For notes and disclaimer, please see part one.

Here's a couple things you might need to know or maybe you just forgot: It's Valentine's Day, and Casey spends it with... Devon? When hurt on a mission, Casey and Ellie must spend the holiday apart.

Belated, Beloved

Ellie had gone to the mall with Sarah and Alex. A fun girl's only outing seemed like the best thing to do on a random Tuesday afternoon. Alex didn't have class. Ellie wasn't scheduled at the hospital or even on call. And Sarah was without a mission of vital importance to national security.

So, they tried on dresses and shoes, smelled every fragrance known to man at the perfume counter, and splurged on ice cream at the food court. Alex bought new sunglasses and a few foreign language books. Sarah came home with knife sharpener and Ellie, a whole bag full of new kitchen gadgets.

All in all, it was a restful, wonderful afternoon. When they returned to the Echo Park apartment complex, Ellie invited them both over to try out the new juicer, but both politely refused, going to Sarah's instead.

With a shrug, Ellie let herself into her apartment. Or, at least, she started to. She stopped dead in the open doorway, convinced she had to have opened the door to someone else's apartment. Or maybe the door to Narnia, or something.

There were candles everywhere. And something that smelled remarkable and mouthwatering. Soft, sultry strains of Etta James and Ella Fitzgerald rotated on the stereo.

Chuck, dressed in a white oxford, sharp red vest, black slacks and shined loafers, greeted her. "Mademoiselle! Welcome, welcome... May I take your purchases?" he asked, in an odd French accent.

"Chuck, what is this...?" she asked, astonished.

"Moi? C'est Charles, of course," he said, easing the shopping bag and purse from her hands. "I'm afraid, uh..." He wrinkled his nose. "Your outfit. It is not quite appropriate for our, how you say, dress code. Please," he said, gesturing toward the stairs.

"Uh... okay..." Ellie ascended the stairs, still processing everything. Her bedroom door had a printed sign on it that read: ici. She laughed a little, halfway expecting to find Casey inside. Instead, it was empty, save for Downy, who lounged on the windowsill overlooking the courtyard. Hanging from the back of the closet door, however, was a gorgeous cobalt cocktail dress-one she had tried on during her trip to the mall with Sarah and Alex. "I am surrounded by sneaky people," she admitted.

After changing into the dress, she slipped on a pair of tall heels before checking her hair and touching up her makeup.

As she descended the stairs, Chuck lingered at the bottom. "Très belle, mademoiselle." He kissed at his fingertips, letting them explode. "Magnifique."

"Charles," she said, smiling at her dear little brother. "What is all this?"

Chuck offered her his arm, which she accepted. "A five-star French restaurant. In your living room. A very lucky woman you are."

Her breath caught in her throat and she squeezed his arm when she saw a certain someone emerge from the shadows in a black tuxedo.

Casey stepped forward, toward them. "I'll take it from here, Charles," he said, never taking his eyes from Ellie.

Chuck offered Ellie to Casey before taking a step back.

"That'll be all, garçon."

Chuck offered a bow before he let himself out into the courtyard.

Ellie smiled as he left, looking up at the handsome man in front of her. "John... this... What's all this for?"

"Seems I missed a holiday."

"I told you, you didn't have to," she said softly.

Casey pulled her closer. "I wanted to."

"How's it going?" Alex asked. She, Sarah, Morgan, and Chuck, still in his waiter uniform, were all crowded around a laptop screen.

"This takes a certain amount of skill, okay? And I've played Grand Theft Auto the most, so... relax and breathe," Morgan said as he drove the tiny remote-controlled car with the camera on top of it through Ellie's kitchen and toward the living room.

"She looked so good in that dress," gushed Alex.

"Crazy expensive dress," Morgan commented. "How can you ladies spend so much on clothing?"

"Why do you care?" asked Sarah. "Casey gave you the money to buy it, didn't he?"

"I'm just offended on his conservative behalf," Morgan said simply. "All right, here we go," he said as he was able to frame Casey and Ellie in the shot.

They were dancing, swaying to the music. Granted, none of them could hear. They only had visuals.

Chuck's grin softened. "She looks so happy."

Sarah placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly. "They both do."

Alex said, in awe: "It's like watching a romantic movie..."

Just as Casey started to lean in to kiss Ellie, the camera suddenly shook violently.

"What? What's going on?" Chuck asked.

"Unknown," Morgan said, struggling to regain control of the car.

Chuck nervously chuckled. "You don't think that Casey saw it, do you?"

"They were pretty oblivious," Sarah commented.

Right before the feed went completely dead, Alex asked: "Wait, is that... is that a paw?"

As static filled the screen, they all realized what had happened at the same time. "Downy!"

Stay tuned...