Morning
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.
She could feel the earth move under her feet with every step she took. It was like walking on sponges except when she looked down she seemed to be walking on the sidewalk. She could see Olivia standing at the intersection and she waved. Casey quickened her steps but the ground kept getting soft, softer and softer until the cement was up to her knees. Olivia waved again and rode away on two-seater bicycle with Elliot ringing the bell.
Arthur was standing beside her then, wearing a cowboy hat and swinging a lasso. He flung it around her and pulled her out of the sidewalk saying "little lady, ain't no way you belonged in white collar." She could still hear the bell on the bicycle ringing. Elliot and Olivia cycled past as she tried to untangle herself from the lasso. Olivia
shouted "you're going to have to do better than that to keep up" and Elliot was still ringing the bell. She hated the sound of that bell. It sounded like an alarm clock and it just kept getting louder. She rolled over and her head collided with an arm.
"Ow. Shit. Casey, move so I can shut off the alarm." It was Olivia's voice. "Casey, you have to move." She rolled in the other direction and opened her eyes to find herself underneath Olivia as she stretched to turn off the alarm clock.
"What are you doing?"
"Shutting off the alarm."
"What are you doing here?"
"I live here. You're at my place."
"Oh," she said, closing her eyes and rolling over. She heard Olivia moving about the room and wondered what she was doing. She also wondered why she was in Olivia's bed and why her mouth tasted like feet. Something happened last night; she just wasn't sure what had happened or why she felt so awful. Then images started to build in slowly and out of sequence: drinking in her living room, the cab ride, Olivia's face at the restaurant, being sick, Olivia's face as she opened her door, crashing on her bed, apologizing over and over. She wanted to keep her eyes closed and then maybe what she was remembering wouldn't be true.
When she opened her eyes she Olivia sitting on the end of the bed tying up her trainers. She was already dressed. Casey drew herself up on one elbow and watched as she finished tying her shoes, trying to find something to say.
"Olivia, I'm-"
"I know Casey you're sorry. You said that last night."
"I shouldn't have-"
"Come here, no, not in the shape you were in but you did."
"I meant, at the restaurant-"
"I know you did. So it doesn't matter."
"Will you stop finishing my sentences for me?" she said, and regretted raising her voice. It just made her head hurt. "What I want to say is that I didn't mean what I said at the restaurant. At least not how it came out. I meant what I said after I came here."
"I'm surprised you remember Casey," Olivia said as she stood. "There's Tylenol in the bathroom. I'm going for a run. You should go home."
She left the room and Casey heard the front door open then close again. She threw herself back down on the bed and regretted it instantly as it made the pounding in her head deepen. She looked at one of the night table and say the bottle of water and drained it in one go. Casey knew how bad things were if Olivia was ready to go running at six thirty on a Saturday morning just to get away from her. And all because her first instinct had told her to cut and run, the same instinct that told her to leave special victims after her first case. But she came to realise that there were things to be gained from staying. She hoped it would prove true again.
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