Gin
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
Disclaimers: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit and it's characters belong to Dick Wolf et al. No infringement on any copyright is intended and no profit is being made. All other rights reserved.
Casey opened the door to her apartment and turned on the overhead light in the hall. She took off her coat, threw it on the handlebars of her bike and headed immediately for the bedroom. She changed out of her work clothes and into jeans and shirt. It was only quarter after eight, it was too early for pyjamas and she had files to read.
She tramped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen and poured herself a large gin and tonic, added a lemon wedge and tried top push all thoughts of the last several hours out of her mind. She fought especially hard to wipe the look on Olivia's face from her head. She was shocked. She had to have been, the look of wide-eyed confusion on her face could mean nothing else. She took a long drink of her gin, draining half the glass. She knew though that Olivia wasn't the only one confused. She refilled the glass, this time leaving out the tonic.
Three hours later, the bottle of gin was empty and she was on the street outside Olivia's apartment building, almost standing up. She was leaning heavily on the railing on the front stoop. Tracking down her address had been the easy part. A simple call to the precinct, mumbles of urgent news about a case and going over a file had gotten the information from Munch even if she did have to struggle not to slur her speech. Luckily, he asked no questions. As she had done it, she knew it was part of the problem. They had been dating for weeks and she still hadn't even been to Olivia's apartment. But she started to wonder if that was reason enough to end something that was otherwise pretty good. Or that could be. It's not as if she even gave Olivia a chance. She made a summary judgement.
She very carefully walked up the steps and opened the door to the building. She looked at the list, struggled to find the name Benson, and rested her head against the wall as she tried to read the names for a second time and managed to find a sign that said intercom out of order. She found the name and leaned on the buzzer. No reply came. She started to hit it in rapid sequence, tapped out a rhythm close to an SOS and after several minutes the door finally buzzed open. She managed to grab it before it locked again. She made her way to Olivia's apartment and knocked on the door. When it opened she was greeted with Olivia with red rimmed eyes and tousled hair. She leaned against the doorframe as she cleared her throat, trying to find something to say.
"Hi."
"What do you want Casey?"
Casey pushed past Olivia and into the apartment. She looked around at the surroundings, the pictures on the walls, the books on the shelves, tried not to have the room spin, and reached out to the wall to keep herself upright before flopping onto the couch. Olivia followed her and stood in front of her with arms folded.
"Nice place."
"Thanks. Why are you here? You were pretty certain at the restaurant that you couldn't do this anymore."
"I was wrong. I think. Or maybe not. Why have I never been here before?"
"What?"
"You never let me in Olivia, so I got scared and ran away and you let me. You shouldn't have let me."
Olivia sat beside her on the couch and pushed a weary hand through her hair. "I couldn't stop you, you were moving so fast."
"That's true," Casey said, the hiccoughed loudly, rested her head against the back of the couch, and fought to keep her eyes open. She turned her head and looked directly at Olivia. "But I wanted you to."
"You're drunk Casey."
"I know that."
"So you have to drink to talk to me?"
"Either that or take you to court."
Olivia tried not to laugh in spite of the situation. "You threw me tonight."
"I know, but there's something more important I have to tell you."
"What?"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
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