Casey wiped away a small tear that had escaped her eyes, not looking at Alistair. She shook her head a bit, taking a deep breath. How could he be so blind, a master detective that couldn't even read someone he hopefully considered a friend.<br/>"I wanted to look good for you Al, I wanted you to see that I am more then just an accident waiting to happen. I..." She stopped, turning away from him. She couldn't look at him, but she could feel his hazel eyes on her. She cleared her throat a bit, glancing at his notes<br/>"Did you get that last part, I didn't hear it." Her pen was just drawing random lines at the edge of the paper. she suddenly realized she had writtin his name and crossed it out, hoping he hadn't seen it.