Chapter Six-Tomorrow
At nine-fifteen, Casey got off the elevator at the TPD Headquarters on Derek's office's floor, pale, and shaking, clutching a piece of paper.

An intern that worked as a receptionist for that floor, immediately recognized her, and noticing her shaking, rushed to her side.

"Is Derek here?" Casey asked shakily, as the intern helped her to Derek's desk, where Casey collapsed into his chair.

The big office room was dark, since everyone had gone home.

"No, he's on another floor, trying to figure out who the father of Emma is. But should I get him?" the intern asked.

"No, don't bother him," Casey said, trying to calm herself down.

"Do you want some water?" the intern asked politely.

"Yes please. And um, can you do me a favour, and call the cops for me."

"What happened?" the intern asked, as she went to the small fridge that was about two feet from Derek's desk.

"...It's...It's bad. Like a tornado ripped through the house. I don't even wanna talk about it," Casey breathed out.

The intern handed Casey a water bottle.

"Thanks. What's your name?" Casey asked.

"Katie," she said, as she flipped through Emma's folder, trying to get Casey's address, without causing her any more stress.

"Thanks, Katie."

"You're welcome," Katie said with a smile, "Get some rest, I'll get the police to go to your place."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

And Casey drifted to sleep sobbing, clutching the paper.

"God, Casey. Not bother me? It looks like a tornado ripped through your house," Casey heard Derek say.

Casey opened her eyes to bright lights, and she immediately squeezed them shut, but she saw Derek read the small piece of paper, and tears came back to her eyes.

"Oh my god, Casey," Derek breathed out, as he put down the piece of paper, and hugged her tightly, as she sobbed.

"They're gonna kill her," she said, between sobs.

Derek rubbed a hand on Casey's small back.

"Come on," Derek said, picking Casey up bridal-style.

As Derek drove to his house, Casey calmed down, and watched as trees, and houses past by.

Derek called Sabrina with his cell phone.

"Sabrina? Yeah. On my desk there's a piece of paper. Get the fingerprints off it. Mhm. Yeah. And Casey and I touched the paper. Her fingerprint is in the folder on my desk. And mine is...Yeah, that place. Thanks. I'm taking her to my place. Yeah. Nite."

Derek pulled up onto his driveway.

"You live here?" Casey squeaked.

"Yeah," Derek said, getting out of his car, "You don't like it?"

Casey slowly got out too, "No. I like it. It's just so... big."

Derek shrugged, and threw an arm over Casey's shoulder, "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

"Dunno," Casey said, as Derek led them to his front door.

Derek unlocked the door, and ushered Casey in.

Casey looked at her surroundings in awe, "How do you keep this place so clean?"

"Maid."

"How old is she?" Casey teased.

"Shut up," Derek said, locking the door.

Derek gave Casey a tour of his house then led Casey up to the guest room next to his room.

"Wow, it's like a hotel room," Casey gasped, throwing herself on the bed.

Derek laughed, then dragged off the bed, and into his room.

"I have some of your clothes," Derek said, going into his walk-in closet, but Casey was too caught up with how big his room was.

"Oh my gosh," Casey breathed out.

Derek dumped a huge box next to her, and Casey nearly jumped a foot.

Derek couldn't help but chuckle.

Then Derek threw her one of her old tank tops at her head.

"Hey!"

"Get over here," Derek said.

Casey took one look inside the box then said, "You have more of my clothes. Than I have of your's. Who's the thief now, huh?"

"Get some sleep, Princess," Derek said, after Casey took some clothes out of the box.

Then Casey went into his washroom to get changed.

When Casey came out, Derek was putting the box away already only in his underwear.

"Nite."

"Nite, Princess."

Casey reluctantly tore her gaze away from him, and went to her room.

Casey stared at the ceiling in the dark, and could hear Derek flick off his bedroom lights.

Ten minutes later, Casey was still not asleep.

She quietly creped down the hall to the room next to her's, and soundlessly pushed the door slightly open.

"Derek?"

Derek turned to look at the speaker, and beckoned her inside.

Casey sat on the edge of the bed.

And quietly asked, "Why do you want to know who the father of Emma is so badly?"

"Well. A lot of cases have to deal with the father not knowing about his kid and he kidnaps the kid. It's possible."

"Oh."

"Why do you not want me to know so badly?" Derek said, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the king-sized bed, and pulling Casey next to him.

Casey rested her head on his shoulder, "Because you'll freak."

"So you'd rather me go search around. Ask our parents, go to Emily's..." Derek trailed off.

Casey immediately sat up straight at the mention of their parents, "You asked them?!"

Derek lightly put Casey's head back on his shoulder, "Yeah. But they wouldn't tell me. Said they weren't in the position to tell."

Casey's body relaxed.

"But I was so damn close with Edwin telling me though. But your sister kept on hitting him," Derek added.

"What did you bribe him with? Money?" Casey scoffed.

"Two fifties."

Casey hit him on the head, and Derek fell back on to the bed.

"What? I wanted to know," Derek said, pulling her down on to the bed too.

"But you don't HAVE to know though," Casey said, putting her head on Derek's chest.

"So? Remember the phrase: What Derek wants, Derek gets?"

"Yeah. How could I forget that," Casey said sarcastically, as she used a finger and drew random things on his body.

"Exactly. And I wanna know who the father is, so I'll find out."

"Tomorrow," Casey mumbled.

"Pardon?" Derek said, stroking her hair.

"Nothing."

Then they slowly fell asleep.

Excited for the next chapter??? I know I am.