VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone. I hope you've enjoyed the last few chapters, and the story as a whole. For the next couple of weeks I will do my best to update every day but I have to get ready for some personal things. That being the case, worst case scenario, I should be able to update every other day at the latest. I will try. I'll share more information soon. Also, have you checked out "Stay With Me", my new fic? If not, well, I'd love to know what you think. It should be above this one on my profile...or immediately below. Warning: It's quite different from my normal storylines. Anyway, as always, thanks for reading. Please review. Enjoy this and "Stay With Me".

Casey awoke early the next morning to bright sunlight streaming through the window and onto her body. She blinked several times and turned away from the light, ready to snuggle in Olivia's arms and go back to sleep. However, she quickly realized that Olivia wasn't there. Casey was about to get out of bed, until the note on Olivia's pillow caught her eye. The redhead yawned and picked it up, holding it up to the light. In Olivia's spiky handwriting, on yellow paper torn from a legal pad, the note read: "Good morning, baby. I hope you slept well. I am writing this at 6:30. I'm not sure what time you will be waking up, so just in case I'm not back, I decided to write you a note. You look so cute while you sleep, that I couldn't bear to wake you. Anyway, I know you are wondering where I am by now. Don't worry. You will find out when I get back. I love you. Get some rest. Love always, Olivia."

Casey read the note three times, allowing Olivia's words to sink in. On the one hand, it was very romantic to wake up to a loving note first thing in the morning. But on the other hand, where had the older woman gone and why was she being so cryptic? Was this mysterious surprise good or bad? Was the letter just a smokescreen? Casey tried to ignore that last question that ran through her mind. She knew Olivia would never do that to her. Folding the note into equal halves, Casey slid it under her pillow and carefully stood up from the bed.

She reached for her phone, which was charging on the nightstand next to the bed. Opening a new text message, she entered Olivia's name in the receiver box and quickly composed her message. "I got your note. Where are you, babe? Did something bad happen? Sorry if I sound paranoid. I love you." But as her thumb hovered over the send button, she realized it would be better to wait and find out what was going on: if it was a good surprise, it would make it extra exciting, and if it was bad, then she would rather delay the news. Either way, it seemed like the logical choice to hit end and place her phone back next to the lamp, which she did.

Laying down on her back, Casey closed her eyes and sighed happily, allowing her body to melt into the feel of the comfortable silk sheets. She had just begun to drift back to sleep when the door opened and closed, and she heard Olivia's voice say "Hey, honey."

Casey opened her eyes and smiled when she saw her wife. "Hey, babe," she replied. Noticing the bag in Olivia's hand, she sat up in bed and asked "What's in there?"

Olivia smiled. "I've always wanted to go to a luau, and I know you have too. I found out that there is one on the beach tonight, so I thought myself and my gorgeous wife could attend."

Casey giggled. "That sounds wonderful, but you still haven't answered my question."

"I'm getting there," Olivia answered. She laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it. "I bought you a beautiful dress for it. It will drive all the men crazy, I know, but it will also turn me on exponentially. Look in the bag."

Casey did as she was told. She lifted the mass of pink fabric from its confines and held it up, gasping in awe. "Oh my god, it's beautiful," she murmured. The halter dress was a pale pink, with a hem that would just graze her mid thigh and a sparkling bodice. "Wow," she whispered. "I love it."

"There's more." Olivia reached into a second bag that Casey had not previously realized was there. She took out a pair of stiletto heels that matched the dress perfectly, and a diamond necklace, followed by a tiara. "For my princess," she said as she placed the tiara atop Casey's head.

Casey let out a little purr of contentment and pulled the older woman in for a passionate kiss. "I love everything, Olivia," she said. "But what are you wearing? Please don't say pants and a shirt."

Olivia chuckled. "No, baby, I decided to wear a dress tonight, just for you." She exited the room for a moment and retrieved carrying two more bags. She laid the bigger one on the bed and unzipped it, pulling out a black long sleeved dress that would graze her knees and an elegant pair of black flats. "What do you think?"

"Love it," Casey responded, grinning. "I don't suppose those flats are magically heels?" she asked hopefully.

Olivia shook her head. "I am already putting a dress on for you. I'll be damned if I willingly add heels to the torture devices."

Casey giggled. "Okay, okay, I was just asking." As Olivia sat down on the bed, Casey laid her head on her shoulder. "I love you," she murmured.

"I love you too," Olivia whispered back, kissing her gently and wrapping her arms around the younger woman's shoulder. "We have a few hours to kill. The party starts at eight tonight and it is just now ten AM. What do you want to do?"

Casey pushed her onto her back and pounced on her. "I want to make love to my detective, of course," she replied, a devilish grin forming as she spoke.