Chapter Three- Missed You

Derek threw pepperoni slices at Casey, and Casey threw the ketchup bottle at him.

"Casey... You are in big trouble," Derek growled after the bottle hit him squarely on the chest.

Derek threw the pizza dough at her, landing over her head.

"DER-REK!"

"Hey, you knew I was always the prank master," he said with a smirk.

"After George of course," Casey reminded him.

Derek's eyes narrowed, he uncapped the 1L bottle of coke that stood beside the fridge; then poured it down Casey's front.

Casey stood there, mouth open, looking down at her pink...well, now brown shirt.

"Nice bra," he commented about Casey's light blue lacey bra, taking a step back with a smirk.

"Not if it's dyed brown," Casey shot back.

Casey wrentched open the freezer, and pulled out a small bucket full of ice cubes; then poured it down the front of his jeans.

Derek stood there in horror, then started jumping around, trying to strip of his pants to get the ice out, "Casey... I am SO going to KILL you."

"Nice boxers," Casey commented Derek's Spongebob boxers, leaning against the island, enjoying watching Derek trying to strip while hopping on one foot.

"Very funny, Casey."

"It is funny."

"Not when you're dead," Derek said, as he ran towards her in his boxers.

Derek chased Casey around the island, both having to grab on to the corner of the island to avoid falling down everytime they had to turn.

Then Derek jumped on to Casey from behind, and they both tumbled on to the ground, banging against the dinner table, then rolling into the living room.

"Ow."

"You can say that again," Casey mumbled against Derek's chest.

Their position was really awkward. Legs were tangled, hands at uncomfortable places, and Derek's face was buried in Casey's hair, while Casey's face was against his chest.

Neither of them moved, well... neither of them wanted to move.

Derek breathed in the scent of Casey's hair, exactly the same shampoo she used since high school.

Casey remembered how they would wake up in this position-well not "exactly" this position but close enough- and wouldn't move for half and hour, but just talk.

Seconds ticked by, and quickly, so did minutes.

Derek was the first to speak and move.

Derek took a hand of Casey's chest, and reached up, and twirled a few strands of her hair against his finger.

"I missed you. A lot," Derek breathed out softly, staring intently at what was wrapped around his index finger.

Casey pressed her face harder against Derek chest, and wrapped her arms around his middle instead of where they were before, "I missed you too."

Twenty minutes passed by with hair twirling and listening to heart beats.

"Um, Case. As much as I love this position..."

"Right," Casey said, reluctantly, pulling away Derek.

They both stood up.

"Aw, shoot."

"What?" Casey asked.

Derek pointed at his clothes.

Casey chuckled, and beckoned Derek to follow her.

She pushed open her bedroom door.

"Um, Case. I love you and all, but um, isn't this going a bit too fast?" Derek said nervously, running a hand through his relish and chesse covered hair.

Casey rolled her eyes.

"Derek, I'm not a slut," Casey said, pulling out a box from her closet, and puting it on her bed.

She lifted the lid, and tossed Derek his high school hockey jersey, his scooby-do boxers, and a pair of holey jeans.

"You stole my jersey? I was going insane looking for it. Thief."

"Well now you've found it," she said with a roll of her eyes, and giving Derek a push towards her bathroom.

Casey could hear the water pour out of the showerhead, but then it stopped after a few seconds, and the door opened slightly, and Derek's head peeked out.

"Um, do you have any...non-orchid smelling shampoo and soap?"

Casey rolled her eyes, reached back into the box, and threw two bottles at him.

"Sweet," he said, then closing the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Derek came out, sniffing his jersey.

He dumped his dirty clothes in her laundry hamper.

"It smells like that detergent..." Derek said, trying to remember the name.

"Cheer?"

"Yes! That's what it's called."

Casey rolled her eyes, grabbed some clothes out of her closet, and went to take her shower.

Derek shrugged, and sat on her bed, turning the t.v. on.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang.

"Answer the phone, Derek!" Casey yelled.

"Hello?"

There was a short pause on the other line, before a woman said, "...Derek?"

"Oh, hey Sabrina," Derek said, flipping through different channels, before settling for a re-run of a hockey game.

"What are you doing at Ms. Macdonald's house?"

"I told you that I would be checking out her backyard."

"Her backyard isn't indoors."

"Oh yeah, I found something outside, so I'm searching Emma's room again," Derek lied fluently.

He hadn't lost his skill of lying.

"But why are you picking up the phone?" Sabrina asked suspiciously and overprotectively.

"Because Ms. Macdonald is in the washroom."

Derek found it weird to not call Casey by her first name.

"Fine, just hurry back," Sabrina said with a huff, then hung up.

Derek stared at the phone, "Women."

Casey came out another ten minutes later, and Derek was paying so much attention to the hockey game, he didn't realize that she had come out.

Until Casey switched off the t.v.

As they went downstairs, Casey tied her hair up in a wet high ponytail.

They quickly cleaned up the mess in half an hour, and they sat on the couch, muching on pizza that was delivered.

When they finished, Derek asked Casey if she had any of his socks with a laugh.

Casey handed him a pair of his old socks, and he pulled them on, slipping his feet into his shoes.

Derek kissed the top of her head, "We'll find Emma."

"You have to find her. I beg of you."

"I promise."

Then grabbing his suitcase and headed to his car.

After Derek dropped off the glove that was found in Casey's backyard, he went to his office.

Everything was quiet, from the time he entered the room, til he sat down.

Then he looked up, "What's up everyone?"

"You played hockey?" Mark asked, noticing his jersey.

"In high school, yeah," Derek said, switching on his computer.

"That's probably how he got his 6-pack," some intern said quietly to another girl.

"Okayyy..." Derek said, slightly freaked out.

"Derek and Sabrina please report to the lab. That's Derek and Sabrina," the PA called out.

As Derek and Sabrina stood in the elevator, Sabrina grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him towards her.

Derek's eyes widened in shock.

Hmm...I wonder what's gonna happen...lol