Title: Homecoming

Author: AlexCabotJunkie

Pairing: Casey/Alex eventually

Summary: How will things change when Alex finally comes home?

Disclaimer: SVU, its characters, not mine. Just borrowing them so that we can have a little fun Bow down to Mr. Wolf. Bobby Flay is also not mine, just poking a little fun.

Rating and Warnings: G... for now If f/f bothers you, I will eventually be getting to it, so go somewhere else.

A/N: If there are no Olivia/Casey fics, then Alex/Casey fics are almost non-existent. It may take a while to get to the actual relationship, so be patient. Archiving is ok, get my permission first. Reviews/comments/constructive criticism welcome. No flaming.

The 1-6 in Manhattan

Olivia stared at that morning's edition of the New York Ledger, not believing the headline she was reading. She motioned to Elliot and gave him the paper.

"Elliot. Does that headline say what I think it says?"

Elliot looked down at the paper, his heart leaping into his throat.

"Caesar Velez killed in Drug Raid"

Elliot stared at the headline, blinking to make sure he was reading correctly. After he was convinced he was not seeing things, he looked at Olivia and saw tears forming in her eyes.

"She can come home Elliot. She can come home."

Some Distant town in California

Alex, or as she was known in California, Christine, was sitting in her armchair, writing down notes from the Food Network show she was watching on TV. She had come to like Bobby Flay's cooking show; he was always so informative. She hadn't done a lot of cooking back in Manhattan, but she had the time to now, and she rather enjoyed it. She was interrupted by a knock on the door, and was surprised to see who was on the other side of the door.

"Agent Hammond… what… who… why are you here?"

"Miss Cabot. May I come in?"

Alex stepped out of his way and the DEA agent walked into her small living room.

"Please don't tell me I have to pick up and leave again, I've finally settled in here…"

But Hammond was waving her off.

"Nothing of the sort. I wanted to deliver this myself." He handed her a copy of the New York Ledger. Looking at the front page, her eyes widened, and immediately tears began to roll down her face.

"Does this mean…?"

The agent nodded. "Yes Miss Cabot. You can go home."

Alex backed up into the arm chair she was sitting in a few moments earlier.

"I can go home. I can finally go home."