Derek yawned as he came downstairs on Saturday morning, rubbing his eyes as he went. The scene that met his eyes was not only unusual but comical as well. Casey was trying to teach Sam how to dance in the space at the bottom of the stairs. Derek paused on the stairs watching them. What was going on?

"Come on! Sam, it's not that hard. We have to get this."

"I don't see why I'm doing this."

"You're helping me out. And I can't ask Derek. And there is no one else. Come on!"

They resumed their dancing positions. Derek tried to guess what dance they were doing.

"You know, for a bassist, you don't have a lot of rhythm."

"It's too fast."

"This is the speed of the salsa. You can't learn it slower. Then again, you aren't learning it at all."

"Can't we learn another dance?"

"No, Sam. This competition requires a salsa."

Sam tried to spin Casey but screwed up and they landed on a heap on the floor.

"That's it! Find yourself a new partner! I quit!" Sam said, untangling himself and storming out.

"Sam, wait! Oh forget it." Casey wiped the sweat off her brow and turned her stereo off.

"What's going on, Case?" Derek said coming down the stairs fully.

Casey leant on the back of the couch dejectedly. "Nothing you'd be interested in."

"You were trying to teach Sam how to dance. Why?"

"You saw that, huh? It's for a dancing competition." Derek also leant on the back of the sofa next to her. "And I need a partner to perform the salsa."

"You never asked me. Why not use me?"

"Derek, in case you hadn't realised, you can't dance."

"So teach me. I'm a better dancer than Sam."

"We'd kill each other."

"Try me."

The challenge was set. Teach Derek how to do salsa dancing and make him good at it.

"Alright. Let's get started." Casey got up and told him to warm up; it didn't do to dance on cold muscles. She then turned the music on and let him get used to the pace and rhythm of it.

"Now, follow me. That's it. Roll your hips. Good. You are better than Sam. Arms up. It's like the tango or the meringue, in the basics. Good." She stopped and faced him. "Now, take my waist and with your right hand and with your other take my hand. A little higher. Good. That's right. Now you lead me. I'll guide you the first time so you get it. Now follow my moves. Side, side, stop. Now back the other way. Side, side, stop. Good. Now twirl me. Not quite so hard. Now I twirl you once. Now gently push me back a few paces, starting with your left foot. That's great. You're really getting the hang of this."

Gently she took him through each step of the dance and praised and encouraged him all the way. He was better than Sam. He took to it really well and although he muffed it a few times he did really well overall. They practiced all morning. At the end of one run-through they became aware of eyes watching them and as Derek dipped Casey they heard applause from all around them.

The rest of the family had entered the room from various angles and had sat or stood quietly watching the dance class. Casey blushed as Edwin and Lizzie cheered.

"So looks like we don't even need to see the other competitors. The two of you will take first prize no problem." Nora said grinning at her daughter's embarrassment.

Derek nodded but Casey shook her head. "Nope. Not yet we can't. We have a lot more practice to go yet."

"What? But we're amazing."

"No, not yet. The competition is huge for these and if we entered as we are now we wouldn't even make it to the quarter-finals. We have to practice more."

"What else is there? We're great."

"First off there's the right attitude in the dance. As sick as it is that I'm dancing it with my brother and the dance is nicknamed the 'Sexy Dance' we need to forget that we're related. It's a little frigid at the moment."

" 'Sexy Dance'? Really?"

"Exactly my point. I don't know what we have to do to get that attitude."

"Why don't you go out on a date?" George suggested. Everyone looked shocked. "I know. Yuk. But pretend that you're not related. You're only related by marriage anyway. Just go on a date. Nothing has to happen; you can compare each other's moves or something. Just get to know each other better. You never know, it could work. I think that if you know each other well then you might be able to fake that sexy attitude more convincingly than if you were at each others throats all the time."

"You want me to take her on a date?"

"Just get to know each other better. I'll pay."

Grudgingly they agreed that it might be a good idea to go out on one date to get to know each other better. They only had a week until the competition so they decided they would go out later that day.