Ten Days in October
By: Lijep
A/N: Weird and true story. The title came from something totally unrelated to this story. My parents are going on a ten day Caribbean cruise in October. So, there's the title. Anyway, this is Casey/Olivia, Casey (and partially Olivia, for the first chapter) POV, character death, angst story. Ten chapters, one for each day, and length is to be determined. Here we go! Beta'ed by Color Esperanza.
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Ten Days in October
Day 1: October 22
Casey POV
I was surprised when I stepped out of my house and was greeted by a blast of cold air. October was a strange month, somewhat like April. Warm one day, freezing the next. I pulled a pair of gloves out of my coat pocket and pulled them onto my hands, already turning red from the cold. I rubbed my cheeks, surely growing rosy, and opened the door to my car. As I was about to pull on my seatbelt, my cell phone rang in my purse, loudly, and more startling than absolutely necessary. I dug around in my bag and pulled out the phone, flipping it open to see my house number on the caller ID screen.
"You didn't leave any hot water. Or any coffee. Keep this up, Novak, and you'll find yourself sleeping alone," Olivia said in form of greeting.
"Good morning to you too," I said, knowing Olivia's tendency for a short temper in the mornings. I could see the scene playing out, her body wrapped in a bathrobe after her freezing cold shower, opening and closing my cabinets trying to remember where I kept the coffee. "Listen, Olivia, I'm due in chambers. I have to go, or I'm going to be late. And you know how Petrovsky gets."
"Don't we all? You'll be by the station later?"
"As long as nothing comes up," I said, turning a corner and nearly dropping my phone.
Olivia took that as a goodbye and hung up the phone as I continued to drive. I picked up my travel mug and took a sip of piping hot coffee, burning my mouth and nearly spitting the drink all over myself. I managed to swallow, and waved my hand in front of my mouth to cool it off. The coffee was black, and tasted horrible, but it had caffeine, which was enough for me. I was out of milk, again, but I had spent the night working on my case, and by the time Olivia got home it was too late to go buy any. It was typical, both of us working long hours. We barely had a relationship as it was, but we made it work. Somehow, we made it happen. I guess it was one of those corny sayings, like "When you love somebody, what's meant to be will always find its way" or something like that.
Moments passed, and I arrived at work. Another day at work, and all I could ever think about was Olivia.
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Olivia POV
Of course, Casey couldn't have mentioned that it was about forty degrees outside. She was so absentminded. I'm surprised she could remember her own name half of the time. Damn good attorney, and I'm not just saying that because we're sleeping together, but she'd forget her own head if it wasn't attached. In a perfect example, I woke up this morning to a shower colder than the temperature outside and not one drop of coffee in the pot. And of course, I was already running late for work.
I got dressed, quickly, grabbed a cup of coffee in a small deli, and headed off to work. Elliot was going to kill me for being late, again. Then, after losing it sufficiently, he would crack some sort of lame joke, something like "Everyone meet the new assistant to the ADA". He always does that. It's slightly hilarious that he finds himself so funny. Men, no wonder I gave up on them.
The car came out of nowhere. I may have been speeding. I don't remember. And then…
Crash.
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TBC
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