"Oh let me tell you, honey. Hey, I'm back!" Back in the USSR, the Beatles -Dasey-
Back in the USSR, 2:43
Casey would laugh at his music selection, but Derek was coming home.
"How was California?"
"Fine. Boring. I missed you, so much, Case."
She laughs, and he wishes that he could see her and the blush settling on her cheeks.
"Where are you?"
"Close," he whispers.
"Really?"
He pulls to a stop in front of Dennis' apartment complex. "Real close."
A curtain moves in a window on the top floor, and he ducks down.
"Are you here?"
"I've been away so long, I hardly knew the place."
Her eyes narrow, placing the black sports car and hurrying to the elevator.
"Are you quoting the Beatles to me, hotshot?" she questions as he gets out of the car and enters the building.
He smiles to the man behind the desk as the elevator doors slide open. "Maybe."
She races from the elevator, her pajamas covered by a pink robe. "Derek!" she shrieks, running over and attacking him with a hug.
"Hey, baby. Gee, it's good to be back home."
"You are quoting the Beatles," Casey accuses with a grin, kissing him soundly.
"You bet. Honey, disconnect the phone."
She giggles, and waves to the older man at the desk. "Sorry, Charles. We'll go upstairs. Tell Daddy I was tired and went to bed early, okay?"
The man smiles at her softly, as she takes Derek's hand and leads him to the elevator.
"Welcome to New York."
"This is home, Casey. With you."
"Welcome home."