Of all the ways to react, the man smiles and stands, extending his hand towards Casey.

"My apologies. I have been following you, yes. My name is Kyle Anderson."

Casey doesn't know that name. She makes no attempt to shake his hand, just stares at him. "Am I supposed to know that name? You admit to following me...why? Who are you? Did someone hire you to tail me?"

The smile never leaves his face. He motions for Casey to sit down. "Sit. Please."

"Not until I get answers," Casey says sternly.

Suddenly Alex appears at her side and puts her hand on Casey's shoulder. "Casey? Who is this? What's going on?"

Kyle holds his hand out to Alex. "Alex Cabot isn't it? I'm Kyle Anderson."

Alex shakes his hand unsurely. "I'm Casey's fiancee. What is this about?"

Again he motions at the other side of the booth. "Sit. Please."

Casey and Alex look at each other and Alex nods, taking Casey's hand. They sit down rather reluctantly.

"He's been following me for weeks," Casey tells Alex. "At your office, at the cafe, on the street.. everywhere. I want an explanation."

Alex looks at him, her eyes boring into his demandingly.

"I apologize. I wanted to observe you to make sure you were the right choice. And everything I have seen and heard, and the bravery of marching up to me the way you did, confirmed to me that you are."

Casey wrinkles her face in confusion. "Right choice for what? Who are you?"

"I work for Investigation Discovery channel. I'm launching a new show based out of Manhattan. I want to go behind the scenes and expose our law system for how it works and how it doesn't. I've been looking for the right person to host. I think that person is you."

Casey blinks her eyes, not sure she's heard him correctly. She had been convinced he worked for Taylor Trussel or the State Bar. This revelation came out of left field.

Neither Alex or Casey say anything, so he provides documentation from his bag to prove he is who he says he is.

"I need someone tough. Someone outspoken. Someone sharp, and someone willing to get dirty to get the facts. And obviously, someone who knows the law." He looks across the table directly at Casey. "I've been following you on Facebook and Twitter. I think what happened to you is wrong. But I think you can use it for good, to help others."

"What exactly is this show about?" Alex asks, not wanting her fiancee to be involved in anything scandalous.

"People in Casey's shoes," Kyle says, turning his attention to Alex. "People from all walks of life, who have been treated unfairly by the law or falsely convicted of a crime they didn't commit. They need someone to work for them. And I think Casey is the perfect person to do it."

Alex and Casey exchange glances. Casey never expected something like this; never in a million years.

"You would be generously compensated, of course."

Casey doesn't care about money; never has, never will. It's not about that for her.

"Can we discuss it? We make decisions together, so we need to talk it over," Casey says.

Kyle can see he is not going to get an answer right away. He puts his business card on the table and stands. "I'll leave you to it. Contact me whenever you are ready to discuss it further. We can work out all the details." His eyes fall on Alex as he puts his coat on. "You are welcome to join in working out the details as well."

He starts to walk away, then turns around and adds, "I'm sorry I scared you."

"Is it something you'd want to do?" Alex asks in all seriousness.

"I mean, I never thought about it. Ever. But I don't know. I've been feeling like I have no purpose lately. I need to work. Maybe... maybe it's the change I need." she looks at Alex with wide eyes. "What do you think?"

"That I will support you no matter what. It's your decision, honey. Just make sure if you do, that you have some terms that they agree to. Since they came to you, you have the upper hand."

Casey is thinking about it. It would be a great opportunity to do some good, and something she would excel at. She could still make a difference.

"What if I have to travel? I don't want to be away from you," Casey says, linking their hands together on the table and laying her head on Alex's shoulder.

"Well, that's all stuff you have to find out, and things you can negotiate. If it requires travel I am sure we can work it out."

"Would it be weird for you - or awkward at all - for me to do it? I mean, would it negativity impact your job?" Casey asks, looking into Alex's eyes.

"It's not about me, Casey. I would be proud of you. I would be proud of you no matter what you choose to do. Don't worry about me or my job. You do what you feel in your heart, and the rest will work out," Alex assures her.

Casey is so happy to have such an understanding and compassionate partner. Some people aren't so lucky. She knows it's a decision she has to make for herself.

But as long as she knows Alex will support any decision she makes, she knows any choice will be the right one for her.

.2

"Oh my God, it looks beautiful," Alex comments, sitting on the couch and admiring the job they did putting up their Christmas tree.

It was no easy task. Casey has always has real trees but this year Alex was able - after some serious persuasion - to talk her into getting a nice artificial white tree.

They went back and forth about it for days before Casey agreed. To Casey, the pine needles on the floor from a real tree was a temporary annoyance. She loved the smell of having a real tree. For Alex, the pine needles were a mess she didn't want to deal with.

So they had gone to the store and argued over every option. But if you asked them, they didn't argue...they disagreed. Anyone within earshot would have already mistaken them for an old married couple.

Finally, they left with a beautiful artifical white spruce that looks gorgeous at its full height in the living room.

Putting it together took some patience; something Casey has more of. So really it was Alex supervising and Casey doing most of the work.

But it's up now, and it's beautiful.

Casey sits next to Alex and links their hands together, smiling. "I love it. It will look even better when we decorate it."

"It's almost as beautiful as you. Almost," Alex tells her with a smile, which warrants a hand squeeze from the redhead.

Alex was going to wait and tell Casey the news she has but suddenly she can't wait any longer.

"I put an ad out and found someone legit to marry us on Christmas Eve. Eleven PM at the church on Third St. I want to invite our friends, if that's okay.'

Casey grins from ear to ear. Having Alex be hers forever will be the best present in the world. And getting married on Christmas Eve, just because it's what Casey has always wanted...she couldn't ask for a better wife.

Casey's eyes well up with tears. She is feeling so emotional right now and doesn't know how else to deal with her feelings. "Oh, Alex...it means so much to me that you're doing this for me."

Alex cocks her head. "Doing what for you? Getting married is for both of us. I want it just as much as you do."

"I meant the Christmas Eve wedding. Having a small low-key wedding when you wanted a big one."

Alex smiles. "I did. But then I realized that doesn't matter. The size and cost of the wedding is nothing. All that matters is that I get to marry the girl I love. And that she's happy."

Casey kisses her. "I'm very happy, baby."

Alex has plans the next day to go wedding dress shopping with Olivia, and Casey has a lunch with Kyle Anderson to discuss the job offer further. But tonight, it's all about them.

Casey goes and retrieves her tote of Christmas lights and garland from her hallway closet. Alex is sitting on the floor by the tree when she returns so she joins ner.

Alex starts pulling out the strings of lights and it's apparent almost immediately that she does not have the patience required to untangle them. She quickly gives up and instead rises to her feet and announces she is going to order pizza.

Alex is gone for less than ten minutes but when she walks back into the living room, she can't help but laugh. In those ten minutes Casey has managed to haul every string of light out of the tote. She has them spread out on the floor and is working on a small strand, her face wrinkled up in concentration.

"Pizza will be here in fifteen," Alex tells her, sitting down. She watches Casey struggle for a few minutes. "Let's just go buy some new lights."

Casey glares at Alex. "New lights? No! I've had these forever. There is nothing wrong with them. They are just tangled. You of all people should know you don't give up on something because it's difficult." She tosses a tangled mess at Alex. "Here. You're going to help me."

Alex surrenders; she knows she doesn't have a choice anyway.

Twenty minutes later the pizza has arrived and the box is sitting on the floor beside them, three pieces missing already.

They haven't made much progress. Casey has gotten two strands apart but Alex hasn't even finished her first strand. Not that she's really trying that hard anyway.

Casey knows this. She takes another bite of pizza and gives Alex a cocky look. "You suck at this."

For some reason, this makes Alex laugh. She tosses the tangled strand aside and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

Casey slides closer to Alex and drapes one of the strands of lights around her shoulders. Alex sits there like a rag doll and lets Casey wrap it around her neck like a scarf. Then for added touch, she adds a strand of garland and Alex is left looking like a human Christmas tree.

Casey laughs and plugs in the strand of lights. They immediately come on, lighting Alex up like the fourth of July.

"Beautiful," Casey comments, kissing her cheek. "I think I may just have you stand in the corner there till Christmas and take the tree down."

"Glad you're amused," Alex says, unwrapping herself of the lights and dropping them down on the floor. She puts her arm around her girl and squeezes her tight. "I really love our first tree. This is going to be the best Christmas ever."

Casey sighs, nuzzling Alex's neck. "I'm going to be Cabot. Christmas day will be my first official day as a Cabot." Alex plays with the ring on Alex's finger. "This was supposed to be your Christmas present. I'm really sorry I can't afford to buy you anything else as nice."

Alex presses a kiss to Casey's cheek. "Don't you ever feel bad about that, Casey. Ever. This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me. And you - you're the best gift anyone could ever ask for. Us, our future...it's all i want. All I'll ever want."

And that's all Casey wants too.

Do you think Casey should take the job? Or keep fighting for her prosecutor job?