Dinner
Fandom: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Category: Slash
Archive: Sure, but ask first.
Feedback: Yes, thanks
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 5 "Loss" et al. If you don't know who Casey Novak is there's not much in it for you
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Clearly something was wrong but she wasn't sure what. Dinner had passed in near silence, the whole evening had passed in near silence, ever since she had said she wanted to talk and then said nothing. Almost nothing. When she asked, all Olivia got were hums and ums and we'll talk about it laters. Later had come and gone and Casey still hadn't said what it was she wanted to talk about.
The silence reminded Olivia of their first evening together, and the long ride to Casey's apartment with both of them wanting to explain themselves to the other but unable to find the words. Now Casey seemed to be in the same place again and Olivia was waiting for some sort of signal as to how they could move beyond the impasse.
She tried simple squad gossip at first, Munch�s latest conspiracy theory, Elliot�s wife and kids and got only brief flashes of a smile that faded almost immediately back into a non-expression. She had seen that type of face before, but only when Casey was hard pressed in the courtroom. Then she tried running her foot over the inside of her calf; Casey moved her leg away immediately. She resorted to asking about the food and got a nod in reply.
She was frustrated. This was not part of the pattern, not how things were supposed to work. Light banter, covert foreplay and then back to Casey's to finish off the evening. It was predictable, perhaps, but sustaining. Then a thought occurred to her. Maybe Casey was bored. Or unhappy with her in some way. She wondered shat she could have done. She had been available, attentive, passionate in the bedroom, everything that past lovers had thrown at her in the midst of break up that she wasn�t. She convinced herself quickly that she had done something, something awful, and lapsed into silence herself. It was easier not to speak then to ask how she had failed so quickly.
The check came. Casey grabbed it quickly and slipped her credit card into the folder and handed it back to the waiter. He left with a polite nod and Casey stood and put on her coat.
"Casey, are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"Olivia-" She sat back down and rested her hands on the table. Olivia reached a hand across the table and tried to take one of hers but Casey drew hers back.
�Tell me what you�re thinking, Casey.�
"I can't do this. I can't do dinner and sex and that's it."
�What do you mean?�
�Just what I said. I�m sorry.�
The waiter returned with her card. She shoved it into her coat pocket and left the restaurant.
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