A different take on when Casey was beat up in her office. What if it was Alex who found her after, not Olivia? Will it be enough to make Alex finally admit her feelings for Casey? told from alternating POV's of Alex and Casey.

This is an Alex/Casey pairing and very much a love story so look elsewhwere if not your thing. The first chapter is a prologue to set the tone.

I hear commotion down the hall from a nearby office. There's only person I can think of who stays at the office as late as I do; Casey Novak. She's often noisy, shuffling around pacing when she's trying to think and slamming drawers in frustration.

But something about the noise I heard is unsettling and a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach forces me to leave my office and go check to make sure everything is all right.

i have such a complicated relationship with Casey Novak. I have never met a person who could infuriate me one moment to the point where I feel I'm going to pop a blood vessel, and then charm me the next.

But that's Casey.

She still makes careless mistakes that I have to clean up and doesn't know when to use her filter. I've had several migraines brought on by her.

But she's also the only person who can make me laugh - a real genuine laugh. She always seems to know when I need it most. It will be a comment, or a look, or a text message and it's always what I need when i need it.

When she brushes up against me in the elevator, I always feel a spark. I wonder if she feels it too. If so, she gives no indication that she does.

I'm not supposed to like women. I'm supposed to be straight as an arrow, and someday meet me a nice judge or Senator and be their arm candy. That's what is expected of me.

So I admit it's complicated.

When I get to her office it's completely dark. I frown. I swear I just heard her in here moments ago. Voices talking and then the noises I heard. She must have left in a hurry.

The door is open so I step into her office and turn the light on. And my stomach lurches at what I see.

Her office is a mess; broken glass and files strewn about. The chair overturned.But it's what I see a few feet away that makes my heart stop.

Casey is laying on her back on the floor, her head turned to one side. "Casey!" I scream in horror. I literally run to her and drop to my knees.

She has blood coming out of her nose. I shake her and call her name several times, but she does not respond. She's breathing but unconscious.

I've started to cry, and I don't even know when it happened. My breath is hitching in my throat; I have to call for help. She needs to be taken to the hospital immeaditely.

I start screaming for help. The custodial staff is often here at this hour and I hope against hope that they can hear me.

After a few seconds of screaming, I spot her office phone on the floor. I reach for it with shaking hands when I hear a gasp behind me.

"What the hell happened?!"

I turn to see Olivia enter the office, carrying a brown paper drink carrier with two coffees. She quickly sets it down and rushes over.

"Call for help!" I yell at her. "Please call for help."

I watch her scramble for her cell phone and am vaguely aware of her calling 911. She says something to me, asks me a question, but I just shake my head.

"Casey," I whisper, taking Casey's hand and holding on tight. "You have to be okay. You have to pull through this for me. Please."

My face is a red swollen mess of tears. I can't remember the last time I was this frightened.

They are taking too long to get here. Olivia has hung up now and I angrily throw over my shoulder, "Where the fuck are they?"

No sooner do the words leave my mouth when I hear sirens.

The next few minutes are a blur. The EMTs rush in and load Casey on a stretcher. Olivia tries to get me stand out of the way, but I won't let go of her hand. If she wakes up she is going to wake up to me being at her side and not alone.

I'm told I can't ride in the ambulance with her, that I have to stay and give my statement. But I mince no words in letting everyone know my intentions and I climb in the back of the ambulance and say a prayer as the doors close.

I'm still holding Casey's hand and I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my other hand.

I am so scared that Casey is going to die before I can ever tell her how I feel about her. Before I can ever explore my feelings and see if she feels the same.

Please God, don't let her die...

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