"Mine"

It was a constant uphill battle. I needed her to tell me that she loved me…to know that I was no longer "the replacement". I needed to know that I meant something to her.

This is my second C/O fic, and quite honestly I'm surprised. I'm a huge C/O fan, but for some reason I was sidetracked by AO stories. I cannot, however, get away from the AO-ness, as this has implied AO and slight flashbacks. C/O established relationship.

A/N: Starts as Casey's POV. Pretend that Olivia doesn't know about Alex being in Witness Protection…or that she really died—either way works. Don't worry; she's not coming back in this story. There's nothing that ruins a good CO fic more than the return of Alex. It's a futureish fic, maybe a year or so from now. Mostly fluff, I think. I haven't really decided where this is going. Anyway… on with the story.

Don't own it.

Three years ago, I started working with the Manhattan SVU as their ADA. I had just come off of working white collar crimes, and I had requested Homicides. I thought that they would be easy enough to handle. "All the glory, no living victims" is the way I put it during my first SVU case.

But this was different. The Special Victims Unit was a difficult thing to handle day in and day out. Which little girl was molested by her uncle this week? Which woman was raped by her over protective husband? It's the hardest thing I've ever done.

I've never really had a set sexuality. I guess you could say that my door swung both ways. There were times when I felt very attracted to women, and had relationships with them, but I've had more than my share of boyfriends as well. It just depended on the person. Because of my job, I had assumed that I would be swearing off women for some time. I was constantly in the public eye, and although I couldn't care less about what people I don't even know think about me, my boss certainly would have some issues with one of his staff members being gay.

There were not many things that got me through my days here. Olivia Benson, however, was one of them. Olivia and I got off to an awful start on my very first day as the new ADA. I knew the story about the previous woman, Alex Cabot, who had been shot and killed because of a case she was working. I also heard rumors circulating that the relationship that Olivia and Alex had was more than professional.

Olivia was mean to me from the second she met me. Granted, I did show up unannounced at a crime scene that I wasn't actually supposed to visit—but honestly, I thought our relationship was going to be one of hate for quite some time. But, Olivia softened up a bit, I stopped doing things incredibly wrong, and eventually we became work friends.

"Work friends" soon blossomed into "best friends" and after months of skirting around the issue, we finally went on a real date. There wasn't any of the awkward "getting to know you" phase because as I said, we were already best friends to begin with. We knew everything about each other already—vices, strengths, favorites, and peeves.

It's funny, I am now in a position that most people, who don't know Olivia well, always assumed would be filled by Elliot. That position is, of course, one of best friend turned lover. I must have done something right, though. I am, after all five months pregnant with our child. Our life is crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

A very long AN: This intro chapter was in Casey's POV, but the rest will be in third person. This will probably have some things in common with "A Year in the Life" (let's be honest, I only have so many ideas) but it's not the same , nor is it a sequel. Yes, there will be baby drama, but I'm excited to write it. I have NO idea where's it's gonna go! LOL

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