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Not Without You ~Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader (Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson)
Summaryâ Casey Novak angst. No more spoilers than that! Approach at your own risk!!!
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Warnings: MATURE AUDIENCES, 18+!!, death, angst, really sad shit, murder, blood, gore, multiple suicides, unhappy ending, grief character death, crying, mentioned suicidal tendencies, etc.
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The precinct room was tense. Nobody was moving a muscle. Everyone frozen. You stood right under the doorway. Everyoneâs eyes were on her, on Casey.
It was crazy how wrong this had gone so quickly. The perp was holding Casey in front of him with a knife to the ADAâs throat. Her eyes were bulging in fear and you could see her body shaking.
You had walked into the situation, unintentionally, showing up to surprise your wife for lunch. And you had walked in to the precinct to find everyone with their hands up and staring at Case.
Your heart was racing and your breath was bated. Your mind started to spiral, as Elliot started to try and talk the perp down.
The manâs words blurred in and out of your understanding, you were too busy relieving your entire life with Casey. It was too fleeting. It wasnât enough. This couldnât be it. You and her had barely had anytime together.
The perp started to get more agitated. It seemed that anything Elliot was saying was only making it worseâŚ
Before you knew it, you heard a sudden slice followed by a squelched scream⌠and blood splattering across the roomâŚ
your heart dropped. Then another slice, no scream this time. Your eyes fluttered heavily, you started to feel dizzyâŚ
Your legs collapsed on themselves and you feel tumbling to the floor. Nothing made sense. How did it all go so wrong, so quickly�
Tears started to flow from your eyes. You looked up toward the bloody scene, your vision was blurred and hazy. EMTs were rushing to the two bodies that lies laying on the floor.
Everything began to muffle, the sounds fading into the background. You got the sudden urge to throw up, and you couldnât stop it, vomiting across the precinct floor in front of you.
You jolted as you felt someoneâs hand on your back. You looked up to your left with sobbing eyes to see Olivia trying to talk to you. But you couldnât hear her.
She tried to pick you up and turn you away from Casey, but you fought back. You fought with your life and soul to get to Casey. Oliviaâs hold tightened, not letting you move, so in desperation, you began to scream.
âNo! God please no!â as you collapse to ground again and scream in agony.
She picked you up from the floor again and quickly filed you out of the main room and into a separate office. You fought and fought but you just didnât have it in you anymore. She sat you down, sitting next to you, still trying to tell you something.
This was when you noticed how much you were shaking. You couldnât stop it. Your breathing was shallow and you felt like you were being blocked from the air in your lungs. This realization only brought more tears. Shock and adrenaline were now in full course and running rampant in your system, and you were really starting to feel the overwhelming effect.
Your eyes started to feel heavy and it all became too much. The last thing you remember is leaning against Oliviaâs shoulder before shutting your eyes indefinitely.
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When you woke up, you were in Oliviaâs apartment. You jolted upright with wide eyes.
Olivia was in her kitchen, but as soon as she heard your gasped breathing, she came into the living room where you laid on her couch. She immediately sat down next to you, bringing her hand behind your back.
âHey, hey⌠sweetheart, itâs okay. Youâre at my apartment. I didnât think⌠it would be appropriate to go to yoursâŚâ Olivia explained softly.
For a moment, for a nanosecond, you felt at peace. And then it all hit you.
Her dead body, the life leaving her eyes as blood spilt everywhere, her twitching hand as she bleed out, her mouth which you swore was whispering I love youâŚ
You started shaking again, and your breathing went shallow and spiked. Tears flowed freely and violently as you rocked back and forth on Livâs couch.
âOh god Oh God Oh GodâŚâ you choked out, your lip trembling as you tried to stifle your violent sobs.
âItâs okay, let it all outâŚâ Liv comforted you.
You suddenly felt the rage in your body kick in. You swatted Livâs hand away and stood up, filled with anger.
âY/N?â The brunette asked.
âI⌠I need to goâŚâ you mumbled, âW-whereâs my stuff?â
âAt the precinct still⌠Wait Y/N?!â
Before Liv could say another word, you were out the door.
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You walked into the SVU precinct for the second time in twenty four hours that day. The first thing you saw was the blood stain straight in front of you as you walked in. You gulped.
More feelings came bubbling up but you shoved them down.
You marched into the Captainâs office and demanded your things. Cragen looked at you sympathetically and asked if you were alright.
âIâm fineâŚâ you grumbled, ânow please give me my shit back.â
Cragen obliged and you were quick your things and leave. You made it all the way home and to your apartment hallway.
But then you saw your apartment. The one you and Casey had gotten together. The one you had planned to raise kids together in.
You shakily placed a hand over your mouth before letting out more uncontrollable sobs. Your legs were threatening to give out on you, but you managed to stumble your way to the bedroom, collapsing on the bed and losing consciousness again.
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You couldnât get out of bed for the next couple of days. You were in and out of either feeling completely numb or being it with all the grief at once. You were questioning reality.
Was this even fucking real� How could this have happened� What the fuck were you going to do�?
Throughout those days, you heard many people knocking, coming and going. Not much on your phone anymore, because you had let its battery run out, but when it was on, everyone on the team was calling and texting.
You knew they only wanted whatâs best for you and that they wanted to make sure you were okay⌠But you couldnât face them. If you faced them, that would mean it was real. And you couldnât risk that. That would break you. More than you are already, it would shatter you into the abyss.
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Months had passed and you had gone from your bed to your couch. Nowadays, it was mostly the numb feeling. Youâd gotten rid or moved any and all reminders of your late past wife.
You spent your days sleeping and crying. People always said it got better, but your pain when you felt it, was like the day you lost her. People were bullshit. You didnât want anyone ever again. You didnât want this. Didnât want life.
On a good day, you had just enough energy to make it to the bathroom. Today, you had been in the bath for hours, already having refilled it twice. You had your head laid back as your line of sight hit a bottle of pills on your counter. Your gut tugged at you.
You could be with Casey againâŚ
You leaned far with your arm and grabbed the pill bottle. You spun it in your hands and thought about it all.
Sheâs gone⌠never coming back⌠why not just skip the torture and be with her againâŚ?
~~
âAlexâŚâ Olivia breathed out with a light smile as the blonde ADA strutted down the street and towards the brunette detective with her signature smirk.
Liv, Elliott, and Alex then walked the crime scene and got themselves familiarized with this new case. And when they had a second at the precinct, she pulled Liv aside.
âHey Liv, I heard about Casey Novak, Y/Nâs wife⌠How is Y/NâŚ?â Alex asked with light concern.
You and Alex went to law school together. You had been really close. Until she went into Witness Protection. Since then neither of you had heard from each other.
âI⌠AlexâŚâ Liv sighed, rubbing her temples, âI havenât heard from Y/N in monthsâŚâ
Alexâs jaw nearly dropped.
âWhatâŚ??â She exclaimed, âLiv thatâs⌠thatâsâŚâ
âI know, I know⌠I just got caught up in cases and I thought she didnât want me there by the way it went down andââ Liv rambled.
âNo LivâŚ! Itâsâ Where does she liveâŚ??â Alex said in a panicked and concerned tone.
Liv quickly gave Alex the address, Alex stopped by Cragenâs office to let him know sheâd be gone for some time, before the blonde practically ran out of the precinct.
Olivia was quick to follow, having trouble keeping up with how fast Alex was going. But she got to the blonde in the parking garage, stepping in front of Lexâs car before she could drive away.
âAlex! What is happeningâŚ??â Liv exclaimed.
âGet in the car!!â Alex called out.
Liv quickly got in the passenger seat and sped away.
âLex⌠talk to me pleaseâŚâ Liv softly spoke, interlocking her left hand with her girlfriendâs right hand.
Alex took a deep breath as she sped down the roads to your place.
âLiv⌠When Y/N and I were in school, she got really close to a professor, she was like a mentor to Y/N⌠In our last year⌠that professor diedâŚâ Alex breathed out.
âOh⌠Iâm sorryâŚâ Liv gently said.
âNo Liv thatâs not it. Whatâs it is what happened afterwards⌠Y/N started behaving oddly, becoming more reclusive and anti social⌠and thenâŚâ Alex gulped, and flinched a little at recalling these harsh memories, âLiv, she tried to kill herself.â
Livâs whole demeanor changed, her eyes going wide. She felt guilt wracking her body.
How could she have been so stupid� How could she have left you alone for so long� What if..??
The car screeched to a halt just outside the apartment, and the two women rushed into the building. They ran up the stairs and Olivia had absolutely no hesitation in barging down the door. The women rushed into the room and looked around frantically.
Alex listened for you, and she faintly heard the sound of water running. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed,
âBathroom, Liv, bathroom!!!!â Alex cried out.
Alex stumbled the bathroom door open and stepped into the overflowing water from the bath that was everywhere. She yelped desperately in distress. Tears started to run down Alexâs cheeks, as she placed a hand over her mouth, the other hand still on the doorknob.
Liv came rushing behind Alex and was just as horrified at the sight as Alex was.
The overflowing water⌠the empty pill body⌠your lifeless body..
âWe-we need a busâŚâ Liv stammered into her radio, taking ahold of Alex.
Hell knows they both needed the supportâŚ
âItâs not your fault, Liv. Not your faultâŚâ Alex whispered.
âLike hell it isnâtâŚâ Liv breathed out.
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Could I please request Casey Novak! Sheâs my all time favourite baby! Maybe something like how reader is Burning with hatred when the new friend Casey starts to be too touching and affectionate. You can make it angsty or how ever you like. A bit random but I dunno Iâm feeling jealous lately I need to get it out of my system before it eats at me more .
Thanks you my love! đĽ°
All yours, anon! I don't write a whole lot of angst, so this was fun! (Happy ending tho because of who I am fundamentally lol). Hope you enjoy! --illdowhatiwantthanks
With the Crack of a Bat
Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: violent thoughts on the part of the reader (not like murderous or deeply harmful or anything, but... we're definitely wishing ill-will), some angst, very vague references to sex, innuendo (please let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.3k
Summary: There's a new girl on yours and Casey's LGBTQ+ softball team, and you do not like how cozy she's getting with your girlfriend.
You sat fuming in the dugout, waiting your turn to bat, the heel of your cleat grinding repeatedly into the dirt-caked concrete. You werenât usually a jealous person and, in the several months youâd been dating, Casey had done nothing to suggest that she was the kind of person whoâd cheat on you. In fact, sheâd done quite the opposite, proving herself again and again to be loyal to a fault.
But the new girlâEloiseâshe made you more insecure than youâd been since high school. She was everything you werenât. Lithe where you were stocky. Feminine where you were rough around the edges. Suave and easy and flirtatious where you were awkward and fumbling. In short, she would have been a popular girl. She was popular on the LGBTQ+ softball team. Even just in scrimmages, like today, both sides of your split team vied for Eloise to be their pitcher. She was the best. There was no way around it.
You hated playing catcher for her. She was more of a one-woman show than a team player. She often ignored your play calls. When she pulled it off, it paid off. But youâd allowed more than one stolen base because she threw where you werenât expecting and you missed the catch.
But today, youâd discovered something you hated even more than playing catcher for her: Casey playing first base for her. Every strikeout, every tag-team play, they were all over each other. Chatty as could be. Hugging, cheering, lingering high-fives. It made you livid. But if youâd examined your anger, you would have found that what it really made you was scared. Scared that Casey would like Eloise more than you because, letâs be honest, whatâs not to like?
You swung your bat, letting your shoulders and hips get loose as you waited on deck. A tip of the ball from the batter in front of youâa grounder to Eloise, who scooped it up and tossed it wildly to Casey. It would have been an easy throw to miss, but Casey bent and stretched for it, tagging the runner out at first with only seconds to spare.
Eloise whooped and the two came together for a high-five.
âHell yeah, Novak,â Eloise called, smacking her ass. You felt your jaws clench. âGotta love a girl who knows how to bend.â She spoke a little too loud, a little too pointed, especially as you approached the box. She wasnât even being sly about it anymore. Itâs like Eloise was goading you, teasing you, as if she was saying without saying, I could take your girl. Easy.
You took a deep breath and focused. Focused all your rage, all your insecurity, all your desperate love for Casey that felt suddenly so very tenuous, and held it all in your twisted grip on the bat. You exhaled slowly, blood pumping loud in your ears, tensed and ready for Eloiseâs pitch. And when it cameâwham. You sent it flyingâstraight into Eloiseâs left boob. The thwunk was so unbelievably satisfying, you had to wipe the smile off your face before anyone noticed. Eloise doubled over, clutching her chest, stumbling into the dirt on the pitcherâs mound. The rest of the fielders ran to her.
What you really wanted was to victoriously round the bases, but that seemed in bad taste, so you dropped your bat and walked over to the pitcherâs mound, too.
âOh my god, Eloise,â you said, trying your best to sound sincere. âIâm so sorry.â
âItâs all good,â she groaned, taking Caseyâs hand and grasping it as she pulled herself to her feet.
You frowned as you watched Casey support Eloise with an arm around her back. This was backfiring. This was not going the way youâd planned. Softball practice effectively dissipated as one of the girls got Eloise some water and another dumped hers to make a makeshift ice pack for her to hold on her chest.
After making sure Eloise was okay, Casey turned to you, glaring. You shrank. This was really not going as planned.
âGet your shit,â Casey said, her voice harsh and flat. âLetâs go.â
You silently gathered your things and followed her to the car, scared by her tone, scared by the fact that she didnât take your hand on the way to the car like she always did, scared that she seemed well and truly madâa rarity for Casey.
âCaseââ you started, as you both climbed into the car and slammed the doors.
âWhat the fuck was that!?â she yelled, brows furrowed, face red. âThe rest of the team might not know, but you and I know exactly how good your aim is with a bat. That was not an accident, Y/N.â
You were quiet, head bent, trying not to cry. âIâm sorry,â you whispered.
Casey shook her head. âWhat is your deal with her!? Youâve been acting so weird since she joined the team.â
âIâve been acting weird!?â you shot back, surprised by your own anger. âYouâve been weird. Sheâs all over you, Casey. She flirts with you constantly. In front of me. And you just⌠let her!â
Casey looked at you with genuine shock. âWhat are you talking about?!â
You dashed away a few angry tears that slid down your cheeks. âSheâs⌠sheâs so fucking pretty and cool and strong and you clearly like her and I just⌠I donât know. Iâm sorry. It was dumb.â
âY/N,â Casey said, her voice cooling a bit. âI like Eloise as a friend. Thatâs it.â
âWell,â you sniffed. âShe likes you as more than a friend. And she acts like it.â
You let out a shaky breath, jumping a bit when you felt Caseyâs hands on the side of your warm face. You glanced at her and saw that she was fighting off a smile, her eyebrows raised.
âYouâre jealous,â she said, savoring the word, letting it linger. âIs that what this is about?â
You blushed furiously, looking pointedly at the door handle. âIâm sorry. I know itâs stupid.â
Casey sighed, then chuckled a bit, brushing her thumb against your cheekbone. âItâs kind of cute actually. But, Y/N, honeyâŚâ She turned your face so you had to look her in the eyes. âI am not flirting with Eloise. I will make it clear to her that Iâm in a relationship. Maybe she just didnât know.â
You had your doubts about this, but you decided to keep quiet about it for the time being.
Casey continued. âBut unless she doesnât respect that boundary, I still want to be friends with her. Okay? You canât ask me to not be friends with people because youâre jealous.â
You nodded and sighed. âI know. But if she keeps flirting with you anyway?â
âIf she keeps coming on to me, I will cut it off. I promise.â
You sighed, grinding your teeth.
âBaby,â Casey said, pressing her forehead to yours, both of you heady with the scents of ballpark dust and sweat and the leather of your gloves. âI can assure you I do not talk to Eloise or anyone else the way I talk to you. Or touch them the way that I touch you.â
You shuddered as she brushed her lips against yours.
âSheâs not even my type,â Casey finished, her mouth mere centimeters from yours.
âAnd whatâs your type?â you asked, already knowing the answer.
âYou.â And then she kissed you. She kissed you with so much fervor, so much passion, as if she couldnât communicate how yours she was with mere words, so she had to use her lips instead. And you knew thenâjust as deep down youâd always knowâthat Casey wasnât flirting with anyone else. She wasnât looking at anyone else. She certainly wasnât doing this with anyone else. Casey was yours. And you were hers. And youâd do anything and everything to keep it that way.
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The Veiled Law of Affection - Chapter 10
*Disclaimer* - I just want to say I'M SORRY right off the bat. I hate me for this chapter too. Please except the seven Word doc pages of smut that start this chapter off as my APOLOGY and a reminder that this is *temporary* Now on to the usual warnings- smut, svu talk (I tried to tone down dialogue surrounding this case as I felt that kind of stuff is probably more difficult to read than watch in the show}, night terrors, accidental violence, fluff and a shit ton of angst Based on S6E13 "Quarry"
Pairing: Casey Novak x Olivia Benson
Word Count: 9603
by PKJ @novaksupremacy
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Casey panted, naked, up against the doorframe, Livâs hand to her throat as she kissed down the side of her neck. They had cast their clothes to the side the minute they were behind the apartment door. The counselor leaned her head to the side to give her girlfriend better access, âMmm this is new detective, I like it.â She mewled biting down on her lip.
âOh yeah?â Liv smirked against the dip between Caseyâs neck and shoulder and slid her thigh in between the redheadâs. She tightened her grip a little bit, the ADA placing her hand over Livâs and let out a moan.
âBaby, I need you.â The counselor whined, âdonât tease.â She would be lying if she said she meant that. She loved it when her detective tortured her.
The brunette dropped her hand and pressed herself tight against Casey, lifting her up by her thighs and wrapped them around her waist. She pressed the redheadâs back against the wall, biting and suckling down her pulse points.
âMmm, leave a mark.â Casey sighed against the side of Livâs face, her hands lost in her loverâs hair, her hips rutting towards Livâs, âand please, please, take me to fucking bed.â She nipped at her girlfriendâs jaw.
The detective thrust her hips against her, pinning the young woman tighter against the doorframe, getting her to cry out. She got a tight grip on her loverâs backside and whisked her into the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed.
Casey giggled as she landed with a slight bounce and grabbed Livâs hand pulling her down on top of her. The sensation of Livâs smooth skin against her own got her every time, sending chills up her spine. She brought her hand down to her detectiveâs core and teased her lightly with her index finger, slowly pushing the tip of her finger in and out tauntingly. The brunette whimpering above her, letting out little sighs and moans of pleasure. She whined as Casey brought her finger back up to her lips, âMmm, my good girl, my detective. You taste amazing.â She groaned.
The brunette quivered at her girlfriend's words and brought her body down to meet her. She flipped on to her back pulling the redhead on top of her, kissing her and pulling at her lip. âFinish what you started, Counselor.â She licked her lips and grinned, âFuck me, and donât stop.â
Casey let out a sultry chuckle and then traced the tip of her tongue slowly down Livâs body straight to her center, giving her clit a swift flick. She gave pause to look up at her detective whose lips were curled up in a smile, eyes closed tight. âLook at me baby,â the redhead instructed running her hands up and down her girlfriendâs upper thighs, once the brunette locked her eyes on her, she ran her tongue over Livâs sensitive bud and then delved into her slick heat. The brunette was already dripping as Casey began to slowly thrust her tongue, pulling Livâs thighs to go deeper. Livâs hands were desperately reaching to hold on to any part of Casey and ended up running her nails up and down her arms.
Liv cried out in relief, âCase, Iâm so close.â She ground her hips down against her girlfriendâs face, their eyes still locked on each other.
The redhead moaned into her lover as she continued, not letting her gaze waver as she felt Liv contract and flutter around her tongue. Instead of stopping she gripped her girlfriend tighter and continued tongue fucking her as the orgasm subsided and then after.
âOhhhh, Ohhhh.â Liv was practically screaming, she was trying so hard to keep eye contact as Casey moaned over and over again into her wet center, her nectar dripping down the redheadâs face. She couldnât form words, not even to scream her lovers name the way she wanted to as she came toppling over her edge again. Her jaw hung slack, her body shivering. She went to pull herself up, but Casey pulled her back down not letting go as she cleaned up after herself.
âNot yet baby, I need at least one more from you.â She cooed causing her lover to shudder and jump under her touch. âAnd this time, I need you to wait until I say so, okay?â She kissed her way up Livâs inner thighs watching her face for a response. Liv nodded as she tried to refocus and catch her breath.
               âVerbal.â Casey quipped, laying a soft kiss on her girlfriend's sensitive bud as the brunette tried to rut against her. âAh,â the ADA moved back, âtalk to me Detective.â
               âPlease Casey, donât stop.â She mewled.
               âYou sure, you sure you donât want me to give you a break?â Casey teased. Her fingertip toying with Liv, running it up and down through her slick and then bringing it to her mouth. She giggled knowing exactly what she was doing as she drove the brunette wild.
               âPlease donât stop, please, please.â The detective begged, rutting her hips in search of contact.
               âMmm, thatâs Daddyâs good girl.â Casey grinned as she slipped two fingers in and began thrusting slowly, gently curling to massage Livâs g-spot. She let her jaw hang as she mocked the brunetteâs expression and let out a small gasp. âMmm you feel so good baby,â
               Olivia couldnât keep her eyes open anymore; she threw her head back whimpering towards the ceiling. She could feel herself getting close. âCase, Casey, Iâ
               The counselor shook her head, ânot yet beautiful. Just hold on for me.â
               Liv brought her hands to head pushing her palms down over her eyes. She didnât think she could hold out for much longer. âPlease Case, please.â She whined.
               âCome on baby, you can wait, almost there.â The redhead slowed down again bringing her tongue down, pressed it against her loverâs clit languidly stroking circles on it and moaned loudly. She could feel the brunette start to clench.
               âCa-ca-ca-Casey! Casey.â The detective gasped, she was going insane, her hands flailing, and she slammed her hand against the headboard a few times.
               âThatâs it baby, scream my name and I promise Iâll let you get relief. Come on baby tell me who makes you feel good.â She kissed her clit still fucking her slowly with her fingers, âYou want to come, donât you?â
               âMmm, fuck.â Liv panted, âCasey! Ohhhh! CASEY!â she began whimpering.
               âLouder.â The counselor began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster.
               The brunette obliged as she rolled her hips against the ADAs fingers. âOh G-d Casey, donât stop.â
               âLouder.â The redhead said again, she smirked. Olivia screaming her name like that had her throbbing and dripping down her own thighs. âAnd look at me,â she commanded as she picked up the pace again.
               The detective groaned, she could barely keep still but she did as she was told and opened her eyes. They were glossed over, drunk with arousal, a grin sprawled across her face as she locked onto Caseyâs green eyes. Her entire body was pulsing as Casey began fucking her as hard and fast as her forearm muscles would allow. The brunetteâs lip quivered uncontrollably; the scent of Caseyâs perfume mixed with their sex intoxicated her.
               âOhhhh, C-c-Casey, Oh my god Casey!â She was screaming now, her mouth hung open trying to keep her loverâs gaze. âFuck baby, please let me come. Itâs thr-throbbing,â she whimpered.
               The luscious lawyer pulled her fingers away bringing everything to a grinding halt. The brunetteâs eyes shot open as her body sputtered out. The redhead quickly brought herself up and straddled Liv bringing her sex down onto her loverâs core. She brought her hand back down between them and began thrusting again, she rolled her hips as she did which caused her arousal to start drenching Liv.
               As she could feel herself building up, she could feel the detective barely hanging on. âNow baby,â she mewled as she started to get hot, seconds away from orgasm. âCome with me.â
               She didnât even have to repeat herself as Liv soaked Caseyâs hand, making unintelligible sounds at top volume, her breath staggered. The redhead felt her own walls flutter as she came hard, grinding down against her girlfriend. She collapsed forward, their uncovered breasts brushing, touching each other as she smiled against her girlfriendâs lips and kissed her passionately. She rolled off and laid her head against Livâs shoulder bringing her hand to her lips licking her fingers clean of her girlfriend.
               âYou didnât think we were done, did you?â Liv maneuvered herself on top of Casey, her thigh pressed up against the ADAs hot, wet, heat. The redhead let out a gasp and leaned her head back. Liv pulled her gaze back to her, pressing her thumb and forefinger to her chin, âWhere you going baby? Look at me.â She slid her free hand down between them, sliding two fingers into her girlfriendâs core. She let her mouth fall slightly open and her eyes rolled in ecstasy as she felt how wet Casey truly was for her. She still held her chin to make sure the ADA was watching and knew how much pleasure Liv got from touching her.
               Casey let her facial expression match Livâs as she watched how much her girlfriend enjoyed fucking her. She bit her lip and moaned, âMmm baby, I love how you feel.â She rutted her hips against the brunette's hand.
Liv happily began to pick up the pace, sliding in a third finger and slamming into the redhead fast and hard. âCome on baby, donât hold back on me, let it out.â
The counselor was mewling and whimpering loudly as she could feel everything building up. It felt so good she had tears welling in her eyes, so good she couldnât get words out, just a loud moan as she came against Livâs hand who continued to fuck her until the orgasm was over. The detective collapsed against her, breathing hard and smiling into her neck.
Casey couldnât help but smile and run her hands through Livâs hair. âThat wasââ her chest heaving.
               âAmazing? Incredible?â the brunette chuckled.
               âHot.â Casey stated kissing the detectiveâs forehead. âYou did so good.â She pursed her lips and traced her fingertips across Oliviaâs bare chest. âThe way you were soâaggressive in the doorway.â She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling.
               âShit Case, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to be so rough.â Liv sighed.
               âNo, no,â The counselor kissed her, âI liked it, it was very sexy. I wouldâve told you if I wasnât okay with it. Promise.â
               *****
âGood morning, got your confession?â Captain Cragen smiled as he entered the squad room. He was in a rare, good mood. Â Â Â
Liv stretched and yawned, âYeah, nine hours. Guy held out for nine hours.â Â
âHmm, well, the desk sergeant asked me to bring this upâ he handed her a large manilla envelope.
The detective took it from him and looked at it with curiosity.
âWant a cup of coffee?â the captain asked as he headed to the machine. He really is in a good mood Liv thought to herself.
The brunette nodded opening the envelope, âyeah and two eggs over easy, some hash browns and toast.â
Cragen turned to look at her, giving her his famous, âcome on kid donât bust your fatherâs ballsâ face.
Liv turned around with a smirk; âCoffeeâs fineâ Don turned to fix coffee as Liv read the flyer in the envelope. âHave you seen this child? Missing, March 22nd, 1980âJeffery Ronsonâ
Her boss whipped back around to face her, âJeffrey Ronson?â
âYeah an old missing child flyer and a photo of Yankee Clipper Park. Somebody wrote an âXâ in the right field corner. Look at this,â she put the photo down and pointed at it, âHe is here.â As Cragen picked up the flyer Liv looked up confused as the captainâs face got somber.
The two of them drove out to the field in the photo after notifying uniâs to meet them on scene. âIâll even get you breakfast after.â The captain said as they got in the car.
Upon arrival, âJeffrey Ronson was seven when he disappeared in 1980. We spent the entire spring trying to find him.â Cragen explained.
Liv nodded in agreement, âWasnât there a guy you liked for this?â
The captain nodded, âYeah Lucas Biggs.â
 âI remember Biggs, he got popped for that kidnap/murder down in VA. Heâs on death row right?â The detective adjusted her sunglasses as they walked.
 âNot for long, heâs slated for execution next week.â
As they made their way down the field they were greeted by Melinda, who was standing in a very large hole, âCaptain we have something. Got a hit off ground penetrating radar. Started digging, found thisâchildâs skull, buried face down.â Â
âHeâs still got his baseball jersey on.â Liv said incredulously.
Cragen nodded, âItâs gotta be Jeffrey, this is his neighborhood. He played ball here. If our case is active that means Biggs gets a stay of execution.â He and Benson headed back to the car.
The brunette shrugged her shoulders, âSo he has help on the outside, someone hand delivered that flyer.â
The captain furrowed his brow, âWhich he couldâve handed to anybody, so whyâd he pick you.â
*****
               âYou even manage to make somber funeral clothes look sexyâ Casey smirked as they pulled up into the parking lot of Reutz & Sonâs Funeral Home.
               Liv blushed, âThink so? I promise we wonât be here long then we can go grab some lunch.â She smiled and ran her hand along her girlfriendâs arm.
               âBabe Iâd rather spend my day off at a funeral home with you while you question potential suspects than home by myself any day of the week.â She giggled and gave the brunette a quick peck. They both got out of the car and headed for the door, Liv slightly in front of Casey who followed behind in her footsteps.
               Liv approached the grieving parents as they entered the building, âMr. and Mrs. Ronson Iâm so sorry for your loss.â
               Mr. Ronson smiled halfheartedly, âThank you, Detective. The guest book is right here, please sign in before the service.â
               Mrs. Ronson looked down, âThank you.â she mouthed as Casey took her hand and gave her her most empathetic face. The ADA squeezed the womanâs hand before following behind Olivia.
               Morales was back in the mobile command unit explaining how the pen next to the guest book worked. Liv and Casey were visible on their surveillance cam. âShe writes her name, and it translates everything to our wireless receiver.â
               Munch chuckled, âThe magic of digital pens. Also remember we can see you and this is a sad occasion.â
               âKeep it up John, and Iâll put her about five different positions to make you blush.â Liv joked, mumbling into the mic in her jacket.
               Caseyâs eyebrow went up as she whipped her head towards her girlfriend and mouthed, âWhat the fuck?â in utter embarrassment.
âSo we just cross reference the names with the original case files.â Morales cleared his throat and changed the subject.
Munch realized he was being scolded for his silliness and readjusted, âHereâs one Deacon Brim, lived across the street from Jeffrey and was babysitting the night he died. Let him walk home alone. He was the last person to seem him alive. Liv, Caseâweâre gonna need to interview Deacon the minute the service is over.â
The brunette leaned into her coat, âCopy that.â She placed her hand on Caseyâs knee. The redhead smiled and put her arm on the back of Livâs chair, her chest swelled with pride.
Morales piped up, âIâve got another one, Avery Shaw.â
Munch checked his notes, âPlayed on Jeffreyâs baseball team. A week after he disappeared Avery remembered seeing Biggs talking to Jeffery.â
Moreles squinted at the screen, âHang on whatâs he doing. Heâs leaving.â
Liv brought her mouth to her jacket again, âIâll go talk to him.â Casey smoothed out the tails of her jacket as she stood up and followed suite.
ââScuse me?â Liv called after Avery as she exited the building. âAvery? You alright?â she saw the man had been crying.
âIâm fineâ he nodded. Casey hung back by the entry door in case Morales or Munch signaled her to grab someone else. âDo I know you?â
Liv lifted up her shield, âIâm Detective Benson. You left pretty quick.â
âYeah, I couldnât handle seeing all those people again,â he shoved his hands into his coat pockets and walked out towards the parking lot âI just wanted to say goodbye to my best friend.â
âYou played baseball with Jeffrey Ronson?â Liv motioned to Casey to come over to them. Casey tilted her head and then began to walk to the brunette.
Avery nodded, âHe played short, I played second.â
âAvery this my friend ADA Casey Novak, she also plays ball.â The detective put her arm on Caseyâs back to bring her into the conversation.
The redhead nodded, âI do, I play first base, and our other friend plays short.â She smiled hoping that the common ground would get him to open up more.
This elicited a smile from the man, âWe got a trophy once for turning the most double plays in the season.â
C- Thatâs impressive, weâre lucky if we make it through a game without someone getting injured.
Avery hands Liv a small, tattered photo of him and Jeffrey, âI can remember when we took that, Jeffrey yelled at Deacon for getting his finger in the photo.â
âDeacon Brinn?â the brunette asked?
The young man nodded, âHe was like our guardian. He was older so heâd walk us home. Made sure we looked both ways before crossing. Do you think finding Jeffreyâs body will prove who killed him?â
Liv knew she had to be careful with her choice of words here, âWeâre looking for evidence and re-interviewing everyone. Tell me about Lucas Biggs.â She followed him as he walked, Casey followed behind keeping an ear on the conversation.
Avery shrugged, âHe had a huge stash of baseball cards. Everybody from Reggie to Goose to Tekulve and... He didnât look like a pervert, he was cool.â
âSo, you didnât think that heâd hurt Jeffrey? Is that why it took you so long to go to the police?â The detective interrogated.
Avery stopped and got quiet, âEverybody was blaming Deacon for Jeffreyâs disappearance, I didnât want them to blame me.
Liv tilted her head sympathetically, âWell, thank you for your time, Avery, Iâll let you know if we have any more questions.â
Avery nodded and gave a small wave to the redhead behind her, âBye Ms. Casey.â
Casey smiled back and returned the wave, âBye Avery.â It was easy to see there was still so much unprocessed damage going on with this man, she frowned sympathetically.
Liv turned towards her and took her hand. Ready for that food I promised?
The counselor shook her head enthusiastically, âAbsolutely, Iâm craving a good diner sandwich.â She swung their hands as they walked back towards the car.
The brunette pursed her lips in agreement, âOh that sounds great, Skylight? Or would you rather stay around here?â
âNo skylight sounds great; we have to get back to the precinct anyway.â The redhead smirked. They both got in the car simultaneously. The ADA wasted no time turning Livâs face and pulling her into a languid kiss. âMmm little deaths,â she sighed with a smile. âYou were amazing with that interview. I love watching you work.â
Liv blushed, âYouâre pretty amazing at what you do too counselor and how you picked up the cues to come coax him into more of a conversation about baseball.â She interlocked her fingers with Caseyâs as they exited the parking lot.
*****
Liv walked outside with the captain as he headed to the coffee cart, âWe got nothing from the funeral. Just a lot of fingers pointed at Biggs.â
Cragen nodded and thought for a moment, âI guess itâs time to talk to the man himself. I want you on the next flight to Virginia.â
The detective halted and then began walking again, âReally think heâs gonna talk? After all these years?â
The captain shrugged, âMaybe to you-- if he sent the map, itâs an invitation. Get your girlfriend to drive you to JFK.â
Liv stopped in her tracks.
Cragen scowled, âYeah it was weird for me too. I was trying it on. Just imagine me being supportive but not out loud.â
The detective smiled, âYou got it Cap.â she chuckled.
*****
Casey had tears streaming down her face as she drove, âDonald âDadâ Cragen said have your girlfriend drive you to the airport? Oh my god thatâs great,â she laughed as she glanced at Liv in the passenger seat. âWhat did you do?â
âI froze,â the detective giggled, âit caught me so off guard I didnât know what to do. The immediate regret on his face after was priceless.â She mocked the captains voice ââImagine my-- nonverbal supportââ and then patted me on the back.â
The redhead guffawed, âDamn I miss all the fun. They have a car waiting for you in Virginia?â
Liv nodded, âYeah someone from the Waverly PD is supposed to pick me up when I land.â
âWell, I donât care what time it is when you get back, you better call me. None of this taking a cab in the middle of the night crap.â She ran her fingers over Livâs thigh. âPromise youâll call?â
âI promise babe. Swear it.â Â She kissed Caseyâs fingertips, smirking. âJust make sure youâve had coffee because I may keep you up when I get back.â
The ADA put her hand behind her girlfriend's neck and massaged it as they drove, âI look forward to it.â
They pulled up into the departure lanes at JFK International Airport and Liv hopped out. Casey threw the car into park and jumped out grabbing Livâs bag for her out of the backseat. âYou better be careful Oliva Benson. Tell the pilot heâs got precious cargo on board.â She pulled her close, hanging from her lips and the holding tight to the lapels of her jacket. âCome home safely. I miss you already.â
*****
Biggs said across the table from Olivia, âLast time a cop came here he tried to pin the death of a boy from Louisville on me. Where you from?â
âNew York Cityâ
âYouâre a long way from home.â Â He sat down. âYou mustâve heard theyâre gonna kill me next week. Nothing like waiting till the last minute. You know how many of your colleagues have tried to get me to admit that I killed Jeffrey Ronson? Twelveâ
Liv started circling the interrogation table.
Biggs smirked, he seemed unfazed, âThatâd make you thirteen. Could be your lucky number.â
âYour girlfriend, VivianâŚshe used to work for the Ronsons.â The detective continued pacing. âNow tell me, Lucas, is that a coincidence?â
âIt was the first time I saw him. I went to pick Viv up from work. Jeffrey was running around naked, screaming about having to get in the bathtub. His hair smelled like Mr. Bubbles.â Biggs closed his eyes as if he were reliving some twisted memory.
âIs that why you went to the ballpark to lure him away with you?â
âI never lured him anywhere. He wasnât my type.â He looked down at the floor.
âYou sure?â Liv said as she stepped towards him. âCause I think you went back to the ballpark that night, Lucas. I think you kidnapped Jeffrey Ronson; you molested him and then you killed him.â
Biggs snapped, âListen to me carefully. I never touched Jeffrey Ronson.â
âThen how did you know where he was buried?â the detective demanded.
Biggs shot her a confused look, âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhyâd you send me these?â She placed the flyers down on the table in front of him. âYou think itâs funny?â
âNext Friday, theyâre gonna fry me like a piece of bacon. Why would I send you these now?â The prisoner pushed the flyers back at her.
Liv quirked her brow, âSo we find Jeffrey, the case stays alive, and so do you.â
âWhat you donât understand Detective Benson is Iâm ready to die. Iâve made peace with my lord, heâs forgiven my sins, and Jeffrey Ronsonâ he paused, âisnât one of them.â
               Liv grabbed her bag from the return and headed out to the pickup lanes at JFK. She only expected to be looking for Caseyâs car but was pleasantly surprised to see her girlfriend posted up against it, hands buried in her trench coat. The redhead had a big cheesy smile as the detective approached.
           ��   âHey beautiful.â she pursed her lips and flashed her bedroom eyes at her girlfriend.
               âHey yourself,â she pulled her close, inhaling the smell of her perfume and kissing her softly, âsorry on the short notice. I really thought it wouldâve taken longer.â
               âMore time with you is never something to apologize for. I just said it was case related.â
*****
               The detectiveâs had gotten a hot tip on Biggâs financials. The records revealed that his ex, the Ronsonâs old housekeeper, was still cashing Biggsâ pension checks. When Munch and Liv drove out to see her, she let it slip that Lucas Biggs had a storage locker for which she was still paying.
               Benson looked around in shock as her and John clipped the lock on the storage. She shone her flashlight in and saw what looked like shelves of baseball caps. âOh my god.â She gasped.
               Munch flicked on the light, âThere's gotta be a hundred baseball caps in here.â There was also a small table and chair facing the direction of the shelves.
               âTrophies, each one from a different victim.â Liv curled her lip in disgust as she motioned to CSU to come document everything.
*****
               Liv didnât often dream about work but tonight it consumed every dream that had. She tossed and turned unable to get the thought of the storage unit out of her head. Casey rolled over, stirring from all of the motion on the other side of the bed. She squinted and noticed that her girlfriendâs jaw was clenched, and she was drenched in sweat.
               âBabe,â Casey whispered, âLiv, baby, are you okay?â The brunette was thrashing, the ADA could hear her teeth grinding. âHey,â she sat up. âOlivia? Are you okay?â Casey was starting to worry she was having some type of seizure as she gently placed her hand on the sleeping detective in an attempt to rouse her from her nightmare. Before she realized what was happening Liv had shot up and had her in a chokehold. The redhead grabbed Livâs arm in a state of shock trying to pull it away enough to get air and yell at her. âLiv! Baby let go!â Casey started smacking Livâs arm âLIV! Wake up youâre hurting me!â The brunette had her tight and she was afraid if she let go sheâd pass out. So in a last resort she took her free arm and threw her elbow back to jab Olivia in the gut. It was enough to jolt the detective back to a waking state and she let go startled.
               Casey jumped off the bed and turned around looking at Liv while rubbing her neck, âSon of a bitch! What the fuck Olivia?!â Her heart was pounding, and she tried to catch her breath.
               âCasey, oh my god, what was I doing? Iâm so sorry baby, are you okay?â She scrambled to her feet to check on her girlfriend.
               The redhead retreated, her eyes wide in fear on the verge of tears. âPlease donât.â
               âCasey, baby Iâm so sorry. Did I hurt you?â Liv felt the hot tears running down her face. âWhat did I do?â
               âYou had me in a fucking chokehold!â Casey was still rubbing her neck. âYou couldâve killed me.â
               âBaby Iâm so sorry. I would never knowingly do that. I was dreaming about Lucas and that storage unit. Iâm so sorry, please let me make sure youâre alright? Please?â She was in hysterics. The counselorâs face softened, and she accepted, flipping on the light. Livâs face went white as she saw the red mark her forearm left on Caseyâs neck.
               âIs it bad,â the redhead whimpered.
               âItâs red, can I touch you?â Liv let out a sob. The ADA nodded and the detective gently put her fingertips to Caseyâs neck. âDoes it hurt.â
               The prosecutor shook her head, âNo, it justâscared me.â She looked at the hurt on the detectiveâs face, how could she ever for a second think that her girlfriend would do that on purpose. She brought her hands up to meet Livâs and pulled the detectiveâs arms around her and held her tight.
               The brunette wept into her the crook of her neck. Casey hugged her tighter which made her wince in pain. âOwâ
               âShit, Liv Iâm so sorry. I was panicking and you wouldnât wake up, so I jabbed you with my elbow.â The redhead gently lifted the hem of the brunette's shirt to make sure she didnât grievously injure her. She ran the pads of her fingers along her abdomen checking for bruises, which thankfully she found none of.
               âDonât you dare be sorry. I probably wouldâve done the same thing!â She brought her chestnut brown eyes to meet Caseyâs. She was doing that puppy eye thing that always melted Liv into a puddle. âCan I kiss you?â
               The ADA almost broke into pieces, âOlivia Benson donât you dare ask if you can kiss me, of course you can. In fact I need you to.â
               Liv gently cupped Caseyâs face and kissed her lips tenderly. âIâm sorry baby. Iâm so sorry.â She kept placing tender kisses in between whispers of âIâm sorry.â
               âYou think we can try to go back to bed? We have to be up pretty early tomorrow.â The redhead whispered.
The detective nodded, âOnly if youâll hold me, Iâm terrified I hurt you again.â
Casey laid down and pulled Liv close to her heart, and wrapped her arms around her tight, âIâm not.â She kissed her temple.
*****
               Something about being in Caseyâs sweater made her feel safe, like some sort of armor. However, she still had a knot in her stomach from last night's events. She waited for Lucas in the interrogation room once more, all of his âtrophiesâ on display, a list of all of the inventory on a clip board in her hand.
               Biggs was taken aback as he walked to the holding cell and saw his collection. âYou had no right to touch those!â The guard slid the cell gate open, and he waltzed through, pompous in his movement, âThey gave âem to me! To remember them by. And I remember them. Their necks, their shouldersâtheir bellies. Always changing.â
Liv stared at him in disgust, her fingers tugging at her sleeve in an attempt to soothe her anxietiesâit felt like having Casey with her.
âTurning from boys into men, right before my eyes.â He looked at the caps lined up on the tables and started to rattle off what shelf they were from as well as where he acquired them. The detective glared him down, her stomach churning. âThey were always there, waitin for me in my room. Always there till Iâneed âemâ
âTell me their names.â Liv commanded flatly.
âOnly if I can touch them.â Biggs pointed to the hats.
The brunette looked at the guard and nodded, âTake him back to his cell.â Her lips curled, she wanted to be rid of Biggs at this point. Then she had a thought as he was being led away. âYou know what we do with old evidence?â She did not want to have to come back down here again. âWe burn it, big old incinerator. Turns all this junk into ash in a heartbeat.â She tossed one of the baseball caps to the ground.
Biggs cringed and began to prattle, âThatâthat hat belongs to Randy Morgan. October 17th, 1979. Macon Georgia. This could be fun, do you want to go on?â He lifted his cuffs and Liv nodded at the prison guard to release him. He began to pick up the caps one by one and gave their location in the unit as well as who they belonged to and when they were acquired until finally there was only one cap left on the table. Liv watched him intensely with revulsion. Finally, he picked up the last cap, âRiverside Eagles.â
Liv smirked, she knew she had him now, âJeffrey Ronson.â
âI told you I never touched Jeffrey.â
âWell then whoâs hat is it?â she queried, annoyance and frustration present as she spoke.
âMarch 2nd, 1980, NYC, Deacon Brinn.â And handed the hat to the detective.
*****
               When Liv made it back to the precinct for the second time, she debriefed with Captain Cragen and George Huang going over everything she acquired from her visit down to Virginia.
               âIts been 25 years how am I going to get Deacon to admit what happened now?â
               George shrugged, âTell him you already know.â
               Liv went meet Deacon later that afternoon, âDo you recognize this hat?â handing him a photo from the evidence inventory.
               âThatâs the Riverside Eagles,â he said taking the photo from her. âThat was my baseball team,â he said handing it back. âWhereâd you get that?â
               Liv sighed, âWe found it in Biggs storage locker, he had souvenirs from all the boys he had hurt. You were one of them.â
               Deacon looked down, his face sullen, âHe gave me tips, taught me how to hit a curveball. I couldnât believe it when he invited me to his place. He treated me like a grown-up. We drank beer, watched dirty moves, and then one dayâŚâ his voice trailed off.
               She handed him the photo she had received, âSo thatâs why you sent me this photo?â
               He took it and stared at it for a second, âHowâd you know I sent it?â
               âYou just told me.â    Â
*****
               Liv walked into Caseyâs office only to find her at her desk massaging her neck which still bore a faint red mark. The brunetteâs face dropped, âHey,â she said weakly and closed the door behind her.
               âHey baby,â Casey smiled up at her from the desk, âyou need me?â
               âAlways,â Liv shifted uncomfortably, the knot in her stomach still there, âJeffreyâs parents are here. I thought we could talk to them together.â
               The ADA wrinkled her brow, âHey, Liv, you okay?â
               âIâm fine.â She shook her head, waved her hand out in front of her and without warning burst into tears.
               The redhead flew from her desk to the detectives side. âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? Why are you crying babe? Are you hurt? Did something happen with Biggs?â She hugged her and then pulled back assessing for injury.
               Liv shook her head, âNo, but you are.â The tears were free flowing as much as she tried to fight them. âI walked in, and I could tell, itâs hurting you and you didnât tell me.â
               Casey looked at Liv, her puppy eyes soft and caring, âBaby you had a really bad dream and I know better than to wake someone up from that sort of thing. It was an accident. Itâs okay, Iâm okay.â She put her hands to her face in an attempt to soothe her. âShh, Iâm fine I promise.â
               âItâs not okay, how could that happen? Whatâs wrong with me?â the brunette continued to cry.
               âNothing, nothing is wrong with you.â The redhead said firmly and kissed Olivia and refused to let it go. When she finally did she looked her girlfriend in the eye, âYou are an amazing human being Olivia Benson, look how many people you help every single day. Look how well you treat me and care about me. If there was something wrong with you? You wouldnât even be upset right now.â   She pulled their foreheads together and breathed in and out deeply until she felt Livâs breathing regulate. âCome on baby lets fix you up a little and go meet the Ronsonâs.â She wiped the brunetteâs tears with her thumbs and tried to fix her eyeliner. She gave her a soft kiss before leading her back out into the hall.
               âSo youâre convinced Biggs did it?â Mrs. Ronson asked across the table from Casey and Liv as they sat in the conference center.
               âMrs. Ronson,â Casey took a breath, âwe have a witness who can help convict Lucas Biggs of killing your son.â
               âHow long would a trial take?â the woman said with agitation.
               âDepends, a year, maybe two.â The ADA tilted her head sympathetically. Liv sat next to her, arms folded trying to decipher the Ronsonâs body language.
               âThatâs years of going to court,â the woman said exasperated. âTalking about what happened, answering questions.â
               âYears Biggs gets to spend eating, breathing, watching TV.â Mr. Ronson interjected.
               âYes,â Liv entered the conversation in a comforting tone, âBut in the end, at least youâll the have peace of mind that comes with knowing that the man who killed your son will pay for what he did.â
               The older man scoffed at this. âWe were out having a nice dinner while that man murdered our son. Peace of mind wonât be coming anytime soon.â He shook his head.
               âWe just want this to be over.â His wife said somberly as the detective looked down at the table. âDonât stop the execution.â
               As she said this the door swung open and both Casey and Liv turned their heads. Don Cragen was standing in the doorway with a deadpan expression. âOlivia,â he beckoned, âGet your coat.â She stood up and hurried to the door to follow him, glancing back at Casey, mouthing âIâll see you later.â under her breath with a sympathetic nod knowing the pair needed to have a serious conversation, and then rushed out to grab her things.
*****
               Munch met Oliva and the Captain down by the train tracks. âEngineer called it in, he thought he saw something go under the train. The body was cut in two.â They continued to walk towards the deceased.
               Liv leaned down and pulled the white sheet back from the victimâs face, âDeacon Brinn.â She sighed.
               âThatâs his car over there,â Munch pointed. âDrove out to the middle of nowhere and jumped in front of the train.â  He said talking over his ringing cellphone.
               Liv stared down at the body, âHe wasnât ready to deal with what Biggs did to him.â Munch answered the call and Cragen stepped towards her as she continued, âHeâs been burying it for so long.â
               âHe sent you that note because he wanted the truth to come out.â The captain said softly.
               âThe truth about Jeffrey but not himself.â Liv shook her head.
               âThat was OâHalloran,â Munch called out, âHe wants us at the lab.â
               Upon arrival OâHalloran began to show the two what he had discovered, which was the fact that the perp had taken chewing gum out of his mouth and stuck it to Jeffrey Ronsonâs baseball jersey before burying him. The gum had a partial print that wasnât a match to Lucas Briggs, it was however a perfect match to Deacon Brinn.
               âMy victim is my perp.â Liv said in shock.
*****
               Back in the squad room Cragen stood up at the crime board, âSo Deacon killed Avery and got away with it. He had a good life, a wife, and a kid. Thereâs no way he sent you a phone of Jeffreyâs grave.â He thumbed at the flyers on the board.
               âI screwed up.â Liv said hoping down from the desk, âI showed him the photo and the map. He knew that he had to lie about them so I wouldnât suspect heâd killed Jeffrey.â She paced back and forth as she spoke.
âBut why kill his friend?â the captain questioned.
               The brunette shrugged, âProbably pretty close to the edge after Biggs assaulted him.â
               âDeacon was angry at Biggs, but he redirected that anger towards Jeffrey, the younger version of himself. Its called identification with the oppressor.â Munch iterated.
               Cragen furrowed his brow, âDid he simply kill Jeffrey, or did he molest him too?â
               âIâll bet he molested him,â Munch continued the psychoanalysis. The stress on Livâs face was becoming clearer. âThe kind of trauma Deacon suffered can warp a victimâs sexuality.â
               Livâs heart was in her stomach, lost in her own thoughts, her own trauma from dealing with her drunk abusive mother all of those years caused her to become an abuser. The thought that even unknowingly she could raise a hand to Casey, her sweet Casey, her beautiful ADA made her sick to her stomach.
               âSo Deacon doesnât want to be the victim anymore. He becomes the victimizer.â
               âUntil someone put a bullet in him,â the sound of Melindaâs voice snapped Liv out of her thoughts.
               âI thought he was hit by a train?â Cragen whipped around.
               âSo did I till I X-rayed the body.â She pulled out the x-ray and handed it to the captain. âNine-millimeter slug in his heart. Iâll put time of death around ten oâclock last night, two hours before the train hit him.â
               Olivia looked at the x-ray, her face contorted in confusion, âCould Deacon have shot himself?â
               Melinda shook her head, âNo residue on his hands. Whoever killed him, put him on the tracks to make it look like a suicide.â
               âMaybe the same person that led me to Jeffreyâs body,â Liv supposed.
               âTalk to Deaconâs wife, find out where he was last night.â Cragen instructed firmly and dismissed everyone.
*****
               After speaking with Deaconâs wife Liv learned that he moved out months ago after a bout of marital issues.
               âLooks like nothing but a crash pad,â Munch mused as he and Liv assessed the apartment.
               âThen whyâd he keep his desk locked?â the brunette replied prying the drawer open. âA bunch of mail.â
               âLove letters?â
               âHate mail.â Liv said holding up a picture of Deacon and his family. Flipping it over she read the back, âBefore the perfect American family, the after version wonât be as pretty. Deaconâs stalker knew about Jeffrey. They probably sent the flyer and the photo hoping that weâd collar Deacon.â
               âThe stalker knew about Biggs too, hereâs a clipping about his execution, the stalker wrote on itââHe owned you then, I own you now.ââ Munch held out the clipping.
               Liv stood up and studied it, âDeacon said he never told anyone about the abuse. So who knew?â
               âPedophiles like to share their exploits,â John explained, âMaybe Biggs bragged to our stalker about molesting Deacon?â Liv cocked her eyebrow as she pondered the question.
*****
âSomebody murdered Deacon Brinn,â Liv spat, once again alone in a cell with Lucas Biggs. âSomebody who knew that you abused him.â
Biggs listened intently but piped up to defend himself. âI never abused Deacon, or any of the boys. I loved them.â
âYour love ruined their lives.â The brunette retorted, her hands folded under her chin.
âI didnât do anything wrong.â
âCome on Lucas, you know thatâs not true.â She shot back immediately.
âWhat did I do wrong?â Biggs asked, seemingly in earnest. âI was born with these feelings. I donât know why I have them, they were always there. It wasnât exactly like I had a choice.â
Liv scoffed, âNeither did the 117 boys you assaulted.â
âI never hurt them,â he protested, âit never hurt me.â His eyes teared up slightly and Livâs face softened.
âYou were abused.â She said quietly waiting to see how he would react.
Lucas tried to speak only to get choked up. He would start, then stop, shift uncomfortably in his seat. Finally he let out a deep sigh and began to speak, his voice cracked, âMy father left when I was a baby. When I was about nine this man moved in across the street. He was the only one I could talk to. He loved me, he cared for me andâŚthat was how he showed it.â Biggs began to weep.
âIâm sorry,â the detective offered.
The prisoner now in hysterics stood up and tossed his chair across the room. He feel to his knees and openly wept, âI never meant to hurt the boys.â
âLucas,â she stood up and walked over to him, she almost felt bad for him at this point, âDeacon Brimm is dead, so who did you tell about what you did?â
âNo one,â he was still crying.
âThere has to be someone, in jail? Someone who knew you back then? Somebody who knew about you and Deacon.â
Biggs looked up as if a lightbulb went off in his head, âThere was a little boy, he used to follow Deacon and Jeffrey around. And Deacon used to look at him, the way I looked at boysâŚâ
âWhat was his name?â Liv coaxed trying to get to the bottom of this once and for all.
âAvery, his name was Avery.â
âHey baby, did you get it? The warrant?â Liv kissed Caseyâs cheek as she hopped into the car.
âI got it, theyâre waiting on you to serve it.â She reached for her girlfriends hand, but to her surprise Liv pulled away. âWhatâs that about?â she couldnât keep her lip from quivering.
âIâm sorry,â Liv sighed, she soundedâdistressed. âItâs not you.â
âItâs not you, itâs me? Are you really about to feed me that line right now?â
âThatâs not what I meant,â Livâs eyes stared a hole in the car floor before looking up, âCaseyâ what if Iâm a monster?â a tear streamed down her face.
âWhat?â the redhead looked at her and then back at the road, âHow could you even think that?â
âLook at these men, look at the people we put away. The abuse is all cyclical. I didnât have the greatest homelife. Maybe, maybe it broke something. Maybe Iâm just a switch waiting to be flipped.â
Casey grabbed Livâs hand squeezed it and then brought it to her heart, âYou listen to me! I donât know what happened to you and you can tell me when youâre ready, but I know without a doubt that you are nothing like these people. Nothing. My heart would not beat this steady for a monster. You are a good person. Iâve known that since day one.â Her eyes now welling up as well as she tried to focus on driving.
âI wish I could believe you.â Liv sobbed.
*****
               Once everyone had donned their flack jackets, Liv kicked in the door to Averyâs apartment. As the rooms were cleared, Liv saw something in the bedroom that made her call out for the other detectiveâs attention, âJohn in here.â In front of her a wall that looked more like a crime board was plastered with photos and newspaper articles about Deacon over the years. âAveryâs been stalking Deacon for years.â She stated.
               âCheck this out,â Munch pointed to the map behind her, âA map of all the train routes in Queens leading to Deaconâs house.â
               âCopies of the missing poster, just like the one he sent me,â the brunette picked up a flyer off the desk.
               Munch moved to check behind the bedroom door, âDeaconâs not the only one heâs obsessed with. Special Victim, special cop. Averyâs been stalking you too.â There were cut outs of all of Livâs recent cases from the newspapers taped all over the door.
               Liv and Casey didnât talk much when Liv got home. The redhead heard her come in but was scared that if they spoke Liv would still be in the same state as earlier and nothing good would come of that. The brunette crawled into bed and spooned the younger woman. She kissed her shoulder and wrapped arms around her. She pulled her close to breathe her in and Casey couldnât help but melt, she grabbed the brunettes hands and pulled her tighter to her. It wasnât long before she decided that wasnât close enough and rolled over, laying her head against Livâs heart and squeezed her tight. The ADA slept soundly, and her detective held her close all night and watched her.
*****
               Going through Averyâs bank statements, the squad discovered he had been making monthly payments to a woman named Kimber Faulk. The captain instructed them to go find out what he was paying her off for.
               âThis is Theo.â Kimber said picking up the small baby from his crib. âAveryâs son.â
               âIs that what heâs sending you money?â Liv inquired.
               The young woman nodded, âAvery started supporting me the day I found out I was pregnant. The same day he left. Said he couldnât handle being a dad.â
               âNice guy.â Munch scoffed.
               âYou donât know Avery,â Kimber rebuked and put the baby back in his playpen, âHe is the sweetest man Iâve ever known. The only thing we every fought about was having kids.â
               âYou wanted them, he didnât.â Liv added.
               âAt least he was honest about it. When it came to having children he didnât just have issues, he had a subscription. Someone really screwed him up as a kid.â
               âHow often do you talk?â
               âWe donât. He just sends money.â
               âThen why does your phone show four incoming calls in the last two days?â Benson pressed. âAll from Avery, where is he Kimber?â
               âI donât know.â The young woman stated directly.
               âTell me or Iâll arrest you for aiding and abetting a fugitive.â Liv wasnât in the mood to play games. After pressing a few more times, the detective nodded to Munch to cuff her, and they led her from the building. Liv carried the baby as Munch walked her out.
               âWhatâs gonna happen to Theo?â she cried.
               John talked as he kept walking âSocial services will take him in.â
               As they made it to the corner of the building another voice became present, âDetectives, let her go. Please.â It was Avery. âPlease she doesnât have anything to do with this.â
               âStand back,â Liv commanded as she handed the baby off to a uni and drew down on Avery. âHands on your head now.â She read him his Miranda Warning as he kept muttering âIâm sorryâ under his breath.
*****
               âI killed Deacon.â Avery blurted out as Liv entered interrogation.
               âI know,â Liv said, âand I know why. We searched your apartment and I read your diaries. What, I donât know, is why you sent these to me?â She placed the photo and flyer down on the table.
               âI thought youâd figure it out.â
               âYou couldâve gone to anyone in the precinct with what you knew. Why me?â Liv questioned.
               Avery sat down, âI read about you in the papers, about how you never sleep when youâre on a case. About how your whole life is about helping kids.â
               The brunette shook her head, âSame with my partner. Same with any of my colleagues. You singled me out.â She tossed a file onto the desk, âYou stalked me for weeks.â She opened the file to expose pictures of her coming too and from work, her and Casey at the airport, having dinner. She was more bothered by the fact that he had pictures of her girlfriend then of herself. It was her job to protect Casey and sheâd been failing miserably. âWhy?â
               âThere was just something about you.â He tried to explain, âI knew you would understand. You and meâweâre so alike.â
               âNo weâre not alike.â Liv snapped. Casey who was standing on the other side of the glass flinched at this exchange. âYou killed a man.â
               âSo have you.â Avery quipped.
               Liv stood up, âI didnât have a choice. You did it as revenge.â
               âNo!â Avery followed suit and stood up too. âI went to Deaconâs apartment to confront him, and he said he was sorry, but he was lying! He was still hurting children.â
               âHow do you know that?â Liv demanded.
               Averyâs voice wavered, âWhen I went in there he was watching a tape. Deacon with a little boy.â
               Outside interrogation Captain Cragen was waiting with Casey and Munch. âJohn call CSU and you and Olivia get back to Deaconâs and find that tape.â Munch nodded and set off down the hall.
               âIf there is one,â Casey called after him. She was bitter this man was getting to Liv and it was putting a strain on her girlfriend and on them as a couple.
               âCan you arraign Avery tonight?â Cragen asked quizzically.
               âWhy do you care? Heâs a murderer.â she asked in confusion.
               âBecause heâs also a victim.â He sighed.
               Deep down Casey knew he was right as her demeanor tempered, she nodded and grabbed her briefcase. âLights and siren, we might make it.â
*****
               Back at Deaconâs apartment Liv, Munch and OâHalloran were able to locate both the video and the camera. What they werenât expecting was for the tape to reveal that Avery was innocent despite his confession and that the real killer was Deaconâs wife who found out how he was abusing their child.
*****
               âWhy now?â Liv asked Avery, the two of them back in interrogation. âAfter all these years? What made you want to end it now?â
               âKimber got pregnant, and I got scared. I didnât want to hurt the baby.â
               Liv tilted her head, âHurt the baby how?â
               Avery began to cry, âHave you ever been afraid of what might be inside you?â
               Liv stopped for a second but played it off, âWhat do you mean?â
               âI canât help thinking thereâs like a switch inside of me,â Avery stuttered, âJust like it did in Deacon. And Iâd start hurting kids.â
               Liv swallowed hard. In her mind she was flashing back to Casey terrified of her in the dark of their bedroom. The fact that she couldâve killed her. The way she jerked her hand away from her in the car the night before. She didnât think sheâd ever felt so sick in her life.
               âAnd thatâs why I left my son,â he continued as he wept.
               âYouâre not a monster Avery,â the brunette shook her head. Why was it so easy to say this to a stranger and so hard to believe about herself?
               âHow do you know?â Avery sobbed as the detective knelt down next to him.
               âBecause you didnât shoot Deacon. Because you love your son so much that you were willing to give him up to protect him. And the truth isâyou didnât have to.â She turned and nodded as Kimber and the baby approached to see Avery. Liv stayed for a second to watch as Avery smiled and held his son for the first time.
               She headed to the lockers to get changed for the evening. Elliot headed towards her with a cup of coffee. âYou heard about Biggs?â
               She nodded wrapping her scarf around her neck, âPrison doc declared him dead 12:01 A.M. No last words.â
               Elliot sat down on the desk, âI guess he left enough of a legacy.â
               The brunette paused for a minute as she put on her jacket and grabbed the rest of her stuff, âBefore you had kids, you ever worry what theyâd be like?â She questioned her partner.
               Elliot looked up at her, âAll the time, I still do.â He shrugged.
               âAt least you and Kathy know what youâre passing on.â She slung her bag over her shoulder. âHalf my genes are drunk; the other half are violent and cruel.â She walked past him to leave, her eyes teary.
               âLook how great you turned out.â She froze as he continued, âItâs not all about the genes, Liv. All you can do is love your kids.â
               She nodded her head a few times trying to compose herself before turning around to face him, âGoodnight.â She whispered.
               Casey opened the door to her apartment and called out, âBabe? Hey I got Wo-Hop.â It was eerily quiet in the house. âMaybe she crashed from a long day?â she muttered to herself as she put the food down on the counter. âLiv?â She called out again to no reply, so she walked back to the bedroom to see if maybe she had passed out in bed already. When she walked through the doorway, she saw that the bed was still made from that morning. âOlivia? Babe, are you home?â She knew she left the precinct way before her, she had to be home by now. The redhead rounded the corner into the bathroom only to find that Olivia wasnât there either. Then she saw it and her heart sank into the floor. All of Livâs stuff was gone from the countertop. The ADA raced back into the bedroom trying to think over the pounding of her heart in her ears, no clothes on Livâs side of the closet. âNo, no, no,â she could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she made her way back to the kitchen only for her eyes to fall on shiny silver lament, the key she had given Liv was placed neatly on the counter next to an envelope labeled âCasey.â The counter they had kissed each other against so many times, forgone breakfast craving only each other, midnight coffee cuddles. She sank down to the floor, if she couldâve found a way to crawl beneath the boards she wouldâve. The tears now flowed hot and angry down the redheadâs cheeks. She couldnât move, frozen in the ache of her detective.
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"If Itâs Make Believe"
| SVU & Stories
Sypnosis â When Reader prepared dinner because they promised to come home, but itâs the evening and soup isnât warm anymore.
Note â Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak
(Female centered, but no pronouns used.)
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Olivia Benson
⢠â She promised. She promised sheâd be home by 8.
⢠â But it was 11, and you were sitting on the chair as you lost your appetite. For some reason, the food looked dull. And you looked blue.
⢠â "Y/N? Honey, Iâm home!" you hear faintly from the door, lights turning on in a moment.
⢠â You closed your eyes and sighed, approaching the staircase. Not even one step on, you feel a hand on your shoulder.
⢠â "Hey, you look like youâve been somewhere. Care to tell me?" she smiled at your cute outfit, expecting an answer.
⢠â "Please just shut up." you said out of anger, avoiding her gaze.
⢠â Her eyes squinted, "Excuse me?" Her voice turned stern, annoyance lingering along.
⢠â You canât help but scoff. "You promised me youâd come home," Tears welled in your eyes. "And you didnât and Iâm tired and Iâm lousy. This is been the fourth time you bailed on me, Olivia!"
⢠â She scoffs condescendingly when you yelled at her. "And this isnât the first time I was needed at work! Elliot needed help, heâs my partner and you should understand how important my job is!" She yells, causing you to flinch out of her sight.
⢠â "More important than you." Olivia huffs, going up the stairs and slamming the door, leaving you crying on the staircase. You really had to lay dead in a crime scene, just for her to care.
Elliot Stabler
⢠â You saw him. His lips on Oliviaâs.
⢠â Your lips trembled, but your body was frozen. You came to bring him dinner, you didnât expect anything wrong. You couldnât move, but you wanted to run. It was too late when Elliotâs eyes meet yours.
⢠â "Y/N, what are you doing here?" His voice wavered, removing his hands off the brunette. Olivia looks down, embarassed as she walked passed you out of the room.
⢠â "I was just about to leave." You fight your tears, but they end up flowing anyway.
⢠â "No, waitâ" He tugs your arm, preventing you from leaving. "That was a mistake."
⢠â Your eyes flicker in anger, hearing the unbothered ring in his words.
⢠â "How long?"
⢠â "Y/N." He sighs. "It was bound to happen. Believe me, I loved you. But it has always been Olivia. It will always be Olivia."
⢠â Your sight darkened, hands shaking in unbelief. "It wasnât such a mistake, was it?"
⢠â You left with your heart drumming out of your chest, breathing troubled as you walk out the the precinct and throwing out the food you made him down the trash.
Alexandra Cabot
⢠â "Friend? What do you mean?"
⢠â Your voice echoes on Alexâs phone as she remained silent on the video call. You hear her closing the door of her office, sighing as she sat on office chair.
⢠â "I may have not told them I was dating someone. Or likely, a girl."
⢠â "Oh." You uttered, a hint of sadness in your eyes.
⢠â "Itâs not that Iâm not ready to tell them. Itâs just weird to say I like girls." She laughs mockingly, the familiar sound became unrecognizable.
⢠â You stayed quiet, shrugging the bitter feeling. "Will you atleast come home for dinner? Itâs almost 9."
⢠â "Not sure, weâll probably get some drinks and dinner later." You hear the door opening, and Alex suddenly dropped the call without a goodbye.
⢠â You wipe your tears and silently put the food away. Your thoughts werenât as quiet as you were, but your relationship was.
⢠â 2 years later, you receive an invitation from Alexandra.
⢠â She was getting married. To a man.
Casey Novak
⢠â Your roommate, Casey, comes home from work with a smile on her face.
⢠â You assume it was because she smelled the delicious aroma, but it turns out to be more than that when she says something that caused your heart to drop.
⢠â "Charlie ask me to be his girlfriend!"
⢠â You were speechless, no words came out of your mouth until she was giggling to herself as she took a bite of the food on the table.
⢠â "Uh, congratulations, Case! I am so happy for you, youâve had a crush on him since forever!" Iâve had a crush on you since forever. You thought to yourself, a smile on your face.
⢠â "I know! By the way, this tastes amazing. Youâre such a great cook, babe!" She says, giving you a teasing kiss on the cheek.
⢠â After you both finished your food, she helps you clean the table and goes to bed.
⢠â Your hands werenât the only one wet the second you thought about your bestfriend getting married, you werenât sure if it was because you were just tired or the fact that she was the only one youâve ever had. And you were going to lose her.
⢠â Drying your hands, your eyes as well, you remove the paper in your pocket. The one you spend hours on, ending with an I love you, and thatâs enough. Crumbling it, and down it goes in the trash.
⢠â Good luck, babe.
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Mock Trial - Professor AU
Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak
Chapter 4 - Masterlist
Word Count: 5.4k
Summary: Alex needs Casey to spend the night.
A/N: The WAY I was struggling to avoid writing a kissing scene. I'm reminding myself (and ya'll) it will be here in due time.
Alexâs eyes flutter open to find locks of red hair hovering over her, a soft hand stroking her face. As she opens her eyes more, she finds thereâs a little crowd of people in uniforms surrounding them. She narrows her eyes, her left one aching as she does so. Her eyes finally focus and she realizes whoâs above her, a smile crossing her face as her impulse control is nonexistent, âyouâre pretty.âÂ
Casey sighs, screwing her eyes shut for a second. She shoves her hands underneath Alex, helping her up, âHow do you feel, Alex?âÂ
Alex sits up, propping herself on her elbows and looking at the crowd around her. âMy head hurts a bit, why?â Her hand drifts to her aching eye as it starts to blur again, âwhat happened?â She asks, wincing as she touches the raised red skin around her eye.Â
Casey laughs, crouched on her knees as her hands examine Alexâs face gingerly. âYou caught a softball to the eye,â Casey grimaced as her fingers brushed over Alexâs eye socket, causing her to whine in pain. Casey sighs, feeling bad that Alex is in so much pain. âWe can call an ambulance, Alex.â
Alex pushes herself up further, âNo, no no. Iâm fine,â Alex insists. She starts trying to get to her feet, and Casey holds her hands out to steady her.Â
Alex stumbles, nearly falling to the floor when Casey catches her in her arms. She holds her up with a groan, âOkay, at least let me take you to the hospital,â Casey requests.Â
Alex steadying herself in Caseyâs arms, a wave of nausea overcoming her, nods slowly. âFine,â she murmurs. Her hand slips to her nose, trying to push her glasses up in hopes it will aid in fighting off the nausea. Sheâs sorely disappointed when her fingernail grazes the bridge of her nose. She closes her eyes and groans, âmy glasses are broken, arenât they?âÂ
Casey chuckles, holding her arm as she guides her out of the batting cages, âyes, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Casey walks Alex out to the lobby, sitting her on a bench. âIâm going to go get our stuff, can I have your car keys?â She says, starting to step away from Alex.
âI can drive, Casey. Really,â Alex insists, her face turning a shade paler as nausea waves past again.Â
Casey cocks her head to the side and steps back to Alex. She leans down and points at a sign a few feet away from them, âCan you read that?âÂ
Alex peers past her and squints. Her vision is blurry and she realizes just how dizzy she is, even sitting. She huffs and sits back against the wall behind the bench, looking up at Casey. âPlease drive.â She directs in defeat.Â
âThank you,â Casey responds with a smile, heading back to the cages to get their things. Once their belongings are retrieved, Casey leaves Alex at the venue to go get her car. Pulling in front of the building, she turns off the car, leaving the hazard lights on, and heads inside to retrieve Alex. With the watchful eye of a representative, Casey takes Alex to the car, helping her inside. Their drive was long, Alex battling waves of nausea. Each time Casey noticed, she rolled the windows down a little, placed her hand on Alexâs thigh and advised her to keep her eyes closed. Unfortunately, this wasnât the first time Casey had dealt with a likely concussion. Sheâd experienced one herself and one with many of her teammates and siblings in the past. There were a few times that her step-brother, Elliot, had to drive her to the hospital after softball practice to ensure her brain was intact after a stray bat or ball.Â
Once they arrived at the hospital, Casey parked in the nearest spot available and took Alexâs purse from the backseat, slinging it across her body. Getting out of the car, she made her way to Alexâs door, opening it gingerly and leaning in to take Alexâs arms. She cradled Alexâs elbows in her palms, pulling her from the car as Alex still complained of dizziness. Arriving into the emergency room, Casey advocated for Alex as much as possible to get her checked in. Successfully checked in, the nurse hands Alex a clipboard with paperwork to fill out regarding insurance. Alex takes it, hands shaky.Â
As they take seats next to each other on a bench along the wall, Casey takes the clipboard from Alex. At this point in her waves of sickness, Alex does not protest. Instead, she answers each of Caseyâs questions, resting her head on her shoulder and watching as she writes. Bile rises in her throat as she watches, and she closes her eyes to push it back down.Â
âAny chance you could be pregnant?â Casey asks, smile apparent in her voice as she tries fervently to lighten the mood.Â
Alex sighs and groans, crossing her arms against her chest. Her hands rub her arms, goosebumps raising on them. âNoâŚâ she answers, nearly whispering.Â
âEmergency contact?â Casey continues, sympathy overwhelming her need to lighten the mood. Her heart aches for Alex, disliking how much pain sheâs experiencing.Â
Alex tries to shake her head, but stops with a moan as the movement causes her dizziness to worsen. âI donât have one.âÂ
Casey furrows her brows, adjusting so she can look at Alex, who looks visibly queasy. âCome on, Alex, you have to have someone.âÂ
Alexâs eyes turn sad for a moment, piercing Caseyâs heart. She then forces them to focus and return to apprehensiveness, âI donât have family here, I donât have a spouse, and I love my friends but they donât know enough to answer medical questions.â She sighs, putting her hands on top of Caseyâs, which sit in her lap. Casey flashes a kind look, concerned about Alexâs state. With her hands on hers, she notices that Alexâs arms are chilled from the emergency room air conditioning.Â
A sad smile spreads on Caseyâs face and she withdraws her hands from Alexâs grasp. Alex squints her eyes as she watches Casey remove her leather jacket. Casey shakes out the jacket over the floor and adjusts her grip before draping it over Alexâs shoulders and pulling it tighter around her shoulders. Alex smiles, the burning in her lip returning, and not just because of nausea. For a second, she thinks to herself that sheâd kiss her if she didnât feel like throwing up.Â
âHere,â Casey starts, readjusting the clipboard on her lap, âput me down as your emergency contact. You already answered all the questions I would need to answer and I know whatâs going on.â She scribbles her name and phone number down, proceeding to the next line. She taps the board with the pen, Alex still trying to watch her closely, heart swelling at the gesture. âIâm sure you just have a concussion. Youâll be fine in a couple days, probably less.â Casey looks up and scans Alexâs face, a funny smile tugging at her cheeks. âNow,â she used the pen to point at Alexâs face, âthat black eye youâre going to have is another story.âÂ
Alex laughed, the discomfort leaving her for a moment. She sits back in the chair, leaning her head on Caseyâs shoulder once more. Her heart, while pleased with how things are going with Casey, feels severe confliction. She yearns for Caseyâs comfort, dreaming of her kiss and company. But her mind argues against it, advocating for the social constructions that cause it to be forbade for the time being.Â
She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes again to keep the sickness at bay. âIâm sorry, you had to learn much more about me tonight than you should have.âÂ
Casey, one leg crossed over the other and bouncing as she answered the remaining questions, gently leaned her head on top of Alexâs. âDonât apologize, itâll make for a pretty good story.âÂ
âHmph,â Alex chortles, âa story for whom?âÂ
âAlexandra Cabot?â A nurse calls, appearing from behind a set of ominous doors. Casey pops up, shoving the clipboard underneath her arm and extending her hands to help Alex up again.Â
She leads her to the nurse, who graciously takes her and the clipboard, âweâve got her from here. Youâre welcome to wait out here for her, weâll come get you. Are you her emergency contact?â The nurse asks. Casey nods and the nurse thanks her, leading Alex away.Â
The wait feels like forever as Casey paces the floor, mostly out of boredom. She tries for a while to watch the home renovation channel that seems to play in every emergency room. But, after a while, watching homeowners feign surprise and happiness when they see the expensive renovations starts to get old. At one point, she leans back in a chair she hadnât sat on before and starts counting the ceiling tiles. This leads her to meander around the waiting room, head tilted all the way back as she attempts to count every tile in the waiting room ceiling.Â
Despite her restlessness, Casey dwells on their time spent together. For one, she canât wait to tell Charlie about everything that Alex had planned for them. Her mind replayed the batting cages over and over, her hands could still feel Alexâs thighs beneath them, her shoulder could still feel Alexâs head against them. Everywhere that she and Alex had collided had a constant tingling sensation. Her mind buzzed with hopes of where their bond would go next. For a selfish moment, she hopes that Alex will take their relationship a step further after her concussion wears off. She knows that no big decisions are to be made when recovering from a concussion, but that canât stop her from hoping.Â
A few hours later, the nurse emerges from the same doors Alex had disappeared behind. Casey sees her and pops up, meeting her halfway. âHow is she?â She asks, sounding like a concerned spouse.Â
The nurse smiles and Caseyâs nerves calm themselves. âSheâs just fine and wanting to see you, follow me.âÂ
The nurse makes kind small talk with Casey as they walk, discussing how busy the ER had been, how nice the weather was, and more. When they arrive at Alexâs room, the nurse draws back the curtain to reveal Alex, lying calmly with Caseyâs jacket over her eyes.Â
Caseyâs eyes soften when she sees her, âhey, how are you feeling?âÂ
Alex slowly removes the jacket, taking in one last whiff of Caseyâs scent. âA little better,â she responds.Â
The nurse and Casey turn to each other, âare you taking her home?â she asks. Casey nods, smiling in a way that showcases her dimples, causing even the nurse to grin wider at the sight. âGood, Iâll give you her care instructions then.â The nurse turns away to grab a packet from a nearby computer and Casey takes the opportunity to sit with Alex, offering a sweet smile as she strokes Alexâs hair behind her ear.Â
Alex fights the urge to nestle into Caseyâs palm as the nurse returns with the packet of instructions. âFortunately,â the nurse begins, âher concussion is mild, we didnât need to do any imaging as her recall seems to be intact. She should get as much sleep as possible over the next couple of days and drink fluids. Stay away from phones, computers and TV. And, unfortunately, reading, work, and physical activity.âÂ
âYou hear that, Cabot? Youâre going to have to take a break from work,â Casey jokes.
Alex laughs sarcastically as the nurse continues. âAll of the details should be in here, but always feel free to call if you have any questions or concerns. If she starts vomiting, and I mean more than once, please bring her back. Otherwise, she should be alright.âÂ
âThank you,â Casey tells her with a nod. âIs there anything else we need to do?âÂ
The nurse chuckles and smiles, âno, youâre both good to go.â She starts to walk out of the room, but turns just in time to see Casey stroking Alexâs cheek with her hand. âYou make a very cute couple, by the way. The nurses out front told me before I came to get you,â she comments.Â
Casey turns, eyes wide and a nervous chuckle escapes her. âWeâre not dating,â she protests.Â
Alex turns to the nurse as she sits up, âsheâs a close friend of mine,â she tells her.Â
Casey turns, smiling at Alex and they make eye contact, the tension tangible once again.Â
âMhmm,â the nurse retorts with a smirk as she leaves the room. With the nurse out of the room, Casey starts helping Alex from the bed, her purse still slung across her body. Alex had improved, as she stood on her own. She takes Caseyâs hand and grips it tightly as they walk to the car. Once comfortable, Casey takes her phone and accesses her maps, turning to Alex, whose head is tilted backwards against the headrest, eyes closed.Â
Her eye was starting to discolor with bruising, and it made Caseyâs heart sink. She clears her throat softly, getting Alexâs attention. âAre you feeling okay?âÂ
Alex nods faintly, trying to smile. The area around her eye is still raised, turning purple steadily. Casey exhales quietly and inputs Alexâs address from her memory of the paperwork. Their drive to Alexâs apartment was quiet, Casey keeping her hand on Alexâs thigh. Alex ignored her inner conflict and rested her hand on top of Caseyâs for the drive. Alex typically struggles with other peopleâs driving, deeming them unsafe so long as she doesn't have control. Caseyâs driving, however, felt secure to Alex. No swerving, she doesnât follow too closely, her eyes stay on the roadâŚfor the most part. Even though Alex kept her eyes closed for most of the ride, she noticed whenever Caseyâs eyes would wander to monitor her physical state. Even though she drove with one hand, her attentiveness eased any of Alexâs concerns.Â
Arriving at her complex in the heart of downtown, Alex musters all of her energy to guide Casey through the parking garage and up to her apartment. Casey manages to snag Alexâs keys from her purse before she can, and sifts through the light keyring. She pulls up one that she believes to be the apartment key and shows it to Alex, who confirms with a light nod. Casey opens the door and lets Alex lead her inside.Â
âToby,â Alex calls in a quiet sing-song tone, approaching the kitchen, kicking off her shoes as she walks.Â
Casey furrows her brow as she locks the door behind her and sets their things on the circular dining table to her left. âIs âTobyâ a hallucination, Alex?â Casey asks, teasing as she follows closely behind Alex, hoping she doesnât fall.Â
Alex shakes her head, âToby, tsk tsk tsk,â she calls again. Alex turns her attention to the living room on her right, her eyes scanning through her squints. Casey comes behind her, ghosting her fingertips on Alexâs waist, anticipating a faint. A soft plop on the bar top behind them startles Casey, she jumps and presses her hand to her chest. Alex turns calmly and approaches the bar, a large hairy creature sitting majestically on the granite.Â
She extends a hand to the cat, petting it softly. âThis,â she picks up the ginormous thing and cradles it in her arms, âis Toby.âÂ
Caseyâs eyes widen apprehensively as she scans the length of the giant, hairy cat. âNo, that is a toddler.âÂ
Alex laughs, setting him down on the ground as a bout of dizziness crosses her vision. Toby sauntered over to Caseyâs legs. She freezes as the maine coon brushes against her legs, head butting her shins and purring loudly. âHmm,â Alex notes before turning around and heading into the kitchen. She keeps a hand steady on the counter as she walks, pulling down cat food from a cabinet above.Â
âI have never seen a cat this big,â Casey tells Alex with a smile. Seeing Alex steady herself, Casey crouches down and pets Toby. He collapses to his side and exposes his stomach, which she pets gingerly before moving to his head for kind scratches.Â
âWell, Iâve never seen him like a guest so much.â A can cracks open and Alex takes a spoon, scooping its contents into a bowl. âHe doesnât normally greet anyone, or let them pet him for that matter.â Alex continues prepping his food as Caseyâs full attention is set on petting Toby, who purrs louder now. She glances around the bar at Casey, her heart swelling and eyes softening as she tries to focus her blurred vision. âI suppose youâre special.âÂ
Casey stands up again and waltzes into the kitchen, taking the bowl that Alex appears to be finished with, âwhere does it go?â Alex nods her head to the area behind Casey where a small gray mat lays on the floor. Casey sees it and takes it over for Alex. Toby comes by immediately, brushing against Casey before starting at his food. She pets him as eats, then stands and approaches Alex.Â
âI think you need to go to bed,â she states as her gaze takes in Alexâs tired features, the bruise seeming to darken each time she looks.Â
Alex chuffs as she looks up at Casey. Her gaze is longing as her mind recalls Caseyâs scent, her hand on her thigh, her body pressed against hers. In her longing, her mind also recalls how sheâd made the rule for herself that there would be no apartment visits. Clearly, thatâs beyond her control now. She straightens up and makes her way around the bar, waving Casey on. Casey follows her quietly down the hall, seeing that Alexâs room is the one at the end.Â
âI appreciate your help, Casey. I can call George and have him come over, though,â she proposes reluctantly as she steps into her room, switching on the light.Â
The scent of clean linen washes over Casey as she steps into the room, and then the faint scent of eucalyptus. The light slowly brightens as they walk in, and Casey glances at the wall, seeing that the switch slides depending on how bright you want the room. Alex turns on a couple of lamps, keeping her hand steady on the bed or wall as she walks to them. Casey sighs, taking in the bedroom as she tries to speak.Â
âYouâre not supposed to be left alone, Alex,â she reasons. Alex doesnât protest, turning to Casey with eyes squinted, asking her to turn off the light. She does so, then continues, âPlus,â she starts with a mischievous tone, âI canât go home without being driven or walking. You canât drive me and I doubt you want me to walk so far in the dark.âÂ
Alex stands at the edge of her bed, hands on her hips as she looks at the ground, pushing down the nausea that started to return. She swallows and takes a deep breath. Personally, she has no issues with Casey staying. In fact, itâs what she wants most. âYou can stay,â she blurts, placing a hand on her face to cover the smile that started to rise. She drops it, âPlease donât advertise it though.âÂ
Casey laughs, approaching Alex and pulling her into her arms. This was the first time sheâd seen Alex actually concerned about theirâŚrelationship? In her mind, she isnât sure what to call whatâs going on between them. Itâs certainly not professional anymore, but theyâre not dating, but not just friends. The one true thing about their situation is that there is a relationship between them. She squeezes Alex, rubbing her back to soothe her and taking in her scent as Alex nuzzles her nose into her neck.Â
âI wonât,â she reassures as she lets go of Alex. Alexâs skin has a lingering vibration where Casey hugged her. She ignores it and leads Casey out of the room and down the hall to another bedroom. She switches on the light in the same way and Casey steps in, surveying the room. A full sized bed with a forest green duvet and pale green sheets, a lamp on either bedside table, and carpeted floors. The room had a similar scent of eucalyptus, but much lighter than in Alexâs bedroom.Â
âYouâre welcome to sleep in here, if you like. I have extra toiletries in the bathroom across the hall. If you need anything, just let me know.â Alex tells her, studying Casey as she looks around the room in awe.Â
Casey turns to Alex, approaching with a soft smile. âCan I help you with anything?â She asks preemptively, searching Alexâs eyes as they both lean against the doorframe. Alexâs eyes only just started to stabilize, her vision clear as she watches Caseyâs expression. She reaches up and brushes hair from Caseyâs face, tucking it behind her ear.Â
She takes a deep breath, her lips craving Caseyâs as she smiles so sweetly at her. Caseyâs cheeks flush a light shade of red when Alex tucks her hair, and she reaches a hand out to run her fingertips on Alexâs hip. âNo,â Alex answers, pulling away, âIâm okay. You need to rest, too,â Alex assures her. Caseyâs smile drops when Alex pulls away. She nods, taking a sharp breath. Alex disappears to her room and Casey hangs in the doorway, closing her eyes as she tries to push away every urge that surfaces when Alex is around.Â
Silently and separately, they both ready themselves for bed. The lights turn off one by one as the night drones on. The door to the guest room is cracked, Casey tossing and turning in the bed as she fights her impulsive thoughts. The thoughts run incessantly, begging her to sneak her way into Alexâs room. Begging her to wake the older woman and kiss her softly, to hold her close. She can feel the words on her tongue, imagining telling Alex how she feels. The delusional part of her mind dreams up the way that Alex would admit to feeling the same. The cynical part of her would turn those dreams into ways that Alex would excuse their feelings, keeping them forbidden for the sake of their careers.Â
Eventually, she tossed and turned enough, Casey lulled herself into sleep. Though sheâd fallen asleep, the sleep was light. Surely a few hours later, Casey stirred at the sound of voices speaking in the living room. Furrowing her brow in the dark, Casey sat up on her elbows and listened a while longer. Curiosity gets the best of her and she pulls herself out of the bed, stumbling towards the door. She creeps through the hallway, peering down at Alexâs bedroom where the light is off and the door is shut. She then makes her way out to the living room where the light of the TV casts shadows over the couch, illuminating a tall figure.Â
Casey crosses her arms against her chest, the cold air hardening her nipples and bringing discomfort. She approaches the couch, tilting her head to determine the features of the figure. Alex sits, legs crossed and eyes squinting, she occasionally rocks to the side. Casey chokes back a chuckle as she makes her way into Alexâs view. Alex looks up, eyes wide and a little scared.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to wake you. I have insomniaâŚI couldnât sleep.â she whispers in the dark.Â
Casey shakes her head, glancing at the tv behind her. âYouâre not supposed to watch TV, Alex.â She looks up and scans the room, finding a lamp. She goes to it, turning it on and Alex leans forward, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV in compliance with Caseyâs statement.Â
âYou didnât wake me,â Casey tells her as she returns to the couch, taking a seat next to her.Â
Alex turns, keeping her knee pulled to her chest as she scans Caseyâs body. She hadnât imagined this would be the way that sheâd see Casey in her Harvard sweatshirt. No, sheâd pictured it would be after the first time they spent an intimate night together. She had imagined Casey coming into her kitchen in nothing but the sweatshirt, kissing her and holding her hips against the counter. Even still, Alex still adores the sight before her. Casey adorned a short pair of drawstring shorts and the hoodie, nothing else. She smiles softly as she catches Caseyâs eyes.Â
âIâm sorry I ruined your birthday,â Alex murmurs.Â
Casey rolls her eyes and leans forward, placing her hand on Alexâs knee. âYou didnât ruin a thing. This was actually the best birthday celebration Iâve had in a long time.âÂ
Alex furrows her brow and drops her knee, returning to her cross-legged stance in front of Casey. âNo way. Spending the night in the ER because your gir-â Alex stopped herself, biting her lip and taking a deep breath. âBecause your friend has poor hand-eye coordination.âÂ
Casey laughs, trying to ignore how Alex nearly deemed herself her girlfriend. âI usually plan my own birthday outings,â Casey admits. Alex leans forward, listening. âMy friends or parents are nice enough to pay for it most times but I usually have to organize everything. It was really nice to not have to decide or worry.âÂ
They share a moment of silence, Alex taking in the information at face-value. Later, sheâd never admit it, but thatâs when she decided she would plan every single one of Caseyâs birthdays that sheâs there for. They held each otherâs eyes and let their minds wander together. Until a memory pops into Alexâs mind. âFuck!â she states urgently, standing faster than Casey would like. She reaches her hand out as Alex stumbles around the couch and into the hallway.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Casey shouts after her, watching the hallway closely and waiting for a clash to follow.Â
A few moments later, after some stuff was audibly shuffled around, Alex emerges from the hallway on her tiptoes. She arrives in front of Caseyâs vision and smiles widely, âHappy Birthday, by the way.âÂ
Caseyâs eyes swell as she takes in the gift before her. Alex places it on the coffee table and plops on the couch, a wave of exhaustion and dizziness hitting her. Casey grins and sits on the edge of the couch, her fingers reaching out to touch the gift gently. âGo ahead,â Alex whispers to her, watching intently as Casey takes the gift.Â
On the coffee table, a mid-sized flower pot sits on top of a wrapped box. The pot holds Caseyâs favorite flower, a bundle of bleeding hearts with a little picket sign detailing care instructions. âYou told me that it was on hold,â Casey notes, turning back to Alex whose head is propped on her arm as she watches Casey lovingly.Â
âIt was on hold for you,â Alex tells her, an air of cockiness to her tone.Â
Casey laughs, blush rising to her cheeks as she turns around to unwrap the box. She gingerly tore through the openings in the paper, unfolding it as she removed it from the box. The lid to the box comes off with ease, revealing a collection of crumpled papers resting on top. She takes them out and sets them on the table as she sees the true gift beneath. She unearths a book, hard back and gray, with a black spine. Along the spine, the title was engraved in red lettering. She ran her fingers across, biting her lip and smiling. She turned the book on its spine in her palm, realizing the pages had an array of colors attached to them. She let the book fall open and began flipping through the pages. Her fingers ran over the pages, studying them. All over the textured paper were notes scribbled in pencil, words underlined in different colored pens, an assortment of different colored tabs denoting parts of interest, and colored sticky notes at the end of each chapter giving a detailed analysis of the chapter it follows.Â
Caseyâs mouth fell open and she closed the book, turning to Alex, her heart swollen and beating into her breasts. âAlexâŚâ she starts, her eyes darting between the blonde and the book.Â
Alex smiles cockily, âYou mentioned it last spring. I had it in my collection so I reread it and annotated it for you. I know youâve been meaning to read it.âÂ
Casey runs her tongue over her lip, taking it between her teeth and biting it to shove down the urge in her mouth. Her eyes start to well as she stares at Alex. About to overflow, she turns away and closes her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek. She wipes it away and sniffles, turning back to Alex.Â
She sighs, her sad eyes searching Alexâs face for more than longing. âThank you,â she whispers, feeling her throat tighten as she tries to speak.Â
Alex sighs, too, leaning forward and taking Casey in her arms. She hugs her tight, fingers weaving into her hair and gently scratching her scalp. âCasey, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Casey chokes out a laugh and tears herself, reluctantly, from Alexâs arms. âWhy are you sorry?â Alex shrugs, watching closely as Casey wipes another tear and sits back against the other end of the couch. âWell, donât be. You havenât done anything wrong, Alex.âÂ
They talked a while longer, trying fervently to discuss frivolous things like school, work, internships, and whatever else they could manage. Both of them fought the urge to kiss the other, the urge to touch more than just caresses of the hands. Eventually, and much to Alexâs shock, sleep overtook them. Soundly through the rest of the dark of night they sleep, Toby at their feet on the opposite end of the couch. Their sleep was dreamless and sweet, their noses taking in each other's scent as they breathe steadily.Â
When morning light starts to creep through the blinds, Alex stirs, turning her head away from the light and towards the television. As she does so, the texture beneath her cheeks is soft, softer than that of the couch. She takes a breath, orienting herself and taking in sensory information. Her hands are beneath her and wrapped around a pillow, maybe. But something is around her torso. She unclasps her hands and presses them against the couch, raising herself up to find what sheâd been laying on.Â
Beneath her, Casey moans, waking too. Alexâs breaths pick up pace a bit as she realizes Caseyâs arms wrapped around her torso, her head was just resting on her chest, and her own torso between Caseyâs legs. Her memory before falling asleep was a bit hazy, her head aching as she tries to recall. She pushes herself up from Caseyâs body, and Casey whines as the warmth leaves her.Â
âWhere are you going?â She asks sleepily, reaching her hands out for Alexâs body.Â
âIâm sorry,â she whispers, leaving Casey on the couch and heading to her bedroom. Casey sighs, still trying to wake herself. When she finally pulls her eyes open, she sits up, loneliness piercing her chest as she yearns for Alexâs body weight again.
She makes her way to Alexâs bedroom, knocking softly. âAlex?â She questions into the door.Â
The door sways open, causing her to stumble. Alex stands, eyes sad and watchful of Caseyâs expression. âI called George,â she states coldly. âHeâs going to come help me for the weekend.âÂ
Casey narrows her gaze, âOh.âÂ
A moment of silence. âIâm sorry, for last night. I-Iâm gonna be okay,â she stutters out, âIâll see you on Monday, yeah?â She asks, choking back the lump in her throat. She shushes the way her hands are willing her to grab Casey by the hips and pull her into her room. The way her arms crave Casey in their grasp. The way her mind begs for them to collapse into bed and sleep longer.Â
Caseyâs eyes darken and she bites her lip, sadness swarming her features. Alexâs heart aches at the sight. âYeah, Iâll see you Monday.â They stare at each other for a moment, a deep ache loud between them. Casey finally steps away, sulking into the guest room and grabbing her things, changing out of Alexâs clothes. When she makes her way into the living room to grab the gift, she sees Toby and smiles. Alex watches from the hallway as Casey crouches down to pet him and kiss him on the head. It still shocks Alex, remembering how Toby tends to bite or claw any visitor to come through the home. Leaving for long periods of time was seldom an option. Casey stands, glancing over her shoulder at Alex and giving a fake smile, her dimples still making Alex grin.Â
âIâll see you later, Alex,â she assures her, opening the door and stepping out when Alex nods silently.Â
#alex cabot#casey novak#alexandra cabot#calex#casey novak x alex cabot#alex cabot x casey novak#professor au#angst#law and order svu#svu#svu fanfiction#law and order svu fanfiction
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Can I request something for Casey! Some fluff and maybe helping fem reader with her depression, maybe sheâs having a downer day and Casey is the only one who can make her feel better, get her to open up
Casey Novak X Depressed Teen Reader
My first request! Thank you!
Request: Can I request something for Casey! Some fluff and maybe helping fem reader with her depression, maybe sheâs having a downer day and Casey is the only one who can make her feel better, get her to open up.
Third person pov...
As the sun rose over the New York City skyline, sixteen-year-old Y/N sat alone in her room, staring at the ceiling. She had been struggling with depression for months now and today was one of her darker days.
She had no motivation to get out of bed, no desire to face the world outside. As she lay there, feeling lost and alone, she had been sexually assaulted a couple months ago and was trying to get through it.
As she sat she thought of Casey Novak the ADA who helped her get justice and put her attacker into prison where he was staying for a long time.
That thought should make her happy, but instead she didn't she only felt empty. Then she rememberd that she had the Detective who worked on her case had given her a card with her number on.
Rummaging through her draw she found her card. 'Detective Benson' sighing she called the number. "Benson" came a familiar voice.
Hours later...
Casey received a call from Detective Olivia Benson, her close friend and colleague. Olivia informed her that there was a young teenager at (address name) who had requested to speak with her specifically. With a curious frown, Casey made her way to the apartment Olivia told her.
The red haired woman remembered the traumatized teenager, Y/N hadn't wanted to tell them who assaulted her, she was scared to tell them, but after a few days Y/N came forward and told them who it was.
The young teen had easily bonded with both Casey and Olivia Benson, after the case Casey thought about the H/C girl often.
It was usual that she felt such a connection with a victim but the teen made her want to keep in contact.
When Casey arrived at the L/N family apartment, she was greeted by Y/N Mother, the woman was surprised to see her of course.
"Hi Mrs L/N, I'm Casey Novak. I was wondering if I could talk to your daughter Y/N?" She asked the woman, recognition shined in her eyes before she stepped aside and Casey walked in.
"Y/Ns room is the last door on the right"Â she smiled at the prosecutor. When she knocked on Y/Ns door a shy and withdrawn teenager greeted her.
Y/Ns H/C hair was unkempt, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, Y/N self consciously rubbed under her eyes, she wore baggy clothes that seemed to swallow her petite frame.
But despite her appearance, Casey could see the strength and resilience in the young teens eyes.
"Hi Y/N, i dont know if you remember me, but im Casey" she introduced herself, offering a gentle smile, she watched as Y/Ns eyes widened in recognition and she nodded, but she didn't say anything.
Casey could see that Y/N was shutting herself off, fear and shame controlling her actions.
"We can take it slow, if you want. There's no rush. I just want to help you in any way I can" Casey assured her, choosing her words carefully.
Y/n looked at Casey for a few moments, and then without warning, she burst into tears. Casey quickly pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and offering her a comforting presence.
The young teenager cried for what seemed like hours, and all the while, Casey stayed by her side, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement.
As Y/N slowly calmed down, Casey handed her a box of tissues and sat down next to her on Y/N unkempt bed.
She knew that sometimes, all a person needed was someone to listen to them, to make them feel heard and understood. And that's exactly what Casey did.
For a couple minutes the two sat in Y/Ns room, the teen fiddling with her hands waiting for one of them to break the silence, Casey was the one to speak.
"What happened to you was not your fault. You are not alone, and you don't have to go through this alone" Casey said, her voice full of empathy.
Keeping her tears at bay Y/N fianlly opened up to the prosecutor.
As the H/C teen opened up to Casey about the assault, her struggles with depression, and the constant fear she lived with, Casey listened with patience and empathy.
She shared her own experiences of working with survivors and assured Y/N that she was not alone in her fight.
With Casey's help, the traumatized teen slowly began to open up more and more. They spent the entire day together, and by the end of it, Y/N was becoming herself once again.
The heaviness in her heart seemed to lift, and for the first time in a long time, she felt hopeful for the future.
As they sat in Y/N bedroom, drinks in hand, courtesy of Y/N mum, Y/N held Caseys hand in her own a genuine smile on her face.
Big E/C eyes looked into her. "Thank you, Casey. I don't know what I would have done without you" Y/N finally spoke up, her voice filled with gratitude.
Feeling herselfgetting choked up at her words, Case smiled and held her hand. "I'll always be here for you, Y/N And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out" Casey replied, her eyes shining with sincerity.
After saying good bye and leaving y/N her card, Casey left the L/N apartment late that night, she couldn't help but feel fulfilled.
Being able to help someone in need was the best feeling in the world for her, and she knew that Y/Ns road to recovery wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to be there for her every step of the way.
From that day on, Casey and Y/N developed a strong bond. Every time
Y/N had a downer day, or she felt overwhelmed with what happend to her she knew she could count on Casey to make her feel better and help her get through it.
The end!
Hoped you liked this oneshot, sorry for not updating for a while haven't been well these last few days so here I am writing this because I feel better finally.
As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.
Request page is open!
Word count: 1120
#angst#law and order svu#svu#happy ending#oneshot#x teen!reader#casey novak#casey novak x teen reader#tw depressing thoughts#assult#casey novak x reader
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really curious about the Alex Cabot x reader eventually Casey Novak x reader angst bcs of Hidden Desires by @storiesofsvu
Omg yes Iâve read it and itâs so goooodđŽâđ¨
But, in my case, Iâll do it differently. So my idea here is reader meets Alex while sheâs in Witness Protection, so basicallyâŚshe met Emily. So they spend their time together but Alex has to go back to New YorkâŚand she doesnât let reader know.
Letâs say a few years pass and reader is in New York and she happens to meet Casey Novak. And⌠Iâll let you imagine what happens from thereâŚđ
#casey novak#alex cabot#alex cabot x reader#casey novak x reader#gonna be angst but could be happy ending too? dependsđŤ˘
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dare I say it wouldâve been a better ending for her than fading into obscurity?đ
i have a teensy little hc that casey goes back to charlie thinking he got better and she can help him like she always wanted, but it goes full circle and she becomes the victim of domestic homocide
#casey novak#did you have to stab me in the heart????#what do you have against casey living#but iâm here for angst
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Casey Novak Masterlist
Mommy⌠Master List
Approach at your own risk⌠smut =* extra smutty =**
One Shots
What Have I Done⌠~Broken!Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader
Not Without You ~Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader (Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot)[MATURE]
Sheâs Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader (feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv, & Amanda)[MATURE]
Towing The Line ~Casey Novak x Elizabeth Donnelly (Charlie Angst)
Some Needed TLC ~Sub!Casey Novak xFem Mommy!Reader*
Rolling with the Punches ~(Charlie Angst)
Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas đ Requests & Prompt-List
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Hiya,
Do you think maybe you could write a Casey x Autistic!reader (not necessarily the same autistic reader from the previous ones) where casey snaps at reader after an interaction where reader thought everything was all fine and dandy, but things were in fact not fine and dandy (plus casey being under a lot of stress from work).
Ive had multiple social interactions where i get whiplashed because i thought i was doing all the right things and saying all the right things, but in fact wasnât and getting scolded or teased (negative) about itâŚ
-Ara
Hey, Ara! So glad to see a request from you! đ Every time you interact with any of my stuff, I'm like, "Oh, yay! Ara's here!" Ngl this one was hard to write. Mostly because I also have been in many social situations where I am trying so hard to do or say the right thing and end up messing things up for people I care about. There are a lot of things about being autistic that I've grown to enjoy and cherish, but this one... oof. This one's still hard. It's a little longer than my usual, but I hope it's what you're looking for! â illdowhatiwantthanks
They Go Low
Casey Novak x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: people being meanies, angst (resolved at the end though!), hurt/comfort-ish (?), explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 3.2k
Summary: It's the annual New York County Lawyers Association gala, and you're going as Casey's date. You're terrified of messing something up, socially and, well, when the worst happens...
You exhaled heavily as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your tie and your pocket square. You looked good, objectively speaking. Youâd gotten a haircut the day before. The suit was custom-made and fit you like a glove. And Casey had helped you put on âjust a little makeup, babe.â But you werenât worried about looking good at the New York County Lawyers Association Gala. You were worried about acting good.
Casey came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. She looked so pretty it took your breath away. Full evening gown, in a deep, forest green, with a halter top, which you loved because it allowed the dress to contrast against Caseyâs hair. Rich and red and glorious and one of your favorite parts of her, even if she did get self-conscious about it sometimes.
âYou look so beautiful, honey,â she said, planting a light kiss on your cheek, careful not to leave any lipstick.
âNot as beautiful as you,â you told her. You knew that parties like this should be fun. What you wanted was to be a perfect partner for Casey, to be someone worth showing off at an event like this. Casey already felt like an outsider at a lot of these events because she wasnât New York law royalty like some of the others. She didnât come from money. Sheâd worked to get where she was. Hard.
Youâd come a long way in accepting autism as part of yourself, even come a long way in loving yourself for it, thanks in no small part to Casey. But small talk? With strangers? It wasnât your strong suit. You wanted so badly to make Casey proud, but you always felt like you were subpar. Like there were whole levels of conversation going on above you. You could tell they were there. You knew you were missing things, but you couldnât tell what you were missing.
You let out another shaky breath, fidgeting, trying hard to keep your fingers quiet at your side as you stimmed, practicing for when youâd be at the gala.
âHey,â Casey said, turning you around to look at her. You avoided her eyes, but she bent her head a bit so you had to meet them. She ruffled your hair a bit, playing with the waves, with the fluff of it at the top of your head. âYou okay?â
You shrugged. âJust nervous.â
âYouâŚâ she started, straightening your suit jacket and helping you with your cufflinks. Your heart swelled; you hadnât even askedâshe just knew. â...are charming and funny and sweet. Youâre so smart. Youâre a great listener. Youâre good with people, even if you donât think you are.â
You nodded, drying your sweaty palms on your suit pants.
âYouâre gonna be fine, honey. Alex will be there. So will Liz and Rita. If you get nervous and you canât find me, or Iâm having to talk with other people, you can always find them. They know you and they like you.â
âOkay,â you conceded, voice shaky.
In the taxi, you played with Caseyâs fingersâa nervous tick that she indulged. You liked the feeling of a fresh coat of nail polish on her nails, liked to press on it, but you were careful not to press too hard and ruin it tonight.
âI like this color,â you told her, brushing the pads of your fingers along her wine-red nails.
âMe too,â she agreed. âYou donât think it looks too much like Christmas? With the dress?â
You surveyed her quickly and shook her head. âNo. It looks nice. You look nice.â
Your leg started to bounce as you got closer to the venue.
âCasey, what will I even talk about? The weather!? The Bill of Rights!?â You were starting to panic a bit, even as you tried to shut it offâit was Caseyâs night. You did not want her having to take care of you during the NYCLA gala.
âWell, letâs make a list, yeah?â Casey said, taking your hands and flattening them between hers to relieve the tension you held there. âYou can ask about where theyâre from and talk about where youâre from. Thatâs always a classic.â
You nodded, determined not to need help this evening.
âYou could ask what type of law they practice.â
You furrowed your eyebrows. âCasey, I donât know anything about law.â
She nudged you with her shoulder. âSure you do! I talk about work all the time. Just talk about the lawyer-y stuff you know from me.â
âOkay.â You were talking more to yourself than her. âOkay, I can do that.â
Casey squeezed your hand as you exited the cab. You took a deep breath, offered her your arm, and walked in, determined to make Casey proud.
And for the most part, you did alright. Casey introduced you around during the cocktail reception, and you figured out what to say. Your go-to was making people laugh. If you could just find an anecdote, just latch onto a story that resonated with these people, then everything became easier. Then it was just a routine, like giving a rehearsed speech instead of improvising every conversation.
You ate dinner, spoke cordially, if quietly, with the other people at yours and Caseyâs table, and laughed in all the right spots at the program. Youâd even managed to keep your stimming to a minimum.
But now the night was winding down. Groups of lawyers were scattered about the room. When you returned from the restroom, Casey seemed in deep conversation with a few other people, and you didnât want to interrupt, so you went to stand by the bar, nursing your last cocktail of the night and trying desperately not to look awkward or out-of-place.
A tall man, imposing, but with a friendly face, approached the bar, ordered a dirty martini, and stood nearby. He nodded at you, and you nodded back.
âI havenât seen you around before,â he said.
âYeah, I donât attend a whole lot of lawyer events,â you replied, taking a quick sip.
The man laughed. That had been one of your best lines of the night.
He introduced himself, extending his hand. âTrevor Langan.â
âY/N Y/L/N.â You shook his hand, flashbacks of practicing a âfirm handshakeâ with your dad in the back of your mind.
âSo what brings you to the NYCLA gala, if youâre not a lawyer?â
âOh, um, do you know Casey Novak? Sheâs in the Manhattan DAâs office?â
Langanâs eyes lit up. âOh, sure! Casey and I go way back.â
You smiled, glad to have something to talk about, something you could talk about foreverâCasey. âSheâs my girlfriend.â
âAh,â Langan said, tipping his drink toward you, as if in a toast. âLucky woman.â
âHer or me?â
He burst out laughing and you tried to laugh along, too, even though it had been a genuine question.
âGood one.â He took a sip of his martini. âIn all seriousness, though, Casey knows her stuff. She doesnât crack. Hard to believe sheâs human sometimes.â
Oh, now you could hit your stride. Casey as a person. You loved getting to show off Caseyâs soft side.
âSheâs great at her job,â you agreed. âNot that I know a ton about being a lawyer, but⌠she struggles, too, you know? Some of the SVU cases can be really emotionally difficult. Like, I know sheâs working on one right now thatâs really taking a toll.â
He raised his eyebrows. âOh, really? Whatâs the case?â
âThereâs this serial rapist,â you explained. âApparently, theyâve been trying to nail him for years. They had DNA evidence linking him to one of the rapes, but I guess the judge threw it out recently? Not really sure why⌠But Casey says thereâs not a whole lot else to go on, so sheâs been working really hard with SVU to dig up more evidence.â
âHuh,â Langan said, nodding toward Casey as she made her toward you both. âSounds like it might be a lost cause.â
You shook your head, leaning into Casey as she placed her hand on the small of your back. âNothingâs a lost cause with Casey. Right, honey? I was telling Trevor about that case youâre working on.â
Casey seemed to grow stiff beside you. âThe serial rape case?â she asked, and you had to look at her face to confirm what you were hearing. She looked⌠angry? Scared? You couldnât quite tell, but it was some flavor of upset. Maybe she was still worried about the caseâŚ
âYeah,â you confirmed, hoping to lift her spirits with a little optimism. âYou know, about how hard it is right now because the judge threw out the DNA, but that youâve got it because you always do.â
She gripped your hand tightly, so tightly it almost hurt, and glared at Langan. âThatâs fucking low, Langan. Even for you.â
âJust business, Casey,â he said, holding up his hands in defense.
You felt so deeply confused. Something had gone terribly awry in this conversation. Maybe Casey and Trevor Langan werenât friends after all?
âYouâre an asshole,â she spat at him. âShe doesnât know any better.â
Okay, so they were talking about you. Your mind raced back through the conversation, trying to figure out if youâd said something wrong.
âYeah, honestly, Novak, I wouldnât have put you two together,â Langan observed. âI donât know that sheâs quite in your league. You know, mentally.â
You blushed furiously. You got the jab on that one, or at least the implications of it. That you didnât deserve Casey. Which might be true, but it still hurt for someone else, someone who barely knew you, to see it and say it.
For her part, Casey looked like she might clock Langan with a strong right hook. âWell, sheâs way out of yours.â
And with that, Casey pulled you away, out into the brisk, New York spring night. You tried to catch her eye as she hailed a taxi, but she wouldnât look at you. You were growing increasingly anxious. Youâd fucked up somehow. You knew it. You could tell. And you must have fucked up badly or Casey wouldnât be this mad.
She was quiet on the way home, fuming. And she didnât hold your hand. She always held your hand. Your stims got more anxious, more obvious, along the ride. You wanted to ask her what was wrong. Wanted her to tell you what it was youâd done to mess everything up, but you were afraid to ask in front of the taxi driver.
You opened your mouth to ask as soon as the door to the apartment shut behind you, but Casey was faster. She was angry. Her face was red. And she was nearly crying. Casey never cried.
âWhy the fuck would you tell Langan about that case, Y/N?!â she yelled, furiously kicking her heels off.
You felt your heart drop, panic run up your spine like ice. âIâ I was just trying to talk about lawyer stuff.â
âNot that stuff! Case details!? Babe⌠this is just common sense!â
Your heart felt like it was being suffocated. Your voice was shaky and weak. âH-he said he knew you, that you went way back.â
Casey laughed and pressed her hands to her face. âOh, yeah. We sure do. Way back.â
You were trying so hard to get what she was saying, but your brain wouldnât quite make the connection. âI⌠I donât understand, Casey.â
A tear streaked down her cheek. âOf course you donât understand!â she railed. âYou never understand!â She sat down heavily, rubbing her forehead. âHeâs the fucking rapistâs defense attorney, Y/N! And now he knows weâve got nothing!â
You felt like youâd been slapped in the face. In fact, you almost would have preferred Casey actually slap you in the face. Tears filled your eyes, and you knew you were about to lose it. Casey had been mad at you before, but not like this. And you knew you didnât understand a lot of things. You didnât catch social nuance. It went right over your head. But to hear it from Casey⌠Casey who usually made you feel like there was nothing wrong with you. Youâd ruined something. Youâd ruined something important tonight. You felt guilty, but more than that you felt ashamed.
Your hands twitched by your side, and your breath came in huge, desperate gulps, and you knew you were on the verge of breaking down. And that last thing you wanted tonight was for your breakdown to be another fucking thing that Casey had to deal with. Another thing for her to fix. Youâd already given her enough to fix tonight.
âBe right back,â you said, because it seemed like something normal to say, and you didnât want to just exit. You walked quickly to the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it.
You sat on the floor and curled yourself as tightly as you could into the corner where the wall and the shower met, pulling your feet to your chest. Suddenly, everything felt very tight, too tight, and you yanked off your tie and your suit jacket, unbuttoning your collar because you could barely fucking breathe right now. You held your head in your hands and rocked back and forth, trying and failing to regulate your breathing. You kept hearing Caseyâs and Langanâs words in your head, as if they were on a constant loop, replaying in your mindâs eye: She doesnât know any better. Sheâs not quite in your league. You donât understand, you never understand!
You knew you were crying, but it wasnât something you were in control of, just hot tears streaming down your face, just your heart beating so rapidly you didnât know how to tell it to slow down. Youâd fucked up. Youâd fucked up so bad that youâd hurt Casey. Maybe youâd fucked up so bad that Casey wouldnât even want to be with you anymore, and who could blame her? You didnât even really want to be with you. Stupid, stupid, stupidâŚ
You heard a soft knock on the door, but couldnât bring yourself to acknowledge it, let alone open it.
âY/NâŚâ Casey called, voice muffled through the door and through your heartbeat pounding in your ears. âWill you open the door, honey?â
You couldnât respond, didnât want to respond, felt worse for Casey having to worry about you now. As if you hadnât already given her enough to worry about tonight.
And your rocking back and forth, your absolute spiral, stopped only when you heard Caseyâs voice crack, when you thought she might be crying. And your instinct to take care of her took over your instinct to wallow in self-loathing.
âPlease, baby,â she begged. âIâm so sorry. Just let me in.â
You scrambled quickly to the door and unlocked it, then scrambled back to your corner, huddling protectively, your body literally shaking. You were scared, you realized. You didnât like being scared of Casey. If anything, Casey should be scared of you, and howâd youâd mess things up for her. You buried your face in your hands as you heard the door creak open. You didnât want to meet her eyes, terrified of what might be in them.
You heard Casey approach you, could feel the shift in the air around you as she sat down next to you, the rustle of her dress as she adjusted it.
You were so anxious that you were gripping tufts of your hair. You werenât going to pull it out, but it gave you something to grab, at least.
âY/N, honey, can you look at me?â she asked, and you could tell from how thick her voice was that sheâd been crying.
You shook your head, still rocking back and forth.
She exhaled deeply, then continued. âBaby, Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean what I said. You do understand, okay? You understand me. You understand when it matters. You didnât do anything wrong tonight. It was a dick move by Langan.â
You still couldnât bring yourself to look at Casey. You were suspicious of her. Casey always made sure you were okay. You could see her lying to you to try to make you feel better. You felt her brush a bit of hair out of your face and jerked away.
âLook, if anything, itâs my fault,â she continued. âI should have been clearer about what lawyer things to talk about or not.â
Now, this you couldnât abide by. Casey making it her fault? No. You lifted your face, blotched red with tear stains and looked at her, and the way her makeup ranâclearly sheâd been cryingâit broke your heart.
âYou shouldnât have to fucking explain!â you cried. âThatâs not fair to you, Case! I should just know, and I donât because Iâm fucking dumb!â
âHey,â she said, her voice sharp as she grasped your face in both hands. âYou are not dumb. Youâre one of the smartest people I know.â
âStop lying to me!â you pleaded, more tears dripping down your face.
âLook at me,â Casey said, her voice rough with emotion as she held your face even tighter. âThereâs nothing wrong with you. You know what is wrong? That you have to act a certain way for all those people tonight to like you. Thatâs dumb.â
You tried to look away, but she only gripped you harder. Her voice broke and you wanted to cry even more, cry with her and for her.
âHoney, you are so smart,â she continued between gulps of breath. âAnd so kind. And you have such a special way of making people feel like they can be themselves. You know you make me feel more loved than anyone ever has? You remember everything about me, everything I say. And you listen and you notice things and you⌠you make me feel like Iâm who Iâm supposed to be.â
Your sobs had quieted a little, until you were just shaking now, hiccuping with the aftermath. âYou are, Casey,â you choked out. âYouâre perfect.â
âSee that?â she said, smiling a little and wiping your face with her hands. âYou are twice the person Trevor Langan is. You build people up, you donât bring them down.â
You let Casey slide next to you, let her wrap her arm around you and rest her chin on the top of your head.
âIâm still so sorry,â you mumbled. âI fucked up your whole case.â
She sighed and chuckled. âHonestly, it was already fucked. And Langan would have found out sooner or later.â
You let out a shaky sigh and settled into Casey, your head tucked under her neck, ear pressed to her chest so you could hear her heartbeat drawing you back down from your spiral.â
She breathed evenly, running her hands gently through the short hairs at the back of your head.
After a few minutes, Casey kissed the top of your head and pressed her hand to the side of your face, holding you close to her chest. âI love you, you know that?â
You nodded, snaking your arms around her waist and burying your face in her neck. âI love you, too.â
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The Veiled Law of Affection-Chapter 7
hey my lovelies, sorry this has taken me so long! I proofread but my brain is also mush post Calculus final. Chapter takes place surrounding the events of S6E1 "Birthright" It's probably also my longest chapter to date đ
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angst, cute fluff, svu case talk, and of course your precious smut đI promise your next fix (and some one shot Calex stuff) won't take as long.â¤ď¸
Pairing: Casey Novak x Olivia Benson
Word Count: 8955
by PKJ @novaksupremacy
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    âPatricia Branson, 6 years old, guy tried kidnapping her in a park full of people.â The uniform on scene told Liv and Elliot as they followed him to the victim and her father.
           âAnybody see anything? Stabler asked.
           âOnly description we got was a white guy in a baseball cap, bystander chased him, but he got away.â The Uni continued.
           Liv scribbled notes down furiously as they walked.
           Elliot pulled the dad off to the side so that Liv could talk to Patty. She sat down in the ambulance using a soft voice to question the little girl. She quickly realized this was not the first time the child had encountered her would-be abductor. The little girl had originally seen who Liv had deduced to be a young adult/ older teenager for the first time outside the grocery store when he offered to let her play with his puppy.
******
           Fin and Munch stood outside the sliding glass doors next to the electronic kiddie ride Patty had described and showed her picture to the grocery store manager.
           âAnybody every use that thing?â Finn asked.
           âSure,â the manager said with a thick NY accent, âkids ride that thing all the time. Youâll have to ask my employees if theyâve seen the girl though.â
           âWhat about anyone strange hanging around?â Finn continued to question.
           The manager crinkled his mustache, âDoes that include two guys in a blue van?â
           John shot a glance at his partner then back at the manager, âWhatâd they look like?â
           âBoth white, middle aged guy and some teenager with a mutt in his lap. Last week, right by the front door, blocking all my deliveries. Called the cops, Arizona plates and the number. Nobody showed up.â
           âWeâve got a pair of pedophiles,â Finn lamented as they left the grocery store and crossed the street.
           âWith their very own perv mobile.â Munch added as they opened the doors to the sedan.
           âSVU Portable I have your plate.â Dispatch said over the radio and proceeded to give information about a complaint made outside Patty Bransonâs school.
           âAlright weâre on it,â Detective Tutuola radioed back and hopped into the car.
           As they drove to their next destination John turned to Finn, âHey you think Liv and Casey joined one of those womenâs safety boxing classes or something.â
           Finn contorted his face, âMan where do you come up with this stuff. What makes you think that?â
           Munch shrugged, âI donât know theyâre just always showing up at work with bruises lately. I thought maybe they took up boxing or something. Or maybe theyâre going to the bar after work and not inviting us, hanging out with their secret boyfriends while we hang behind and do all the paperwork.â
           Fin did his best to stifle his laughter, âLook man, I will tell you both Benson AND Novak are both seeing someone. But unless they come in with a black eye one day, Iâll let you do your own detective work on the rest of it.â
******
           âWhy Patty?â Elliot asked when they realized their mystery men have Pattyâs routine down. The park she visits, her school, when sheâll be alone.
           âTheyâre obsessed.â Liv offered.
           Elliot looked up to see the van parked not far from them, âTheyâre here. Circle around and call for backup.â
           Fin and Munch pulled up alongside Benson and Stablerâs sedan and rolled down their window to get the briefing.
           âWatch the back of that van,â John said as one of the suspects jumped out, âThe big boy, complete with red baseball cap.â
           Cragen and Fin approached the van and banged on the window.
           âItâs an IAB caper Captainâ the suspect said to Cragen flashing his shield.
           âWhatâs todays color then,â Fin questioned.
           âPurple.â
           Fin cocked his gun aiming it at the suspect, âWrong. Take the keys out the ignition and step out of the vehicle.â
           The man behind the wheel hit the gas rather than comply. Fin and Cragen turned their attention to the second suspect in the ball cap, while Liv and Elliot took off after the van. After a brief chase Elliot managed to overtake the van by rear ending it, they drew down as the driver stepped out and then apprehended him. Munch managed to cut off the second suspect in the other squad car just in time for Cragen and Fin to apprehend him as well.
******
           âThree THOUSAND dollarsâ worth of damage to the car?â Cragen exclaimed.
           âWhat can I say boss, I zigged when I shouldâve zagged.â Elliot shrugged.
           âLetâs find a way to send these guys the bill, I already donât like them. They made me run.â Cragen threw the invoice on his desk. âWhat do we know about them so far.â
           âPI ticket pretty well known for reuniting kidnapped kids with their parents. The kids ticket is legit too.â Liv rattled off from her notes.
           âSo, someone hired them to snatch Patty.â The captain queried.
           âSeems that way Cap. No oneâs talking.â
           âLetâs find out who and why.â
******
           âCan my Mommy come in too?â Patty had tears coming down her face.
           âNo honey itâs very important that you do this by yourself so we can get the bad guy.â Liv said sweetly to the little girl.
           Elliot bent down next to her, âHey Patty is it okay if I pick you up.â She sniffled and nodded. Elliot scooped her up. âI want to show you something special. See this glass?â He walked around to the other side. âNo one on this side can see you, its magic, protects you from the bad guys and then we can take care of the rest.â
           The perps made their way into the lineup room.
           âIâm scared of the boy with the four. He pulled my hair at the park.â
******
           After a positive ID on the younger perp and a few hours of grilling them, the older PI told them that Pattyâs biological mother hired them to find her daughter. The detectives took a ride to the address that the suspects gave up and went to investigate. Michelle Osborn answered the door and weaved them a tale about how her daughter had been abducted from a car accident that caused the death of her husband. She showed them a facial aging print out that showed what her daughter might look like now, remarkably similar to Patty, along with the addition of the diabetes diagnoses. She also led them into her daughters room which she had updated to welcome home a now 6 year old little girl.
           Elliot placed cuffs on her as Liv spoke. âMichelle Osborne youâre under arrest for conspiracy to commit kidnapping.â
           On the way out of arraignment Casey ran to catch up with Liv, âHey they said you were in a car accident. Why didnât you call me? Are you okay?â the redhead said frantically scanning her girlfriend for any sign of bodily injury.
           âBaby Iâm fine. I promise. It was barely a fender bender. We hit the back of the van chasing the PIâs. If anything, Iâll be a little sore tomorrow.â
           âWell, youâre definitely in for a massage later, but are you sure youâre alright?â There they were: the puppy dog eyes that melted any worry Liv ever had.
           âI promise, I gotta catch up with Huang, but hey.â She grabbed Caseyâs hand. âCase, if something did happen, I have I card in my wallet saying youâre my emergency contact, and have you saved in my phone that way too.â She tugged on her girlfriends arm a bit before walking away. âIâll see you later okay?â Casey watched until Liv disappeared into the crowd after catching up with Huang and getting on the elevator.
******
           It didnât take Michelle Osborne more than a few hours to violate her order of protection.
           âYouâre making a mistake!â Michelle shouted at Liv.
           âNo Michelle, you are. I read the police report, youâre daughter died in that accident with your husband and now youâve violated the order of protection and I have to take you to jail, and the judge is going to revoke your bond.â
           âSheâs my daughter!â
           âWe know everything Michelle, we saw the police report,â Liv shouted as she put the cuffs on, âWe know Anna Osborn died with your husband in that accident.â
           âHey look who I found,â the brunette heard her partner yell out from behind her, she turned to see Elliot standing next to a squad car with their new favorite PI in the backseat.
           âYou guys just canât take a hint,â Liv scoffed walking up to the window.
           âThereâs a piece of paper in my breast pocket. Read and weep.â The perp retorted.
           Elliot reached in through the window and removed the piece of paper. âItâs a lab order with the DNA sample from Pattyâs hair that they snatched at the park. Patty Branson is Michelle Osborneâs biological daughter.â
           The brunette looked at Elliot in shock, not sure that she heard him correctly.
           âPatty and Anna are not the same child,â Melinda explained to the detectives when they got back to the precinct, âI ran another test, and they are definitely siblings but not identical. I saw that Anna was conceived through in vitro. The only way this incident couldâve happened is if both women underwent in vitro with the same doctor at the same time and Iâm gonna need that doctors name.â
******
           Casey walked into the stationhouse with two large cups of coffee. She placed one down on the desk next to Elliot, âHey, whereâs our girl.â
           âThanks Novak,â he mock-groaned in appreciation and took a sip. âI donât care what Liv says, youâre alright.â He smirked. âSheâs in the crib.â
           The redhead walked in quietly, she saw Livâs eyes closed but knew by her breathing she wasnât asleep.
           âCasey when I open my eyes you better either be naked or have a very large cup of coffee.â
           Casey laughed, âHow did you know it was me? And how did you know I was alone?â
           The brunette smiled, her eyes still closed. âI can smell your perfume, and because Iâm a cop.â
           The ADA walked over and sat on the edge of the cot. âDid you get any sleep baby?â She kissed her head and brushed her hair away from her face.
           âNo,â Liv pried her eyes open. âIâm too wound up.â She sat up on the edge of the bed next to her girlfriend and leaned her head on her shoulder as Casey handed her the cup of coffee. âYouâre the best.â
           âOh yeah? Thatâs not what Stabler said youâve been saying.â The redhead giggled.
           âStablerâs a gossip queen.â
           Munch walked passed the doorway and stopped, âYou two tired from all those late nights of bar hopping with your secret boyfriends?â
           Liv picked her head up, âOur what?â
           âHave you been talking to Elliot,â Casey asked him. Liv turned her head towards her girlfriend in confusion, who shook her head. âIâll explain later.â she sighed.
           âNo, Fin said both of you were dating someone and I just wanted to say that Iâm a little hurt that Iâve never been asked to hang out with the cool kids. I did used to own a bar in Baltimore. Iâm a pretty fun guy.â
           Casey tilted her head as Liv buried her face in the redheadâs shoulder to stifle her laughter, âYouâre right John, next time we go out with our secret boyfriends weâll make sure to invite you.â
           âThank you, thatâs all I ask.â Munch said in complete sincerity. âAll the involved parties are here by the way. Time to get to it.â
******
Casey and Liv walked into the conference room where they sat Michelle and the Bransonâs on opposite ends of the table. Liv sat down between them in an attempt to mediate with them.
âItâs come to our attention,â the detective spoke softly âthat both of you conceived by way of invitro fertilization. Weâre going to need you to tell us the names of the doctors you used.â
âDr. Stanley Norton.â Mrs. Branson sniffled, choking back a small sob.
âHe was my doctor too.â Michelle admitted and hung her head.
Michelleâs lawyer, Counselor Emmett, added, âBoth girls born at the same hospital, within weeks of each otherâ
Casey paced across the room âSomehow, Sarah got Michelleâs embryos.â
âHow could this happenâ Mr. Branson asked, the look on his face showing he still felt like all of this was surreal.
âDr. Warner said it could be as simple as a mislabeled petri dish.â Liv offered.
Both mothers exchanged heartbreaking looks as Michelle began to break down in tears. âIâm so sorry for what I did. Iâm so sorry.â
Sarah Branson turned to Casey âis it possible to have the order of protection removed?â
Casey shrugged, âYou can petition the judge if thatâs what you want.â It was clear in her expression she didnât agree but she wasnât allowed to just blurt that out.
Michelleâs lawyer spoke up, âIâd like you to reconsider the attempted kidnapping charge.â
âYour client was ordered to stay away from Patty Branson, and she ignored that order. She broke the law. I have to take her to trial.â The redhead stated flatly. Liv jerked her head and looked at her in shock as if she couldnât believe what she had just said.
Casey heard her girlfriend call to her as she left the conference room. âCasey, you gotta plead her out.â Liv emoted as she closed the conference room door behind her.
The ADA furrowed her brow, âWhy would I do that?â She turned and gave the detective time to catch up.
âBecause what happened was a mistake,â Liv argued.
âMichelle was uncontrollably driven to kidnap someone elseâs little girl.â She continued walking down the hall, the detective walking along side.
âHer little girl biologically.â Livâs tone escalated as she stopped at the corner of the hallway.
Casey turned on her heel, âbut not legally,â she spoke lower trying to stay calm and show Liv she cared. âI canât let Michelle off the hook just because you feel guilty you didnât believe her.â She turned back and continued to walk.
The detectiveâs face dropped as she wasnât used to going toe to toe with Casey over a case since that first day. She took a breath and then followed behind, âwell then give her a break cause sheâs also a victim.â Casey stopped at her door and turned to face Liv while leaning against it. Liv crossed her arms and continued, âWhat that fertility doctor did to those two women is genetic rape.â Casey cast her eyes to the side afraid sheâd cry if she continued to confront her girlfriend. âAnd donât tell me that that doesnât bother you on some level.â
The redhead turned her head and stared into Livâs eyes, her own starting to water. She wanted to clap back at the cheap shot, but she was already lost in her girlfriendâs charm. Her face softened.
âTalk to the doctor,â she looked down at Livâs lips longing to kiss her, âconfirm what Michelle and the Bransonâs say, and Iâll consider a deal.â She stared at the brunette for a minute.
The Detective looked back at Caseyâs lips just as hungrily and then nodded.
The redheaded started to head into her office but looked back as Liv was walking away. âHey.â
The brunette spun around, âHey.â
âIâll see you for dinner later, okay?â She gave Liv the puppy dog eyes.
âYou got it.â The detective smiled softly and then turned the corner.
******
Shortly after a visit to the good doctorâs office, the detectives were in Caseyâs office giving her the run down. Michelle had insisted she never signed the form consenting to egg donation. The doctor was insisting she did and probably just didnât remember because seven years ago is a long time to remember such a minute detail. Liv could feel it in her bones that the evidence was pointing towards fraud on the doctorâs part. She just needed some help from the DAâs office to prove it.
Both Xâs look the same to me.â Casey examined the photocopied paper her girlfriend handed her.
The brunette looked at her determined, âItâs a legal document, forgery is a crime.â
           âYou donât know that doctor forged anything.â The redhead sat, leaning back in her chair. Her face contorted in contest.
Elliot chimed in to play devilâs advocate, âLook, maybe its buyerâs remorse. Michelle did consent to donate her embryos, and now sheâs sorry she did?â He turned his eyes towards Liv.
âThat doctor pulled that story out of his ass!â She came around him to stand between him and Casey, âCome on Elliot!â she scolded, âHe was making it up as he was telling it to us!â She shook her head in disgust.
âSo, you think heâs lying. Michelle Osborne hired private detectives to kidnap a child. Why do you believe her?â The ADA squinted, tilting her head.
âBecause Michelle Osborn has never lied to us about anything. Patty is her biological daughter.â The volume of Livâs voice started to escalate as she spoke passionately.
           Casey crinkled her nose G-d damn sheâs so sexy when she gets herself all worked up. Pull it together Novak, cold thoughts, you still have a job to do.
Elliot piped up interrupting Caseyâs mental undressing of Liv, âSo let Michelle and the Bransonâs sue Norton for malpractice,â he suggested bluntly.
Liv sighed, getting exhausted of trying to explain her point, âBut if he intentionally put one womanâs eggs into another without consent, we canât just let him get away with it.â
âThereâs no law against that in New York State,â Casey tried to iterate that despite what they were all feeling for both defendants and victims, she still had to prosecute by the letter of the law. âAnd we canât charge him with larceny because stolen property has to have value, and body parts donât.â she said pointedly.
           The brunette argued back as the redhead let out an exasperated sigh knowing her girlfriend wasnât going to let this go. âIn vitro costs tens of thousands of dollars a pop. If Norton misrepresented what he did and put that X on this form, then we have him on fraud and forgery. If he did it once before, you can bet that heâs done the same thing to other women.â Her jaw was starting to get tight.
           Casey looked up at her girlfriend, she knew when Olivia had a gut feeling like this, she was usually on to something, and she definitely wasnât letting it go. She pulled Liv down onto her lap and wrapped her arms around her waist. âOkay,â she kissed her shoulder. She had no qualms about Elliot being in the room, she knew he was a safe person for them. âNow all we have to do is prove it.âÂ
           âRight,â Liv turned her head, to look at Casey, her body still facing Elliot. Caseyâs touch brought her back down to a calmer state. âThis consent form is a copy; you get us a warrant for the real one and we will.â
           The ADA smirked, âYou know youâre very sexy when you have your investigation pants on.â She leaned her forehead against the brunetteâs, rubbing her nose against her girlfriendâs.
           âOh yeah, that working for you?â She nuzzled back.
           âMhmm,â Casey blushed and bit her lip.
           Elliot cleared his throat loudly, âStill here ladies.â
           The two moved their faces away from each other and turned back towards him, âAhem, sorry.â Casey nodded trying to put her serious voice on.
******
Norton scoffed as he sat in interrogation âI did nothing wrong.â
Kessler waved his hand towards his client âSay nothing else Stanley. My client made an error in judgement.â
âThatâs an understatement,â Caseyâs voice was dripping with sarcasm as Liv paced behind her.
âMichelle Osborne gave my client verbal permission to donate her embryos seven years ago. Dr Norton wrote the âXâ on the form because he thought it would help her remember.â The litigator retorted, an ever-present smug tone in his voice.
The brunette detective was getting worked up âOh she remembers alright; she remembers that she never consented.â She barked.
Kessler laughed incredulously, âAnd you believe her, after she tried to have a little girl kidnapped?â
Casey looked at him with a know-it-all grin, âBecause of what Dr. Norton did to her, so weâre dropping those charges.âÂ
âStill her word against my clientâsâ
âAnd his employees.â The redhead countered, âWe have signed, sworn statements that you routinely implant one womanâs genetic material into another.â
Doctor Norton looked Casey square in the eye and straightened his cufflinks. âAll Iâve ever done is help infertile couples have children.â
Olivia curled her lip, glaring with abhorrence at the doctor. âAll youâve ever done is pad your bank accountâ she leaned over the table towards him.
Casey looked directly at the Doctors attorney, âYou can be sure weâll find out how many other women heâs victimized.â
Kessler scoffed, closing his briefcase. âHow? You canât subpoena privileged patient records.â
The ADA grinned, âUnless,â she placed the pads of her fingers down on the desk pointedly, âthereâs evidence of an ongoing criminal conspiracy. That forged âxâ on the consent form is all the ammunition I need to go before a judge.â
******
Casey was beaming, âWe scored a clean sweep.â She said proudly walking into the squad room. Her eyes locked on Liv.
           âOh yeah whatâd we get?â The brunette joked as she fixed her coffee.
âWarrants and subpoenas for all of Dr. Nortonâs in vitro patients, plus all surgical and cryopreservation logs.â The redhead smiled, dropping some files on the desk, and facing Liv and Elliott.
âCryo what?â Stabler asked as if Casey was speaking a foreign language.
Casey chuckled, âWhere egg, sperm, and embryos are frozen and stored,â she schooled him.
âAny of this make an impression on Dr Norton?â He grabbed one of the files Casey dropped off and thumbed through it.
âNope guy still thinks he did a favor for the Bransonâs.â The counselor sat down on the edge of Livâs desk placing her hands on her knee, âAnyway, Sarahâs medical records have a notation that none of her eggs fertilized.â She discretely caressed her girlfriend's knee with her thumb. The brunette felt it between her legs.
âSo, Norton just slipped her one of Michelleâs.â Elliot shrugged.
Casey nodded, mindless tracing little circles on Livâs knee, just brushing against the start of her thigh.
Liv popped up off the desk as the redheadâs followed her, âOkay so we get him on a couple of counts of fraud, he loses his license and does some time.â It was taking all of her willpower not so slam herself up against Casey right there in the squad room. The way the ADAâs eyes glistened as she smoothly negotiated subpoenas and plea deals just did something for Liv that she never expected.
âYeah, and all thanks to the persistence of a beautiful brunette detective from the one six.â Casey bit her lip, subtly linking the tips of her fingers with Livâs. âDamn I need to get you home.â
Liv blushed; desire written all over her face.
Cragen walked up next to them with a distraught look on his face, âTwo-two just called. Theyâre mobilized.â
âFor What?â the brunette looked at him confused.
The captain put his hands in his pockets, âPatty.â
******
           Thankfully with the quick work of the SVU detectives they were able to find Patty pretty quickly with a sweep of Michelle Osbornâs house for some semblance of clues. The time and place on the back of a family photo indicated a beach house that Michelle owned. The detectives swiftly mobilized there to find Michelle and Patty. Liv was heartbroken when she learned that Michelle misled Patty by saying her parents didnât want her.Â
*****
âYou have to do something, babe.â Olivia took a sip of her wine leaning over the island at Caseyâs.
           The redhead scoffed, âI thought you wanted me to plead her out? I canât keep changing course based on your emotions.â She stared at Liv in disbelief.
           The brunette sighed and placed her glass down, âI know what I said earlier but Michelle is terrorizing this little girl. Patty Branson is a distraught six-year-old who doesnât understand why this woman is trying to rip her away from her family and I feel for Michelle but sheâs making it so much worse.â
           The ADA took her hand across the counter and ran the pad of her thumb across it, âYou know that your huge heart is one of the things I find most attractive about you, right? I just have to make sure I donât get my ass chewed out by Branch for letting that beautiful heart cloud my judgement.â She brought her girlfriends hand up to her lips and kissed across the detectiveâs knuckles. She glanced up at Liv, cocking her eyebrow, âis this helping make up for the fact that we argued earlier?â
           âCasey,â Olivia sighed.
           The redhead frowned, âHey Iâm sorry, I was just trying to do my job.â
           Olivia smiled and held Caseyâs hand between her own, âNo thatâs not what I was getting at.â she chuckled. âWhat I was going to say,â she rubbed her girlfriend's hand soothingly, âis weâre not always going to agree on work. We may even shout out each other from time to time, but I promise never to go to bed angry at you as long as youâll have me.â
She stood up and leaned in to delicately kiss the ADA, âand I promise to always have dinner waiting for you, even if its leftovers in the microwave.â
The redhead giggled into the kiss and draped her arms around Livâs neck. âAnd I will always be grateful for that, Detective.â Liv stood up straight pulling Casey out of her chair and grabbing her legs, wrapping them around her waist, and placing her on the counter. The brunette started nibbling and kissing down her lover's jaw and then her neck. âMmm,â the redhead sighed, âyou are so wonderful.â She ran her hands through Livâs hair.
The detective chuckled, âMmm, Iâll remember that next time we fight.â Casey laughed and pressed her palm against the brunetteâs cheek, nipping at her lower lip and then kissing her. Liv raised her eyebrow and flashed a grin, âthanks for making this easy for me.â She ran her fingers up Caseyâs bare thighs and up under the skirt she was wearing. She pushed it up and pulled the redhead to the edge of the counter, sliding her hand up the attorneyâs inner thigh. She gasped as she made her way to Caseyâs center, she leaned in to kiss her neck. âAssistant District Attorney Casey Novak, have you not been wearing any underwear all day?âÂ
The redhead smiled deviously, her hand on the back of Livâs head holding her to her neck, âMmmm, well, Detective, if we hadnât argued, I had planned on pulling you into the bathroom of the courthouse, or my office, or the backseat of a taxi.â She giggled.
âBabe!â Liv looked at the younger woman in shock. âGetting adventurous?â
âMmm maybe a little bit. Itâs hard to control myself around you. Do you know how many times when youâre getting heated about a case, I just want to bend you over your own desk?â
The brunette pulled back and looked Casey in the eyes, her own glossed over, pupils dilated. âI really do that much to you?â
The redhead bit her lip and then nodded. âYou, Olivia Benson, make me crazy.â
Liv took this opportunity to slide her middle finger into Caseyâs heat causing her breath to hitch.
âFuck.â The ADA exhaled. She spread her legs slightly allowing her girlfriend more access, who then slipped another finger in. Casey gasped again, âLiv.â
The detective toyed with her lover, slowly playing with her arousal, watching Casey whimper with each movement. âFeels good, Daddy?â
Casey let out a moan, âOhhhh, feels really good baby.â
Liv pushed the redheadâs skirt up further and laid her back across the counter. She brought her mouth down to Caseyâs heat, lapping up everything sheâd already spilled from her lover, and then brought her tongue up to her clit. When she did this, Caseyâs head shot up as heavy sighs fell from her lips. The ADA tangling her fingers in Livâs hair pulling her tighter to her body. âHey baby I need you to do me a favor,â the brunette whispered, âcan you spell my name for me?â She kissed down on her clit, a few quick swipes of the tongue.
Casey was panting hard, but what Liv asked of her caught her off guard. âWhat?â
Liv kissed her clit again and continued to do so between each word. âSpell. My. Name. Please. Humor me Casey.â
The redhead quirked her brow, still confused about why they were having a strange conversation right this minute. She decided to oblige. âOââ
As she did Liv pressed down on her girlfriend's clit, tracing the letter âOâ across it with the tip of her tongue.
âMmmm,â Casey inhaled sharply as she caught on. âLââ she whispered. âIââ she was whimpering and panting softly trying hard to concentrate âVâ.â âIâoh god baby I, Iâm gonna.â Her breathing was getting shallow, âAââ she could barely keep still, she was almost there, she tangled her fingers tighter in her lover's hair pulling her closer as she started over. âOââ that was all it took, âOh, Oh, Ohhhh!â Casey let go, an orgasm surging through her body, coming hard as Liv lapped it up, humming and moaning with delight.
âMmm, Casey do you know how fucking good you taste?â The brunette wiped the corners of her mouth and licked her fingers.
Casey sat up trying to catch her breath. âDetective if I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were trying keep me around for a while,â she chuckled.
âMmm maybe just for a little while,â Liv grinned as she kissed the redhead sultrily.
âThatâs it, youâre in for it. Bedroom, now.â She hopped down off the counter and took the brunette by the hand leading her to the bed, pushing her back onto the mattress. Casey was in nothing but her bra before Liv could blink. She straddled the brunette and unbuckled Livâs belt. âWanna see a new trick I learned?â She bit her lip, smiling mischievously.
Liv looked at her lover surprised, âYou have tricks I donât know yet Counselor?â
The redhead giggled, âI got bored in my office the other day.â She pulled Livâs belt off her pants and began to loop it around itself a few times and then held out a hand reaching for Livâs. Liv furrowed her brow but cautiously gave the ADA her hands. Casey slipped the belt over the detective's hands and then pulled the end of the strap tight with her teeth.
âIs, is that okay?â Casey asked to check in, making sure Liv was good with what she was doing since it was new for them.
âOh, that was,â Liv gasped with surprise, âimpressive.â If she wasnât soaked in arousal before she was now.
âYou like that?â Casey asked with her eyebrow raised and her troublemaker grin. She brought Livâs arms over her head and hooked the belt to the headboard. âDonât move,â she scolded and brought her mouth down to her girlfriend's ear. âBe a good girl for Daddy.â She whispered and bit down into the side of the brunetteâs neck.
âOh, Casey,â Liv mewled, âOh, baby mmmâ She wanted to feel Caseyâs skin, dig her nails into her back. Each struggle against her restraints made her throb, the leather rubbing against her wrists driving her wild.
The ADA was taking her time, sucking deep bruises into her loverâs neck. âKeep still baby,â she cooed, âIâm just getting started.â After she finished marking up Livâs neck, she turned her attention downward. She unbuttoned Livâs shirt one button at a time and threw it open, bringing her mouth down to tease the brunetteâs nipples. She pulled each one into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it and grazing it softly with her teeth, letting them go with a pop. She continued to roll and pinch them between her fingers as she kissed down the detectiveâs stomach.
âFuck Casey,â Livâs soft pants made the redhead simper. She tried to wriggle against the restraints again causing her to moan loudly. âDonât tease.â
âDetective, you better stop resisting.â Casey joked as she shimmied her girlfriendâs pants down and then tossed them to the floor and then settled between her legs. âMmm, baby you are so fucking wet. It might take me hours to clean all this up.â She taunted as she ran her tongue through the brunetteâs folds. âOlivia,â the ADA whimpered, âG-d you taste so amazing.â She plunged her tongue into Livâs core, gently fucking her, moaning as Livâs nectars dripped down her chin.
âOh Fuck!â the brunette cried out, pulling against her cuffs, her hips bucking towards the redhead's face.
Casey pulled her tighter, the tip of her tongue brushing against Livâs g-spot driving her wild. She moaned against the brunetteâs center, sending vibrations up her body.
âMmmm Casey,â Liv whined, âMmm Daddy, donât stop.â her breath ragged. âOh G-d, Oh G-d.â Her eyes rolled back as she pulled against the restraints, her body tightened as her walls contracted and she came on Caseyâs tongue.
The ADA moaned loudly into Liv as she felt her let go, her mouth filling with her girlfriend's sweet juices. She pumped her tongue slowly as the brunette came down and then licked her clean. She ran her tongue across her lips as she looked up at her girlfriend smiling, kissing her thighs, and resting her head against one for a moment. The redhead brought herself back up and kissed Liv, sliding her tongue into her mouth, savoring the moment, and holding her thumb and fingers to the brunette's chin.
âYou are such a good, good girl.â Casey kissed her again lightly and nibbled down her neck as she undid the restraints. She kissed Livâs wrists and then laid against her as Liv wrapped her arms around the attorney.
âGod, you are so fucking sexy.â Liv kissed Casey on her temple and then traced soft circles across her smooth skin.
******
Casey headed down to the jail to confront Michelle Osborne about her most recent kidnapping attempt.
âYou canât kidnap your own daughter.â Hissed as she was led towards the interrogation cell by one of the Rikerâs guards. Struggling to turn her head to look Casey in the eyes.
 âThe law says she isnât yours.â The redhead argued, her patience with Michelle had long run out.
âWell, the law is wrong.â Michelle sat down on the bench in the cell, as everyone filed in and followed suit.
Emmett tossed her briefcase on to the table, âWe should just forget about the law and focus on whatâs right.â
Casey couldnât help but laugh, âWhatâs right is for your client to accept that she has no claim to patty. Youâre a victim Michelle we can take that into consideration.â
âHow much consideration?â her lawyer queried.
âWeâre still willing to make an offer, Michelle will have to serve three to five and get counseling.â The redhead stated, staring blankly waiting for a response.
âNo thank you.â Michelle shook her head in protest.
âIf you go to trial and get convicted. Youâre looking at fifteen years in prison.â Casey was in disbelief.
âIâll be acquitted, then Iâll sue for custody.â Michelle stated haughtily.
âAre you kidding me?â the ADA turned to the counselor, âThis isnât your idea, is it? Itâll never work.â
âI have to try.â The defendant whispered with determination.
âYou canât!â Michelle turned to see this exclaim come from Sarah Branson who was standing a few feet away from the cell with Olivia in tow.
Casey stood up in shock and looked towards Sarah Branson who had just walked in, and then to Olivia who had clearly brought her. âWhy did you bring her here?â
Liv looked at Casey reassuringly, âBecause she wanted to come.â
Sarah Branson was sobbing âI know you lost your daughter, but canât you see what youâre doing to Patty? Please, a mother wouldnât do this to any child.â She pleaded with tears in her eyes.
******
âLook Iâm not mad babe, Iâm just saying a little heads up with you were bringing her to the jail wouldâve been nice.â Casey said as the two women stepped on the train. They both reached for the center pole, opting to stand. Liv wrapped her arm around the redheadâs waist holding her tight to her as the train started.
âYouâre right Case, Iâm sorry.â Liv frowned, âI promise to work on communicating.â
âJust pretend weâre in bed, you communicate great there.â Casey teased, smirking, eyeing her girlfriend up and down until she realized an old man glaring at her from one of the nearby seats. âSorry.â She cleared her throat.
The brunette giggled. âIâll take that into consideration.â
The got off at their stop and walked down off the platform, âCoffee?â Liv grabbed the ADAs hand and laced their fingers together. The redhead blushed a little, the feeling that Liv wasnât afraid to be seen with her filling her with butterflies.
âMaybe on the way back?â Casey mused, âI just want to be able to think straight again.â She shook her head realizing her phrasing, âI mean, I need to concentrate.â
Liv reached around the redhead to ring the doorbell of the Stabler house. The door opened and the two women were greeted by a very confused Kathy Stabler.
âLiv! Hi. andââ she scrunched up her face trying to figure out who Casey was and what she and Oliva were doing there. She looked familiar but they had never been properly introduced.
âOh, hey Kathy, itâs nice to meet you, Iâm the SVU ADA Casey Novak.â She let go of Livâs hand to extend it to the blonde in the doorway.
Kathyâs eyes followed her hand and shook it, still looking puzzled until she glanced at Liv and then back at Casey and it clicked. âOh, OH right hi! Genuinely nice to meet you! You need to talk to Elliot? Heâs at the park with the twins. Itâs three blocks that way and two blocks right.â she pointed down the street.
âNot me, just Casey here.â The brunette stated and placed her hand on the small of her girlfriendâs back.
âAh well in that case, Liv why donât you come in for a cup of coffee.â Kathy motioned towards herself. âSeems like we have some catching up to do.â
The detective glanced at her lover, âYou gonna be okay on your own?â
âYeah babe, stay, have coffee. I think we all know I can handle Elliot.â She chuckled nervously. She gave Liv a quick kiss and headed off down the block.
Liv and Kathy moved to the kitchen as Elliotâs wife poured them both a cup of coffee. âSo,â Kathy looked at Liv, âIâm guessing thatâs my husbandâs new softball friend and the reason youâre wearing a turtleneck?â
The brunette snorted into her coffee and her face went flush. âYeah, thatâs Casey. Sheâs the best thing that couldâve happened to me.â
âIâve gotta say Iâve never seen you soâ open, with anyone before. Itâs refreshing. Do you love her?â the blonde asked sitting down at the table.
Liv followed suit and took a sip of her coffee, âI want to. I just donât know if Iâm ready to say it yet.â
âBoy, you and Elliot really are two sides of the same coin,â Kathy laughed, âtook him forever to say it, even though now heâll admit he always knew. You know, I used to worry about you two. Heâd confide in my why I didnât need to and how he was the only one who knew about it so of course I just thought it was an excuseâ she rambled as she took another sip, âbut,â she paused. âIâve never seen you look at my husband the way you looked at her on my porch.â
*****
âHey Dad, whoâs that lady staring at us?â Lizzie asked as Elliot picked up the basketball, trying to explain to Dickie why hogging the ball would end up hurting his game eventually.
Casey was leaned up against the chain link fence at the park entrance. Her thumbs hooked through the belt loops on her jeans.
âAfternoonâ Elliot smiled, confused.
âYeah, your wife said I could find you here.â The redhead smiled.
âDickie, Elizabeth, this is Ms. Novak. We work together.â He tussled his childrenâs hair and introduced them to his friend.
âYou guys look like a couple of pros out there,â she approached the detective and the twins on the blacktop.
âYeah, so go practice, and no hogging the ball.â He tossed them the ball as he and Casey stepped off to the side, âLet me guess, you just happened to find yourself on the ass end of Queens?â
âMichelle Osborne trial prep. I need a reality check.â She nodded, looking for some time of reassurance.
âOkay for what? Wait, Kathy told you I was here? You got Kathy to tell you a female sheâs never met, my location?â
She shot him a look of câmon Elliot, I radiate non-threatening LGBT energy.
A light bulb went off in his head, âYou brought Liv, didnât you? And sheâs uhm.â He motioned his finger up and down his neck.
âSee I knew youâd get there.â She crinkled her nose teasingly.
âOkay so about what?â Elliot asked jumping back to the original topic.
âThereâs no way to win it.â The redhead stated, hoping Elliot would either bluntly tell her she was right or help her find a work around.
âYou got her cold on the evidence.â Stabler shrugged as he headed towards the fence.
Casey shook her head, âDefense has already won the jury. Once they hear about what happened to Michelle, no oneâs gonna care about evidence.â
âAre you worried about losing this case?â Elliot bent down by the fence to pick up his towel. âOr are you having second thoughts.â
The ADA stopped, turning to face him. âI donât think the law can do anyone justice in this case.â
Elliot mopped his brow, âAre you just figuring that out now?â He sat down with his back against the fence.
âMichelle gets convicted; she goes to prison.â She tried to work out the conundrum out loud, âIf Michelle gets acquitted, sheâll never let go of Patty and there will be no end to this.â Her voice got somber, âEither way, somebody loses.â
âRight.â Elliot looked up at her, his voice softer than usual, âWhatâs the question?â
Casey thought hard, finding it hard to articulate what she was thinking. She chewed on her lip, sighed, and sat down on the ground next to him. âIf you found out you had another kid out there, would you want it?â She asked Elliot with genuine curiosity.
âDamn right I would.â The detective nodded.
âSo, you know why sheâs obsessed.â
âItâs not an obsession,â he shook his head, âitâs a love. Itâs a connection that transcends everything and anything.â
Casey studied his face, now she realized how he could be so gruff but also so good with children. He was a good father, a good man. She smiled, thankful for his friendship as she continued to listen.
âI would die for my children and nothinâ in this world that would ever change that. Ever.â Elliot beamed with pride as he spoke.
The young ADA furrowed her brow in concern, âSo Michelle and Sarah will never stop fighting over Patty.â She smiled but it was a sullen smile, full of sadness.
Elliot looked down thoughtfully, took a breath and began to recite from the bible, âAnd King Solomon said, âBring me a sword. Divide the living child in two. Give half to one and half to the other.â
âExcept I canât split the baby.â The redhead said, her voice low, melancholy.
Stabler grinned, imparting a small modicum of wisdom on his friend, âSolomon didnât have to.â
Casey looked at him puzzled and then it clicked, she grinned. âThanks Elliot, Iâm gonna go get Liv and make sure she hasnât told your wife anything embarrassing about me yet.â She blushed and headed back down the street. Elliot took a sip of water and waved her off and then headed back to the twins.
*****
The redhead stood in front of her dresser, taking her watch off and placing it in her jewelry box, âI donât think I can do this.â She sighed.
Liv could hear the stress in her voice, âWhat do you mean, honey? I thought you and Elliot came up with a plan. He had âsage adviceâ you said, which I gotta say I wouldnât expect someone to say about Elliot as much as I love him.â
Casey gave her a look, âNormally I would agree with you but in this case he was right. However, that also means I essentially have to bully a child on the witness stand. Sure, itâs for the greater good, but hasnât she been through enough? I mean people already think Iâm a bitch, Iâm going to look exceptionally cruel tomorrow.â
âHey,â Liv ran her hands down her girlfriend's arms and took her by the hands. âyouâre doing whatâs best for that little girl. Sheâll understand one day and anyone worth their smarts will see what youâre doing. Youâre going to be brilliant; you always are.â She tugged Casey closer and kissed her, âCome to bed baby, you need to rest.â
The redhead threw on one of Livâs old PD shirts and some sleep shorts. âI hate this,â she mumbled as she turned down her side of the bed. âI feel sick.â She rubbed the moisturizer on the nightstand onto her hands and neck before climbing into bed.
Liv held out her arm for Casey to cuddle up against her, who happily snuggled in, âWhat if I wanted to hold you tonight?â she joked.
âTough, come here.â The brunette kissed her girlfriends head and held her close. She ran her fingertips slowly up and down Caseyâs arm and closed her eyes.
Casey couldnât sleep. She stared at the ceiling fan for hours, her only comfort was the sound of Livâs heartbeat and the rise and fall of her chest as she slept peacefully. She had no idea how she was going to make it through tomorrow. Before she knew it there was daylight peeking through the window.
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Casey looked down at the little girl in the witness box, âPatty do you see the person who took you from the museum?
âYesâ the small child pointed to Michelle, âsheâs over there.â
The ADA turned to the court stenographer, âLet the record show that sheâs indicated defendant Michelle Osborne.â She turned back towards Patty, âSo why did you go with her, Patty?â
âShe said she had to take me to my mommy.â The child fidgeted with her hands.
âWhere did she take you?â The redhead asked flatly trying to keep her tone easy for Patty to understand.
 âTo her house. Mommy wasnât there.â Patty said sadly.
Casey turned back towards Michelle, âDid you ask her where Mommy was?â
âYes Michelle said sheâs my real mommy. My egg mommy.â The little girl was physically upset.
âDid she tell you what that means?â The ADA continued her questioning even though she could feel the knot building in her stomach.
 âShe said I came out of mommyâs tummy but the egg that I came from came from her tummy.â Even though Patty was distraught it was still clear she was extremely intelligent for a six-year-old.
Casey stammered silently for a moment trying to prepare herself for what she needed to do. Her insides were twisted, she wished she had a moment to glance at Liv. She knew if she could just see her, sheâd feel better and know she was doing the right thing. âWhat did you do while at Michelles house, Patty?
Patty shrugged, âWatched TV, played with toys.â
âDo you think Michelle is nice?â The counselor inquired.
Patty shrugged again, âSheâs okay.â
The redhead leaned down to get eye level, âYou know what Michelle said about being your egg mommy is true right?â Casey took a deep breath, âYour Honor?â
Judge Bradley looked at the small child sympathetically, âPlease answer the question, Patty.â
âNo! Itâs not true.â The little girl began to sob.
âYes, it is Patty.â Caseyâs voice had now become stern, confrontational. Come on Novak, donât lose it, DO NOT throw up.
âMichelleâs not my mommy!â Patty sobbed, sweet innocent tears, breaking Caseyâs heart.
 âYou came from her egg, that is true.â The ADA corrected, almost fussing.
Michelle looked towards Sarah Branson, tears welling in her eyes.
âI want to go now.â Patty cried, big tears rolling down her face.
 âNo, you canât until weâre finished!â Casey scolded. She needed this to be over before she tossed her cookies. Sarah Branson began weeping from the gallery.
âI donât want to go with Michelle.â The little girl continued to sob.
Emmet slammed her hand on the defense table. âYour honor sheâs just a little girl!â
âIs this line of questioning really necessary?â Judge Bradley empathized.
âPatty, do you understand?â Casey pushed, she hated herself for this.
Patty was in hysterics at this point, âI donât want to go with Michelle!â
âYou donât have to PattyâNot yet.â The redheadâs volume was elevated, her voice echoing throughout the courtroom.
âI want my mommy and daddy!â Patty shouted.
âNo, you have to stay here!â The ADA remained stern.
Patty turned towards Michelle, âPlease! Donât take me away, please!â
Michelle stood up and shouted, âStop! Just stop it.â
âSit down!â The judge ordered Michelle.
âPatty Iâm sorry,â Michelle wept, struggling to get words out, âI wonât ever bother you again.â
Patty ran to her parents, Casey stayed facing the witness stand breathing a silent sigh of relief that her and Elliotâs plan worked.
Michelle pleaded with the judge, âIll please guilty if thatâs what it takes. Just leave Patty alone.â
Casey closed her eyes, trying not to let the emotion leak out of her face till she got out of the courtroom. As soon as everyone one was adjourned the ADA made a dash for the bathroom. The room was spinning but she tried to splash some water on her face and take some deep breaths. She heard the door creak open, but she couldnât even look up from the sink to see it was Liv. The brunette rushed and grabbed her from the side, she turned into her.
âHey, hey baby I got you. Itâs okay, you did great. Patty gets to go home with her parents. You did it babe. Shhh, shhhâ Liv cooed softly trying to calm Casey down who was actively hyperventilating. âHey Case, Case listen, match my breathing. Deep breaths.â
The redhead did her best to time her breathing to match Oliviaâs until she was calm again. She squeezed herself tight against Liv. âThank you for being here.â
âIâll be here for you whenever you need me.â The detective held Caseyâs head tight against her chest.
âWell then youâll just have to always be here.â The ADA chuckled.
They walked to the squad room, Casey putting her briefcase down and handing a file to Elliot. âMichelle plead out to custodial interference. Her sentence was set aside, and she said she was going to move out of state because it was too hard to be around Patty.â
Elliot gave Casey a half smile and a knowing nod, âShe did the right thing, loving her enough to let her go. I knew youâd figure it out.â
           Casey nudged Elliot.
           Cragen shook his head, âThe damage is already done. That little girl's relationship with her parents will never be the same now that everyone knows the truth.â
           Casey sighed in agreement, âLaw has to catch up with technology. When Pattyâs 18 she has the right to make her own choice on whether or not she wants to contact Michelle, like in an open adoption.â
           Liv came around to meet everyone, âI finished the audit on Dr Nortonâs clinic, turns out Michelle had sixteen embryos, ten of which were implanted in other women.â
           âHow many live births?â Elliot asked quietly.
           âBesides Patty, Michelle has two daughters and a son out there.â
           Casey hung her head, they may have put a band aid over this, but it was far from solved. She stretched her neck to the side, Liv was quiet.
           Casey walked up and leaned against her side, looping her arm through her girlfriends, while the squad knew they still had to be careful about holding hands at the precinct. âHey, what do you say we get a big bottle of wine and go back to my place. Itâs been a day.â
Liv looked up âThat sounds perfect.â
They started for the exit, âI still owe you that massage.â Casey smirked.
âYou can give it to me while your bodyâs wrapped around me in that big bathtub youâre always bragging about.â Liv lightly hip checked her girlfriend.
Cragen looked at Elliot, âDoâŚdo they think we canât hear them?â he raised his brows.
âCaptain, I think,â he paused, âwhen those two look at each other, they forget we exist.â Stabler folded his arms as he and Cragen watched them walk out the door.
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would you be up to write for alex based on your fav songs maybee
Gold Rush â T.S
| SVU & Stories
Sypnosis â The struggle of loving Alexandra Cabot from afar, who everyone wonders what must it be like to love her.
Note â Fluff, Light Angst, Admiring from Afar, Alex being a tease but oblivious, and avoidant Reader.
(Female lawyer centered, pronouns used!)
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Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in
âY/N? Come down here, captainâs requesting your presence for the debriefing.â
âOkay, Iâll be there in 10.â You said, tying your hair up in a ponytail before dropping the call.
You grabbed your briefcase and complied all the documents needed for the case you were working on, organizing them by size.
John usually called you whenever you were needed in the precinct right after your arraignment, but you managed to arrange your time just in case. It took you exactly ten minutes to get there by taxi, thankful for the considerate couple who let you ride before them.
Upon your entrance, you paused mid-step, a frown forming as you spotted Alex seated across from Olivia and Elliot. Your eyes swept the room, taking in the scene. "Who died?"
"Y/N, sit, no one died." Olivia chuckled, gesturing towards the empty chair beside Alex.
You sat beside the blonde and slightly moving the chair at a distance, putting your briefcase beside the chair. You can feel Alexâs gaze on you and you could only clear your throat.
"Atleast not yet." Elliot placed a file on the table and you both leaned forward to read it, although you didnât get much far. You felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest when you saw what it was about, looking at Olivia and all she could do was shrug.
"You want us to work together?" Alex questioned, her tone derisively condescending.
Elliot crossed his arms, "For this case, yes. Weâve got serial killing syndicates across Manhattan to Harlem, and weâve processed none."
"Okay, but why me? Youâve got Casey." You asked before turning to Alex. "Not that I have anything against you, itâs just thatâ"
Oh my god, her blue eyes are so pretty.
Alex pursed her lips as she stared at you, "So you basically hate me? Okay, thatâs alright."
You rolled your eyes, instinctively looking away before she could see your rose tinted cheeks.
"Caseyâs on a well-deserved vacation. She isnât coming back in a week, give the poor woman a break."
The brunette uttered, "Besides, you guys are best suited for this case. Together."
You sigh, fixating on your watch before Elliot touched your shoulder to get your attention. "Y/N, câmon."
"When do we start anyway? So far, your evidence is still circumstantial." Alex asked, crossing her arms.
"Fin and Munch called from Bellevue. Estelle Bauldelaire was overdosed with Hallucinogens. Guess who was indicted for running an underground drug cartel?"
You furrowed your eyebrows, reading the file once again when he added,
"Her con girlfriend."
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I donât like a gold rush, gold rush I donât like anticipating my face in a red flush I donât like how anyone would die to feel your touch
Alex groaned at the columns that was messily distributed on the carpet. Her hands folding the papers, clearly frustrated. "This is sickening."
You sat on the floor with her, leaning back to the edge of the couch before helping her categorize the files.
"Donât be so dramatic, Cabot. We havenât even started yet."
She dragged an exasperated exhale and composing herself together. This wasnât the first time you both worked on a case. The last case youâve worked on together was successful at most, winning effortlessly.
Unfortunately, the only disadvantage was that you have had a something for her in forever.
A feeling in your chest that you couldnât shake off everytime she was ever near you. How your cheeks heated up when she gives you the minimum of attention.
It was ridiculous. The way you couldnât make eye contact when she was talking to you. You honestly felt like a teenager obsessing for sweaty basketball players during Field Day, that was exactly how it was with Alex.
"How can we work on our arguments when we donât even have an indictment yet?" The blonde reasoned as she sipped from her coffee mug.
You played with the brim of the paper, "Well, Estelle is bound to go to trial. All we can do is sit here and wait."
A moment passed and the silence was deafening. You two were skimming throughout the textbooks following the Bauldelaire case, writing on colored sticky notes.
Then, a knock came onto the door, disrupting the adequate peace.
"Lex?" An unfamiliar man seeps in the door. Alex smiled and stood up, walking over to him.
With her hand on the side of the door, they talked together remotely which leaves you with your lonely, forlorn self. You wondered what on earth could be so funny that you heard Alex laugh, the soft sound warming your heart.
Alex welcomed him to her office, introducing him to you. "Y/N, this is Dr. Huang. If you donât mind, heâll stay here for awhile."
The doctor waved his hand to you, offering a warm smile before reaching to shake your hand.
You accepted, shaking your head in response, "No worries, I was about to leave anyway." Your nails dig against your palm, fixated on the documents you reviewed before uncluttering the mess.
Really, when you said we havenât even started? Alex thought and watching you clean after yourself. She didnât want you to go so soon, but assumed it was because of the unfamiliarity.
You wish you hadnât made such a disorganized space. It was awkward to crawl on the floor as the two chat in front of you. You saw how he fixed her hair, tucking it behind her ears, making you want to crawl out of your skin.
Fortunately, you finished putting all the documents and notes inside your briefcase. With a simple glance, you take in Alex once again. Looking at her smile as she talked to the doctor made you wish it was you she was talking to.
Bidding goodbye, you exit the office with a heavy exhale, alongside a heavy heart.
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Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I donât like slow motion, double vision in a rose blush
A few days later, you had finished practicing, done reviewing, and gone to the precinct.
You stopped at a local bistro to order coffee, from a very pleading request by the captain. They forgot to restock their needs, and luckily, you were patient enough to buy some.
You got out of your car, firmly holding the cups as you press the buttons on the elevator.
When you arrived to the floor, you were swarmed by alot of civilians. They kept yelling, being strided away by the detectives.
Because of the cramped area, you were pushed by the people backwards causing you to spill a cup of coffee to a womanâs shirt.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The lady barked, causing you to flinch slightly at the volume of her voice.
"I am so sorry, I didnât mean toâ"
The next thing you know, a hot, searing pain came running down your shirt. You wince in affliction, dropping the rest of the cups on a table before escorting yourself out of the room. You were truly sorry, but you couldnât handle the embarassment of it all.
Thankfully, the bathroom was empty.
You locked the door, taking your blazer off. Luckily, you have always brought an extra shirt in your briefcase.
But your smile quickly falters when you realize you left it in your car.
Closing your eyes, you accepted defeat. You should have been more careful, and if you were, you wouldnât have been drenched in coffee.
A knock came to the door caught your attention. You hands frantically put on your blazer, "Wait a second!" You exclaimed, unable to hook the buttons properly.
"Itâs Alex. You okay in there?"
You slowly opened the door, revealing the concerned woman. You bite your lip in unease and let her inside the comfort room.
"Can you give these to the woman and tell her I feel sorry? It should be enough to dry her shirt."
You handed her a packet of wipes. But instead of accepting it, she took a wipe and rubbed it on your what-was-once pristine shirt.
"You shouldnât feel sorry, Y/L/N. What she said and did was so out of line. It was just an accident."
You slightly panic, feeling her wipe your skin. Out of the awkwardness, you gently take the wipe from her, "Thank you. I really think I should get home, though,"
She gave you this sorry look, taking your hand in hers before opening her mouth to speak. "Iâll tell the others you had an emergency. But why did you buy coffee?"
"Captain called me asking if I had time to stop by. Why?"
"I already bought the squad coffee with Huang. Olivia asked us before we left my office."
Oh.
Youâve been waiting for twenty minutes for their order, swarmed by half the population, and drenched in caffeine. In conlusion, you went through the depths of hell.
You let out a breathy exhale, exhausted and uncomfortable. Your eyes stared to prickle, and you knew you had to leave.
"I have to go."
As you walked out of the bathroom, the feeling of your hands leave hers. Alex called out, "Y/N, waitâ"
Alex followed after you, only to be called out by Dr. Huang. She stops, her eyes drop apologetically and watching you walk away.
She saw your eyes glance back at her, with George beside her. Your tired eyes, closing with the doors of the elevator.
She didnât want you to go.
If only you knew.
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But I donât like a gold rush What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore
The evening passed fairly quickly, a storm brewing in the sky. You had took a long shower, yet the sting left a bruise. You applied ointment on your chest, squirming at the desolation. You were unsure if it was just the sting that hurt you, or the fact that you were jealous.
You had no right to, anyway. Itâs just that you and Alex once picked up coffee for the squad, and hearing her do the same with someone else hurt your feelings. But you werenât special. You were just a colleague.
Her warmth remained like the sun. So tender, yet so far. You could only watch as she shines her light for others, dreaming you were her favorite flower.
When you came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, the doorbell rang.
It was late in the evening, who could be outside your apartment this behind?
You walked down the stairs, the towel secured around your body. You look out the window, and you saw a familiar blonde.
You open the door, close to ajar. "What are you doing here? Itâs raining, Alex." You opened the door, a gesture for her to come in.
She was damp, assuming she ran from her car to your doorstep. You rushed to give her fresh towel, placing it over her shoulders.
"We arenât dating."
"What?"
"We arenât dating."
You narrow your eyes in confusion, "What do you mean, Alex?" You close the door before the rain seeps into your apartment.
"Me and Huang, We arenâtâ"
She was crying.
You stood there, unsure what to do. You have never saw Alex cry, let alone infront of you. You quiver in silence, letting her proceed.
"We arenât dating, okay? So stop running away from me like you hate me!" She blurted, her composed mask slipped away.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "What do you mean I hate you? I donât hate you, Alex!"
Even if I tried to.
She wiped her eyes, breathing uneven, "Then why do you keep avoiding me? Why do you keep bolting away when Iâm trying to be there for you?"
"Itâs because I like you, okay!"
Alex stared at you in shock, her attention was drawn to your nails digging your palm. A habit you did when you were tense. She noticed. She always had.
"I liked you from the moment I met you, and the feeling never went away. I tried to convince myself that I didnât, but I couldnât. How could I possibly do when simply seeing you makes my heart beat out of my chest? Itâsâ," You breathe, your heartbeat quickened as she looked at you.
"Itâs ridiculous, and I avoid you because of it. I know you donât feel the same way, Alex. But I told you because I donât hate you. I really donâtâ"
Alex cut you off with a soft kiss and Oh, Her lips are so soft- She brought her hand to cup your cheek as your hands went up over her neck.
You traced her jawline with your thumb as you kissed while her other hand was at your waist delicately digging your fingers into your towel, holding your body close.
You pulled away, breathing heavily.
She stared at you, her hands remained on your waist. In her eyes, with ever so adoration, looked into yours.
"How do you know I donât feel the same way? Are you psychic? Because I do, from the moment I met you."
Quoting your words, you were lost for any. You expected her to let you go, but her arms stayed where as they were.
"I wonât let you run away again, ever." Her head found its way to the crook of your neck, feeling her inhale your scent.
"But what about Dr. Huang? Doesn't he like you?" You softly said. Remaining still as you savor the moment between you and the blonde, she pressed a kiss to your shoulder blades.
"God, I forgot your gaydar was so bad."
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Mock Trial - Professor AU
Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak
Chapter 7 - Masterlist
Word Count: 4.5k
Summary: Casey asks for Alex's help, they make the most of the situation.
A/N: First of all, I'm sorry (Not) for the feelings I am about to hurt. I know ya'll are thinking this is it, it's finally happening. But there's so much more in store - please, I'm begging- bear with me. ALSO Thank you SO MUCH to my lovely partner, @novelsandlove, for helping me write the cross-examination. I didn't realize I would have to become a fucking law student to write fanfiction but here we are.
Alexâs flight home brought great relief for her. The daydreams on her flight were filled with her friends, Toby, and, of course, Casey. The clock had run out for her patience and she was beginning to mill over how she was going to confess to Casey. Before getting on her flight, she messaged George and Liv, asking to meet with them so that they could advise her further. During the flight, she took her legal pad and made notes of possible ways to talk to Casey about her feelings and possible opportunities to do so.Â
One of the first opportunities she considered was when Casey picked her up at the airport. Though, she decided against it when the time came. Casey looked stunning, waiting patiently at baggage claim for Alex. It was one of her more casual outfits, jeans and a sweater as it was cooling down at the beginning of November. Their drive was comfortable and fast, Casey driving in consideration of Alexâs jet lag. Casey gave Alex the opportunity to discuss the conversation with her father, how her cousin was doing, and how annoying the rest of her family had been. In between, Casey told her about how her students were fairing and how her classes were doing as she prepares for finals which are quickly approaching.Â
The next opportunity was going to be when they arrived back at Alexâs apartment. The outlook was bright as their conversation never ceased even when Casey helped Alex unpack her things and get settled back in. At one point, they stood in the kitchen together where Casey made Alex stand still so that she could detail everything she had bought in terms of food. Casey, fully aware that Alex does not have time, energy, or skill to consistently cook for herself, made a point to buy or make things that Alex could manage. With all of the time theyâve spent together over the last year or so, Casey was able to recall many foods or meals that Alex enjoyed. She prepared and froze a few casseroles, desserts, soups, and a few miscellaneous other things, and made sure to leave Alex a stack of notecards with instructions for them. Casey also made a point to buy âsafe foods,â as she and Alex called them, that Alex could eat on bad or busy days. Frozen chicken tenders, Alexâs favorite mac n cheese brand, an assortment of nuts, protein bars, granola, cereal, and so on.Â
As Casey detailed these plans sheâd made, Alex couldnât keep her eyes off of her. Her mind watched for every moment in which she could reach out and grab her hips, pulling her in for a kiss, which she hoped would be reciprocated. When Casey finally finished her lecture, she approached Alex with a smile, apologizing for spending so much. Alex, of course, deflected her apology and expressed sincere thanks, pulling her into a hug. While in their embrace, Casey happened to glance at her watch, and gasped. She exclaimed that she had a study group with Charlie that she was going to be late for, and rushed out of the apartment. Alex held no hard feelings about the sudden departure, but she realized she would have to actually plan the right moment rather than waiting for it.Â
The days in November ticked away, and Alex still felt hesitant about each plan that she had made. They went back to their normal routine, distancing themselves as Casey had believed they should in her blissful ignorance of Alexâs intentions. Even if she had been made aware, itâs likely they would not have seen each other much more anyway, as the stress of the semester was beginning to increase. Their office meetings were now times where Casey would recline on Alexâs couch and read or review cases for her own classes while Alex worked, occasionally staring at her crush. Their texting became sporadic too, as Casey now attended many study groups or different meetings for the associations she was a part of to wrap up the semester. Of course the circumstances cause them both to feel twinges of sadness every now and then, but it allowed for Alex to plan a potentially perfect time to express her affections.Â
The staff and faculty plan a small holiday party for the fellows at the end of the semester. Alex normally is heavily involved in the planning, but because of her family emergency, she was unable to participate as much. Instead, she offered to provide whatever supplies the committee requested. Since her responsibility lowered, Alex was now capable of distancing herself from responsibility at the party, allowing her to potentially spend more time with Casey. She inquired from Liz about details she would need, of course: date, time, location, foods, alcohol, et cetera. This year, the party is going to be held on the day of the last final, with winter break starting promptly afterwards.Â
With that information, Alex made it up in her mind that she was going to ask Casey if she could drive her to the party, offering to be her designated driver. Ideally, Casey will accept and Alex will pick her up. They would have a good experience at the party and Alex would take her home, hopefully not too intoxicated, and tell her then. Her mind spun with excitement at the thought, dreaming up all of the ways that Casey might respond. With high hopes, she geared up for positive responses only. Whenever she engaged with Casey before that point, her demeanor was elated.Â
The Friday before finals week, also before the holiday party, Casey spent most of her day in the library. Feeling as though her eyes were about to bleed and fall out of her skull, Casey closed her textbooks and picked up her phone. Her phone has been silenced for days now, dead week taking over every bit of energy she had left.Â
Casey: Are you in your office? I have a question for you.
Sending the message, she hesitates, something else on the tips of her fingers. Even though they havenât seen each other as much, Casey feels like their chemistry has exploded.Â
Casey: Also, I miss you
Turning her phone off, she takes a deep breath as she packs up her belongings. Yet again, Alexâs words from more than a month ago ring clear in her mind. Donât let the good ones go. She tried over and over to decipher what Alex was experiencing and what she couldâve meant. Her heart naturally assumed that her cousin had encouraged her to pursue their relationship. Though, her brain, still in disbelief that Alex ever liked her in the first place, pushes that assumption back and exchanges it for a more reasonable one. Perhaps, Alex was merely advocating for the position her father told her about.Â
That one left Casey feeling conflicted. She had just started her application for a position as a junior assistant district attorney in New York City. The application is long and thorough and very selective. She knows that any offer she receives, if she gets one at all, will depend on whether or not she passes the bar this coming summer. On the optimistic end of the spectrum, Casey gets the job of her dreams and passes the bar exam. The only thing that taints that dream in obscurity: Alexandra Cabot becoming her boss.Â
Starting to feel queasy at the thought, Caseyâs phone dings to distract her.Â
Alex <3: I miss you too, Case. Iâm in my office, have been all day. :)Â
Casey smiles, her adoration (or dare she say love) for Alex suppressing any anxiety she has about the future. With her things gathered, she begins her trek up to Alexâs office. She steps into the door frame, knocking lightly against it before coming in and closing the door behind her, as is routine for them by now.Â
âHi,â Alex greets her happily as she closes a few tabs on her computer and turns to watch her favorite visitor.Â
âHey,â Casey sets her things down on the couch and goes to Alexâs desk. She rounds the edge, coming onto Alexâs side and pushing herself onto the desktop, her hands bracing against the wood behind her.Â
Alex, feeling breathless already, looks Casey from bottom to top, eyes lingering at her knees and throat. âYou have a question?âÂ
Casey grins and nods, avoiding Alexâs eyes. âYes, I do.âÂ
Alex leans back in her chair, trying not to stare at the younger woman before her. âWhat is it?â
Casey licks her bottom lip, taking it between her teeth and releasing it in distress as she answers. âCould I come over and could you help me with my oral arguments for Trial Practice?âÂ
Alex grins and screws her eyes shut for a moment, nodding. âYes, of course, Casey.âÂ
Casey sighs in relief, âthank you. Professor Taft has been an asshole and I feel like I havenât learned anything from him.â She turns to Alex, inspecting her demeanor as she notes.Â
Alex fights a grimace, âThatâs what Iâve heard. I try to avoid him,â she states. âHeâs tenured.âÂ
Casey rolls her eyes, âI know. I canât believe they let him get tenured.â She shakes her head in defeat and turns back to Alex. They hold each otherâs gaze for a moment, something theyâve been doing more of lately. Neither of them know that they both think about the otherâs lips.Â
âAlso,â Casey starts, breaking their tension, âI will make dinner for us when I come over.â Â
Alex starts to shake her head, leaning forward and putting a reassuring hand on Casey's knee. âYou donât have to do that, itâs okay. I think I still have frozen dinners from when you watched Toby. You need to save your energy for exams,â her eyes traveling up Caseyâs figure. Casey hesitates for a moment, the vision before her sending shivers up her spine. Alex reminds her of a devoted apostle looking up at her deity.Â
She smiles, placing a hand on Alexâs cheek and stroking it softly with her thumb. âI want to make you dinner, Alex. Itâs payment for helping me, okay?âÂ
Recognizing the power she has over Alex, she streaks her thumb across her lips before withdrawing her hand and getting off of the desk. She grabs her things, her chest heavy with arousal, and starts to leave. âTonight, at seven?âÂ
Alex looks up, the air only just starting to return to her lungs. She nods, âthat works.â
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That night, a little after seven, Casey arrives at Alexâs with a quiet knock. Alex pops up from her couch, trying to convince herself she wasnât twiddling her thumbs while impatiently waiting for the redhead. Opening the door, she finds Casey with her arms full of books and groceries.Â
âOh my God, are you moving in?â She quips, trying to take things from Caseyâs arms.Â
âNot unless you ask me to,â Casey responds without thinking. Her face turns a light scarlet as soon as she hears her words. She avoids Alexâs eyes and makes her way into the apartment.Â
Alex, recognizing Caseyâs desire to avoid her own statement, ignores it. âWhy did you bring so much stuff?â She laughs, setting the books on the dining room table.Â
âWell, I couldnât remember what you had here. So, to be safe, I brought some of my own things to cook with and I bought some ingredients too.âÂ
Alex stares at all of the things spread out on the table now: Textbooks, Caseyâs laptop, legal pads with notes scribbled all over, sticky notes, colored tabs, pens and highlighters, noodles, chicken broth, seasonings, and so much more. Her eyes scan the table, watching as Casey organizes everything into piles. She decides to start their conversation by straying from the topic of cooking, trying to get a sense for how to help Casey. âTrial Practice, is it for criminal or civil?âÂ
Casey continues rearranging without looking up, âcriminal.â She gathers the groceries sheâd displayed on the table and makes her way into the kitchen. âHungry yet?â She asks Alex with a grin, her dimples clear in her cheeks.Â
Alex grins and goes to sit at the bar to keep Casey company. âStarving,â Alex tells her, eyes twinkling as she watches Casey search for utensils. Caseyâs cheeks burn a faint rosy shade, imagining in her mind that sheâs cooking for her girlfriend. Ever since she spent the week in Alexâs apartment, she began to come to terms with just how much she liked Alex. At first, she believed her feelings to be pure infatuation due to her physical attractiveness and their power dynamic. But, since spending more time together this fall, she finds that there are many attributes about Alex that she adores. Alexâs intelligence, kindness, considerate-nature, her conversation, and their natural connection have all led to her developing legitimate feelings for her professor.Â
While Casey cooks, Alex starts to wonder if her moment is quickly approaching. Casey seems to be laughing more and even flirting. Nearing the end of her cooking, Casey allows a few things to simmer. And as she does, she sets her elbows on the countertop across from Alex, resting her chin on her hands so that they are at eye level, their lips just mere inches apart. Their conversation is quiet and sweet, discussing anything that comes to mind and giggling whenever jokes arise. While they speak, Alexâs eyes consistently drift down to Caseyâs lips. Each time, she imagines herself whispering to Casey that she loves her and kissing her softly. When she imagines this interaction, her lips tingle and blood rushes to them. Eventually, the timer sounds and Casey is done cooking, abandoning Alex at the bar to plate their food.Â
While they eat at the dining table Alex never uses, Alex questions her about her Trial Practice final. Casey explains that itâs taking the form of a mock trial, as it normally does, in which four professors will act as witnesses for the students to question. She explains that she was chosen to argue the prosecutorâs side. With that came a contest between her peers to see who would deliver the opening argument for extra credit. She won the contest, which initially excited her, but Taftâs behavior as of late made her nervous. Alex then questioned her on the evidence they were utilizing in the mock trial, aiming to be sure Casey knew each item in as much detail as possible.Â
When they finished eating and Alex was content with how well Casey knew her evidence, she offered to clean up for them. Casey declines and Alex insists, reasoning that it would be a perfect opportunity for Casey to rehearse her opening argument and focus on her tonal delivery. Alex recalls her time as a prosecutor, wishing someone had guided her more in law school about the importance of tone. Word choice and body language do wonders to compensate for tone, but it does not resolve all issues. While Alex washes the dishes for Casey, she instructs her to start her opening argument. Casey does as sheâs told, pacing behind Alex rather than sitting.Â
Occasionally, Alex will interrupt and ask if Casey is insinuating some emotion with the tone she slipped into. Casey will, of course, object and correct herself. After a couple of run throughs, Alex finishes the dishes. She turns around, leaning against the counter and drying her hands on a towel. She smiles, her eyes twinkling, as Casey finishes the end of her opening statement.Â
âThat was perfect, Casey. Youâre a natural,â Alex compliments.Â
Casey diverts her gaze to the ground, smiling softly, âThank you.â She takes a shaky breath, her throat sore from speaking clearly and for so long. âNow, on to questioning?â She asks wearily.Â
Alex folds the towel and sets it on the counter. She smiles sympathetically at Casey, remembering how dry her throat felt when she did her first mock trial. âYes, do you want more water first?âÂ
Casey nods, feeling pathetic, but thankful she didnât have to ask. Alex turns and grabs a glass from the cabinet then fills it with ice and water from the refrigerator, handing it to Casey. Their fingertips brush against each other and Casey thanks her with a nervous grin. She exits the kitchen, Alex close behind, and sets the glass on the dining room table. For a second, Alex feels the impulse to walk up behind Casey and wrap her arms around her waist, kissing her neck and praising her, encouraging her work. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she diverts her impulses to the couch. She takes a seat cross-legged and waits patiently for Casey to organize her evidence the way she wants it.Â
Casey sighs, and walks over, handing Alex a sheet of responses. Over dinner, Alex agreed to play the witness so that Casey can practice cross-examination. Alex reads over the facts while Casey paces the floor in front of the coffee table, thinking and murmuring questions to herself. Alex nods along as she reads and then sets the paper in her lap.Â
âYou can start whenever youâre ready, Case,â she directs her, watching as her hands start to tremble.Â
Casey takes a deep breath and turns to Alex in a panic, âwhat do I do with my hands?âÂ
Alex laughs, âI used to put mine behind my back unless I was making an expressive gesture.â Casey nods and continues pacing, putting her hands behind her back. âCaseyâŚâ Alex asks, hoping to get her attention. She does not turn her head and instead murmurs an unintelligible response. Alex tilts her head, watching Casey with concern, âYouâre going to do fine. But weâll never know for sure if you donât start.âÂ
Casey halts in her spot and turns on her heel, making eye contact with Alex. âYouâre rightâŚâÂ
Alex never thought sheâd hear those words. Casey tends to err on the side of defensiveness, rarely conceding to fault. âJust breatheâŚYou know what questions youâre asking and you know what answers you need. You are in control. Okay?â Alex offers from her seat, trying to give Casey a reassuring smile. Itâs been so long since sheâs seen Casey this nervous. As of late, Casey has radiated confidence, especially when it came to her academics. Maybe tonight was not going to be her moment, Casey may need more reassurance than other emotions.Â
âOkay,â Casey takes a deep breath through her mouth and exhales it with pursed lips. âYouâre ready?â Alex nods, smiling softly and sitting up straight, watching Casey closely. âMiss Cabot, is it true that you were shopping at the seventeenth street convenience store on the night of the incident?âÂ
âYes,â Alex answers cooly.Â
Casey nods and begins to pace, hands behind her back. âIs it true that in your statement to the police, you stated that you were not aware that the defendant was in the store?â
âYes,â she responds, her eyes tracking Casey.Â
âHow often do you visit the seventeenth street convenience store?âÂ
âI couldnât say an exact number,â Alex excuses.Â
âUse your best judgment on an estimate.âÂ
âThree to four times a week,â Alex states, scanning Casey up and down.Â
âSo would you say that youâre familiar with the layout of the convenience store?âÂ
The questioning went on for some time, Alexâs pride growing with each step. Here and there, she would interrupt to adjust Caseyâs body language or her choice of words with a question. But the further Casey went, the better she sounded. Alex wasnât sure whether it was the right time to admit it, but sheâs actually quite impressed with Caseyâs skills. Her intuition with the witnessâs responses and her knowledge of the evidence make it easy for her to improvise if an unexpected response comes along. When she does improvise, she does so eloquently, as though she had actually planned the question in advance. By the end, Casey manages to flip the defense witness in her favor, leaving them both breathless.Â
Content with her work, Casey walks over to the couch and collapses beside Alex, slinking onto the pillows. âJesus Christ,â she exhales with a laugh, resting her forearms on top of her eyes and focusing on her breathing.Â
âHow do you feel?â Alex asks, beaming, trying not to distract Casey from her own feelings.Â
She removes her arms and sits up, draping her legs over the edge of the couch and looking over at Alex, still sitting cross-legged. âLike I just spoke for two hours straight.âÂ
Alex giggles, âit wasnât that long, I promise.â She looks down at her watch, noticing Caseyâs thigh flesh against her own. âOnly thirty minutes, thatâs pretty average. Maybe better for your first final.âÂ
Casey looks down, setting her elbow on her knee and resting her head on her hand. âWell, thatâs a relief,â she mumbles.Â
They share a moment of silence and Alex uncrosses her legs, dangling them over the edge of the couch as Casey has done. Their thighs are practically sandwiched next to each other, arms having nowhere to go but next to each other. Caseyâs cologne, a light scent of amber and vanilla, makes its way into Alexâs nose. She examines Caseyâs features longingly and her body takes control from there.
She raises her hand to Caseyâs face, pushing strands of her hair behind her ear. âCaseyâŚâ Alex begins. Casey turns to look at Alex, her cheek burning where Alexâs fingertips brushed across. Her eyes promptly go to Alexâs lip and she bites her own before her eyes travel upward, meeting Alexâs sapphire.Â
âHmm?â Casey says, her eyes captured in Alexâs grasp.Â
âYou did so well,â she praises, her eyes flicking between Caseyâs eyes and lips. âIâm really proud of you.â She subtly nods her head, her eyes returning to Caseyâs and holding her gaze for a moment longer than they have lately. Her lips begin to burn. Palpitations pick up in Caseyâs chest, blood rushing to her throat and lips as she loses time in Alexâs eyes.Â
âI love you,â Alex whispers, unable to control the words as they tumble out of her mouth and into Caseyâs lap.Â
Caseyâs eyes begin to stir, pupils widening and her gaze narrowing. It startles Alex from her dreamy state.Â
Alex closes her eyes and shakes her head, blood rushing to her cheeks and ears. âOh, CaseyâŚâ a regretful smile plagues her face, baring her teeth, âIâm sorry. That wasâŚâ she takes a deep breath and sighs, âout of line.â Her eyes open to find the green ones across from her. She peers into the aventurine before her, searching for reassurance and sympathy.Â
A charming smile tugs at Caseyâs cheeks and her hand reaches up to Alexâs cheek. She shakes her head softly. âDonât be,â she whispers, her eyes landing on Alexâs red lips. Her hand cups Alexâs cheek for a moment, then slides back into her hair, gripping lightly. âI love you, Alex.â Her whispered confession echoes in Alexâs ears, scorching them. Casey pulls her in, their lips brushing against each other as waves and sand. Casey takes Alexâs bottom lip between her own, sucking lightly, running her tongue over the warm flesh. She takes Alexâs cheek in her other palm, pulling her closer. Alexâs leg moves on top of Caseyâs. One hand goes to her hip, the other braces itself on the couch, steadying them. Their breaths pick up pace, sharing inhales and exhales as their lips pulse and release.Â
For a few seconds, their minds are silent, focused only on the sensations on their skin. Alexâs face burns beneath Caseyâs palms, Caseyâs hips spasm beneath Alexâs fingertips. Casey swirls her tongue over Alexâs lip, unable to get enough of the faint taste of sugar. Alex glides her hand further into the curve of Caseyâs hip, hooking her thumb against her pelvis and gripping, pulling her closer. Casey allows a hand to abandon Alexâs cheek, pausing at her neck and stroking, then proceeding down her ribcage, hips, thigh, and finally hooking at her knee. With her fingers hooked under her knee, she pulls her further into her lap, deepening their kiss. Alex takes this as an opportunity to mingle their tongues, sucking Caseyâs and nipping at her lip.Â
A moan leaks from Caseyâs mouth and her mind wakes. Anxiety begins seeping its way into her veins, her heart racing and stomach flipping, not in the way sheâd hoped. For the first time, her mind flashes vivid scenes of being expelled, of Alex getting fired, of never completing law school, and never becoming a prosecutor. Her heart aches as the visions play, but her mind is already gaining back control. She retracts her tongue, and begins to break the kiss as the remaining hand on Alexâs cheek slides down to her shoulder, pushing her gently.Â
âIâm sorry,â she whimpers, her eyes pleading as they catch Alexâs.Â
Breathless, Alex furrows her brow, âwhatâs wrong?âÂ
Casey feels a lump form in her throat, examining Alexâs face longingly. She runs her tongue over her lip, parting them as she prepares to speak. âI canât do this right now,â she whispers.Â
Alex takes her leg off of Caseyâs and slowly removes her hands, âDid I do something wrong?âÂ
Alex fights back tears and Casey closes her eyes, pushing air through her nose, âNo,â she starts to say baby but refrains, âNo, Alex. You havenât done anything wrong.â Caseyâs hands search for Alexâs, taking them and intertwining their digits. âI justâŚâ she hesitates, her own tears making an appearance, pushing past her eyelids. âI canât right now. Iâm really sorry, Alex.âÂ
Disbelief overruns Alexâs mind, leaving her paralyzed, eyes unable to look up at Casey. Panic sets in and Casey untangles herself, getting up and hastily gathering her things. She sniffles a couple of times, keeping her eyes down as she moves about the apartment. From afar, Toby sits atop the counter in a regal position, observing them, his tail swiping in agitation. Alex runs her hands over her face and stands, trying to approach Casey. She keeps her arms to herself, crossed against her chest as she tries to stand within Caseyâs line of sight.Â
âCasey,â she attempts to get her attention, âcan we talk about this?âÂ
Casey shakes her head, offering no further response.Â
âCase,â Alex pleads. Casey begins to gather her belongings in her arm, having far less than she arrived with. âCasey, please,â Alexâs voice becomes strained, âIâm sorry. I just thought-âÂ
âThought what, Alex?â She whips around just as her hand grips the doorknob.Â
âI-I thought you felt the same,â Alex stammers out, stepping closer and extending her hand to caress Caseyâs elbow.Â
Casey closes her eyes again, the lump in her throat growing. A tear streaks down her cheek. âI do, AlexâŚâÂ
Alex tries fervently to meet her gaze as she tries to avoid it. Alex takes a deep, defeated breath, her stomach aching as her eyes soften. âThen, whatâs wrong?âÂ
Casey scoffs, a dejected look smeared across her face. She tries to swallow, the sensation painful, practically choking. âJust not nowâŚâ her voice is strangled, each word pointed as she utters them. She turns away from Alex, opening the door and disappearing down the hallway.Â
The door falls shut behind her and Alexâs face slips, eyes empty and sunken. The remaining air in her lungs sinks like a weighted balloon. In all of her concern about her own timeline and feelings, she hadnât considered how close their clock was on its last second.Â
#casey novak#alex cabot#alexandra cabot#calex#casey novak x alex cabot#alex cabot x casey novak#law and order svu#svu#svu fanfiction#law and order svu fanfiction#professor au#Mock Trial#angst
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MASTERLIST !!
to be updated
⥠- fluff
⤠- smut
â - angst
SVU
olivia benson
- 2am call ââĄ
- growing up âĄ
- enter the night âĄâ
- battered and bruised (wip) âĄâ
casey novak
- goodbye earl (wip) âĄâ
alex cabot
- clean (wip) âĄ
rafael barba
- a night with barba
Hunger Games
johanna mason
- enchanted âĄ
- two broken halves âĄâ
- hey, brother ââĄ
- you are my sunshine âĄ
- please don't take my sunshine away (wip) ââĄ
- domestic bliss âĄ
- dress â¤
- would've, could've, should've ââĄ
- this love ââĄ
- so it goes â¤âĄ
- too well âĄâ
- like blood âĄâ
- stupid with love (wip) âĄ
- somethin' bad (wip) âĄ
- better than revenge (wip) ââĄ
#masterlist#olivia benson#rafael barba#johanna mason#olivia benson x reader#rafael barba x reader#johanna mason x reader
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THINGS YOU CAN REQUEST
Headcannons
Child reader
Teen reader
Son/Daughter reader
Fluff
Angst
Gender neutral reader
Autistic reader
ADHD reader
Blind/ dear reader
Platonic
Lgbtq
Trans teen
Abuse
Blood and gore
THINGS YOU CANT REQUEST
No character x reader
No Romantic oneshots
Age regression (im not comfortable writing this)
I don't write rape (mentions of it yes but nothing to graphic)
Sa (not in detail)
DID / BPD or any other mental illness because I don't want to get anything wrong and write the wrong thing
Sexual abuse
Might add more if I can think of any.
CHARACTERS YOU CAN REQUEST!
These are the only characters I know so far(started in season 6 because there are the only seasons currently on netflix)
Elliot Stabler
Olivia Benson
John Munch
Casey Novak
Odafin Tutuola
Donald Cragten
George Huang
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You write such beautiful calex stories and I love when they have a happy endings...
Why do you make me suffer with sad calex fics?đđ
Because sometimes we need some angst, beautiful anon𫢠but I promise Iâll bring more Calex fluff, you just wait for itđâ¨
#I donât really know why I love writing angst but hate reading it#casey novak#alex cabot#casey novak x alex cabot#svu fic#calex
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