Woo! My first SVU fic is off the ground. Eventually Casey/Olivia, which is femslash. Don't like, don't read. Rated T for language, but will most likely get up to M in future.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Dick Wolf is just sharing them with me for a bit.
"What the hell was that? One fucking witness?"
"How was I supposed to know the other one was going to go and have a heart attack?"
"You could have had more conclusive evidence...anything!"
"You were the one who agreed he was okay for trial!"
Her red hair swished, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake as she stormed out the door. "Fuck you, Benson."
Olivia stood stock-still in ADA Casey Novak's office, eyes shut, inhaling the sweet scent.
The next morning, she stood in the exact same spot, facing the other way, holding two cups of coffee. "Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday, Novak."
Casey glanced up perfunctorily from her paperwork and nodded. "Not completely your fault."
Olivia moved a little bit closer, feeling awkward, and placed one of the coffee cups on the ADA's desk. "Well...I'll see you later."
Casey watched Olivia walk out the door, looking back down at her paperwork quickly as the detective moved out of sight.
Elliot straightened from where he had been leaning against Olivia's desk. "Liv, you're half an hour late! I thought you'd want to get more evidence on this guy. One witness changing her statement...not the end of the world."
Olivia sighed. "El, it's not that I don't want to get this guy. I'm just...dealing with some other stuff, okay?"
Elliot looked at his partner knowingly. "Drinks later?"
She nodded quickly and sat down at her desk. "So. Devon Post, who had the heart attack. How's she holding up?"
He shut his eyes briefly. "Died an hour ago. The call came in when you were supposed to be here."
"Shit," Olivia muttered. She let her head drop into her hands. "Novak is going to kill me."
"You? We're a team, Liv. If she kills you, she kills me too."
"Never mind, El. Let's look for some more evidence, huh?"
"Liv. You're acting weird. What's going on with you and Novak?"
"Me and Novak? Nothing! Nothing."
Elliot gave her a look, but decided not to press things just yet. Well, not with Olivia, at least.
"Hey, Novak. Casey!"
Casey turned as Detective Stabler jogged up to her. "New evidence?"
Elliot's eyes shifted around slightly as he scratched his neck and said, "No, actually, it's...it's Olivia. What's going on between the two of you?"
The ADA stiffened a bit. "Benson? Nothing's going on. Nope. Look, this is my first free lunch break in a long time, Stabler, so unless you have something case-related for me, I'd like to get out for some fresh air. Why don't you head on back to the precinct?" Casey walked off quickly, relaxing only when the New York air hit her face.
A very confused Elliot Stabler was left standing outside Casey's office, pondering what exactly was going on with her and his partner. He had to get to the bottom of this.
"They don't call me Detective for nothing," he thought to himself.
