"Are you kidding me?" Olivia Benson asked as Elliot set down the radio.
"Well we're in the area so we might as well." Elliot pulled the car to the side of the road and turned off the ignition.
"Since when was it our job to report to noise complaints?" Olivia asked as she hopped out of the car and headed into the building.
"Who knows, it might be a domestic abuse case that would cross our path come morning," Elliot offered up as they took the stairs to the fourth floor. "402," Elliot mumbled as he peered around the hallway and found the room. They both stood outside momentarily and listened for a few seconds. Elliot's eyebrows furrowed as he heard a woman's voice screaming something indistinct then they heard repeated banging which sounded like something hitting a wall.
"NYPD, open up," Olivia called as she rapped on the door a couple of times.
They heard a quiet "fuck" followed by "coming." The door lock clicked and the door flung open and both detectives stared at the woman in shock. Olivia couldn't help but trail her eyes over ADA Casey Novak's body. She was currently wrapped in what appeared to be a bed sheet.
"Do you need a warrant or something?" Casey asked, breaking the silence as she awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other, clinging tightly to the bed sheet. She could feel the heat rising from her face as she blushed profusely.
"Noise complaint," Elliot managed to sputter out before turning around. "I'm going to go…Liv, follow protocol please. I'm not entering that apartment."
Olivia turned to Elliot and glared at him. "Asshole," she muttered as she turned back to Casey.
"Protocol?" Casey asked curiously.
"Well protocol on noise complaints is to check the building to make sure nothing illegal is going on and well," Olivia paused, trying to think of the proper way to phrase this.
"You need to talk to anyone else in the apartment," Casey finished for her as she rolled her eyes and opened up the door. "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I was alone?" She laughed slightly as Olivia blushed even more. "Down the hall to the left."
Olivia awkwardly wandered into her apartment and knocked on the door hesitantly. "NYPD, can I come in?"
The door opened for her and a man in nothing but boxers stared back at her. "What can I do for the NYPD?" He asked casually.
Olivia eyed him up for a second. She could've sworn that Casey was a lesbian since she played softball and preferred pants over skirts but she pushed that to the back of her mind. Casey certainly was doing well for herself. The man was definitely ripped and stood at roughly six feet tall. His biceps casually flexed as he leaned against the door frame and Olivia's eyes quickly glanced down and admired his rippling six pack, no doubt apparent from the workout he was doing minutes earlier.
"Noise complaint, it's protocol to check on all the occupants in the building," Olivia replied as she peered around the room.
"Noise complaint, huh? Didn't think we were that noisy. Are you sure it came from this apartment?" He asked as he rubbed his five o'clock shadow.
"Uh, yeah, pretty sure. I heard a lot of banging outside," Olivia responded as she looked at the headboard and saw the scratches on the wall from where the bedframe had hit it. Well that explains the consistent banging that she heard. They must've been going at it pretty hard. "Anyone else here?"
"There's two other women in the bathroom," The man replied and Olivia's eyebrows shot up.
"Peter!" Casey exclaimed as she wandered into the room. "There's no one else here, Liv. He's just being an ass," Casey replied as she playfully slapped his shoulder.
"Sorry, just teasing. Do you guys know each other?" Peter asked as he looked between the two.
"Uh, Detective Benson," Casey said as she gestured to Olivia, "Works with me."
Peter laughed. "Well I can see how this would be awkward. You're adorable when you blush," Peter said as he pulled Casey against his chest and kissed the top of her head.
Olivia quickly dropped her gaze to the ground and shuffled her feet. "Well I'll be going, you two, uh, enjoy your night," Olivia managed to say before turning to leave.
Olivia managed to reach the door before Casey called out for her. "Wait up one sec, Liv." Olivia turned around to see Casey still dressed in only a bed sheet, her pale skin flushed from embarrassment. Olivia couldn't help but admire how gorgeous her body looked. She was so used to seeing Casey in suits and had certainly never seen so much of her chest and legs exposed. "Sorry about that. Any chance you can keep this on the down low? I don't exactly like broadcasting that I'm in a relationship."
Olivia felt her stomach drop at the mention of the word relationship. Casey was in a relationship. Unattainable and straight for that matter. "Yeah, of course, Case. Elliot doesn't even need to know although it seemed pretty clear that he had no intent to find out," Olivia said as she let out a nervous chuckle.
"Thanks," Casey replied with a weak smile before waving goodbye to Olivia as she left.