#* 007.asks

                              The first thing she felt when she woke up was a huge headache. And the urge to puke. And a warm arm around her. As soon as the realization hit her, that she was lying next to a warm body, she slowly moved her head to the side to see who it was. It wasn´t the first time she woke up next to someone without any memory of them or of the previous night. Casey had a high tolerance when it came to alcohol, she must´ve had really a lot of it if she didn´t remember anything. The sight of the person next to her usually didn´t shock her. But this time it did. When she saw no other than Eric Brandon lying next to her, probably naked like herself, cuddling into her. Her eyes widened and she stared at him for a few seconds before her dark brown eyes moved away from him and she now looked up at the ceiling. “Oh...shit.” She closed her eyes, groaning. “Shit, shit, shit.” She knew him a few months now. He´d became somehow of a partner to her, whenever she needed a professional to steal something, she came to him. They flirted often with each other, but Casey never really intended to go as far as it did. Sleeping with your colleagues or partners could make things awkward. And she wanted to avoid it. She opened her eyes, again when she felt him stir a little in his sleep and looked over at him. He did look kind of cute in his sleep. One strand of hair was hanging in his face and he looked so peaceful. But she definitely wouldn´t be continuing cuddling with him. “Eric!”, she called and tried to move his arm away from her, which was a little heavy. “Eh! Wake up!” Her voice was now louder and she pushed herself away from underneath his arm and once she managed to free herself, she sat up. Her hand shot to her forehead when she felt a headache again. She hated hangovers. What she needed now, was a nice, huge breakfast. “Eric! Get your arse up!” She grabbed the blanket from him and wrapped it around her body before marching out of the bedroom. That´s when she noticed that she wasn´t in her apartment. Did she want to talk about what had happened? No. She she was planning to act as if nothing had happened. And she pushed the memories, that came back in small pieces, of him, lying on top of her as she scratched his back with her fingernails or how they´ve been up against the wall away. What happened, happened and should not be repeated and she´d rather ignore it.

           “Short answer? It interferes with my work.” And I can´t lose someone I love again.

                “Because I´m more to him than just a one-night-stand and I can´t be that person.”

           “Well, I´m not blind, ya know? So, yeah, I am.”

She actually does keep a few things that are of great value to her. For example her father´s diary. Whenever she reads it, she feels closer to him and that gives her a sense of warmth and she doesn´t feel so lonely anymore. She also keeps stuff that isn´t really of much value, but it´s a thing for her to keep all the tickets from the movies she sees. And she buys small things like postcards or figurines from the countries she visits during her missions. But what´s really of high and personal value is the things her parents left behind.

She doesn´t regret it, but she wishes a lot of things would be different. For one, she wishes her parents were still here or that she knew what happened to them. She wishes, she could allow more love in her life, a relationship, she wants nothing more than a real home and someone to come home to. No, she doesn´t really regret being a spy since she can help a lot of people with her job. But if she could had chosen, she would´ve wanted to be able to live a normal life, have a normal childhood, parents, friends and one day her own family. Casey misses her childhood, she misses her parents and things that are normal. Of course, she´d never admit it.

              “Stop complainin´. Look at this pumpkin.” She pointed her hand at the pumpkin on the counter while she was holding a knife in the other one. “I can´t carve a face on his face. That´s something to complain about. Do you hear me complaining? Or the pumpkin? No, so quiet, just help me with this.”