder. She was sure Don had heard every word exchanged.

"I don't want to be mad at you Casey. I'm gonna get ready for work. We can talk when I get home." Lindsay walked into the bedroom and grabbed some clothes and other essentials and left the apartment.

Casey was still sitting on the back of the couch when Don came out of the bedroom. He walked over to her and stood in front of her. "You ok?" he asked.

"Not really," she answered honestly. "I'm sorry about whatever you heard. But I was being honest with Lindsay, I really don't know what I'm doing anymore," Casey admitted and looked up at him. "I mean a really like you, Don, but I have a life in Montana that I love and I know you love your life here. So, what are we doing?"

"Having fun?" Don tried to make light of the situation.

"Seriously."

"I know as much as you do. I like you, Casey, and I'm pretty sure you like me too. Why do we have to complicate it?"

"Because it is complicated." She felt like crying, not so much for the present situation, but more for the reputation she had built for herself; this is what she did- fell for the wrong guy.

"Casey, let's just-" he was interrupted with the sound of his phone ringing from the bedroom. He sighed and left her to retrieve it. When he came back he said, "I have to go. Double homicide in Queens." Her head was hanging again, so he lifted it gently with his hand. "Don't you dare leave without saying goodbye."

Casey smiled. "Ok," was all she said and he kissed her then said "goodbye," and left the apartment.

When Lindsay got home, she and Casey resolved the issue that had been brought up earlier in the day. Casey said she only wanted to spend the rest of her time with Lindsay.

The girls reminisced over a glass of wine. They talked about their memories of high school and college. Then, the conversation turned to men and their experiences. Casey had filled Lindsay in on the conversation she had had with Don, and Lindsay resisted the urge to give her opinion. She had to realize that Casey was a big girl and no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't control how or with whom she fell in love.

After their glasses of wine they decided to break out some old videos that Lindsay had brought from home. The first one was the High School play they had both been in. Casey laughed hysterically when Lindsay had stood in the middle of the stage and had forgotten her lines. And Lindsay did the same when Casey had tripped over her own foot and knocked down half the chorus line.

When the videos were over the girls were half asleep, Casey laying on the floor and Lindsay on the couch.

"Case, do you think you'll ever find someone?" Lindsay asked groggily.

"Lindsay we already talked about this."

"Come on, seriously."

"I don't know. I hope so. Do you think that Danny is 'the one'?"

"I don't know, maybe. I really love him," she laughed. "Maybe next time you come here it'll be for my wedding." Both of them laughed even though they knew it was probably true.