Author's Note: I know this is a pretty short chapter, but you'll be pretty excited for the next!

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Ten-Apology
"What else can you tell us about him?" Sabrina asked.

"Well. He lives on this crap road, but he'a rarely there. He just puts that as his address. But where he actually stays, it's even worse. There's like all these bugs, and cockaroaches...It's gross."

"Do you know where exactly?"

"It's pretty easy to remember: 246 Rundown Drive."

"You can go now, Michael. A year will fly before you know it, and you'll be back with freedom," Derek said, nodding at the security guard that had stood by the door.

Sabrina and Derek got back into the car, and as Derek drove, he also called his house.

"Guess what," Derek said, as Casey answered the phone.

"What?"

"We found who took Emma."

Casey squealed, "Who?"

"Your abusive ex-boyfriend," Derek said, as he drove back to Headquarters.

"Sam?"

"Sam? Sam was abusive?" Derek said, eyes wide, slamming his foot down on the brakes, and the car squealed to a stop, Sabrina almost hitting the windshield if not for her seatbelt.

Casey heard the cars behind Derek honk at him, and laughed, "Just kidding. But seriously, it was Micahel?"

Derek accelerated, "Case. Don't scare me like that. But yeah, it was Michael. Anyway, I have to go. See you later."

"Bye."

Derek held his phone with one hand, and expertly parked his car into a parking spot with one hand.

Sabrina decided to go home, while Derek went back to the office, and filled out some paperwork.

Derek arrived at his house at 8:26pm, to find Casey and Maria making spaghetti and meatballs.

Dinner was filled with chitchat and laughter.

It was like all their problems had disappeared and was replaced with something so much better.

At ten thirty, the dishes were all washed, and they waved as Maria drove herself back to her condo.

Then they collasped on to the couches by the den.

"So tired. Gonna go to bed," Casey said, getting up slowly.

"Nite," Derek said, closing his eyes, and leaning on the couch.

Half an hour later, Derek was lying on his bed, listening to his iPod with closed eyes.

He didn't hear his door open and a voice say his name, until Casey poked him in the ribs.

And Derek's eyes shot open, and he rolled on to his stomach, pulling his ear phone out of his ears.

"What?" he hissed, turning off his iPod.

Casey sat cross-legged next to him, "I owe you an apology."

"Okay," Derek said, putting his iPod on the table beside his bed, "I'm listening."

"You were swallowing ice cream. Sorry for yelling at you," Casey said sincerely, "I was just freaked out on how you would react. And I know that you'd be a better father than Michael. So yeah, I'm sorry."

Derek pulled Casey into his arms and gave her a hug, "It's okay."

"You're not gonna yell at me?" Casey said surprised.

"Should I?"

"No. But I caused so much trouble---"

"And you're human and so am I," Derek said with a shrug.

Casey hugged him back happily.

"Now get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you," Derek said, kissing the top of her head.

"Can I sleep here?" Casey asked sheepishly.

"So is that why you came in here?" Derek teased.

"No... But it would be a bonus," Casey said with a pout.

Derek laughed, "Okay."

What're you thinking about?" Derek said, twirling a few strands of Casey's hair around his index finger.

"Stuff."

"Stuff like what?"

"Like what we're gonna do tomorrow," Casey said.

"Well. Tomorrow, we are going to find Emma."

"What if we don't?"

"We will, Princess. We will."