A/N: I hope you liked my first attempt at a Casey centric story. Don't worry there is EO. Please read and review. No flames cos they will be laughed at and seen as childish.

Disclaimer: Only own the children.


Miss Casey Novak, ADA was now Mrs Casey Bowden, mommy and law professor at a community college.

After being suspended for a year without pay, Casey moved to New Jersey, where she met her man. Jacob Bowden, a bank manager.

They dated for close to a year before Jake popped the question. He proposed in a fancy restaurant.

Flashback

Casey sat at the table, eating the last piece of her chicken and watched in confusion as Jacob got up from his chair.

"Jake, honey, what are you doing?" Casey asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jake got down on one knee in front of the red head and looked in to her sparkling orbs. He reached in to his coat pocket of his tux and grabbed out a small, red velvet jewellery box.

Jake opened it with a smile. "Casey Louise Novak, will you marry me?"

Casey squealed in delight and covered her mouth momentarily before screaming, "yes, yes...Oh my God, I will marry you."

A flood of 'aww's' and 'that's so romantic's' filled the restaurant as Jake slid the white gold princess cut diamond ring on his new fiancee's left ring finger.

End Flashback

Casey's P.O.V.

I open my eyes, feeling a presence in front of me. I see my precious daughter standing there in her pink nightgown. She is just one half of my beautiful twins. Jessica Olivia and Hayden Mitchell were born on a stormy night in winter at 9:06 and 9:22. The little Bowdens were now three.

"Hey princess. What are doing up so early?" I ask in a whisper. It was only 5:23am and I didn't want to wake up my husband, who was lying closely behind me with his arm around my waist.

Jessica rubbed her tiny hazel eyes and yawned but didn't respond verbally.

I reach over and caress my baby girl's warm cheek. "Baby, what's wrong?" I ask again, just as softly.

"Nightmare, mama," her soft voice informs me.

I nod and gently detangle myself from my husband's big, strong, warm arms. "Do you want Mama to cuddle up with you in your big girl bed?" I ask as I sit up.

"Yes, pwease, Mama," she replies and reaches out with her tiny hand to me.

I tiredly accept her hand as I stand. "Ok, baby," I whisper and let her lead me out of the master bedroom.

My little girl leads me down the hall, just two doors down and in to her 'pink paradise'. I call it 'Jessie's Pink Paradise' because nearly everything is pink. Her walls, bed spread, the matching curtains, cushions on the bed, the list could go on.

"Ok, Jessie, let's hop back in to bed and get some more sleep, huh?" I say as we approach her bed.

"Fank you, mama," Jessica replies as I take one of the bed's safety side rails off. The side I'll be sleeping on.

"It's ok, Jessie," I say as she hops in to her bed, delicately before I hop in beside her.

Jessica rests her little head on my chest and I wrap an arm around her tiny body so she feels safe.

She lets out a little yawn and whispers, "night, mama," as she closes her tired little eyes.

I rub her tiny back and close my own eyes. "Night baby."

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My daughter and I are woken by a flash of light. I open my eyes to see my loving husband and adventerous son. Jake had just taken a photo of us sleeping.

I yawn and rub my still half asleep eyes as I sit up. "Jake, did you really have to do that?" I ask.

I am a bit annoyed because I have told him not to take anymore photos of me while I am asleep.

Jacob laughs as usual and takes my hand as I got up of the bed. "I saw a great shot so I took it, hun," he replies and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

I sigh. "Fine but no more, ok?"

Jake nods before looking down at our beautiful children, who were just standing there looking up at us. "Come on, kids, it's breakfast time. Last one to the table is a rotten egg."

I laugh as I watch my husband and twins run toward the kitchen.

Jake is a very caring, loving, protective husband and father and I am very thankful every minute of everyday to have him and our children.

I walk in to the kitchen to see that Jake and the kids are sitting at the breakfast table, starting to eat their cereal. I sit in my usual chair with a smile , just happily watching Jessica and Hayden eating their cheerios happily.

"Well it's Saturday today. What do you want to do today, Case?" Jake asks me as he sets down a cup of coffee and a plate of egg and bacon in front of me.

I look up at him with a grin. "Thanks, babe. I don't know yet."

Jake nods and sits in his spot next to me as I begin to read the Saturday paper.

On page fifty-two, I find a small news article with a photo of the one and only Elliot Stabler. The caption reads 'One of New York's finest has been promoted to Captain of the Special Victims Unit in Manhattan.'

I look up at Jake. "I think I want to go down to Manhattan."

Jacob looks up at me in confusion and raises an eyebrow. "Why do you want to go back there, baby?"

"I want to see some old friends," I reply.

My loving husband takes my hand in his and entwines his fingers with mine. "Then we will go to Manhattan, honey."

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you go, Jake."

Jake kisses my hand. "Yes, baby. We will go once we are all ready to go."

"Thanks," I reply and kiss him on the lips, softly.

While Jakes showers I get Jessica and Hayden ready since we gave them a bath last night.

"Jessie, come here, sweetie," I say as I sit on her bed with her clothes that I have picked out fror her to wear today. A pair of light blue jeans with flowers on the left pant leg and a long pink t-shirt.

Jessica walks over to me, buck naked since she decided to take her own clothes off, she picked the bad habit up from her twin brother, who started to do that when he was eighteen months old.

I dress Jessie in her pull-up diaper and her clothes before I put a pair of shiny black shoes on her tiny feet and brush her hair putting it up in pig-tails with two pink ribbons.

"Come on, honey, we got to get your brother ready now," I tell her as we walk across the hall to the blue painted bedroom with a train border around the walls.

I pick out Hayden's clothes and sit down on his bed. "Hayd."

Hayden drops his toy train and strides over to me.

I dress him in a pair of handsome dark blue jeans and red and blue t-shirt with a train on it.

I have to say handsome because he hates to be called cute, just like his father.

I manage to get a pair of blue boots on his feet before he runs off to his father, who is standing in the doorway of the bedroom, fully dressed.

"Shower's free, babe," he says as he picks up Hayden.

"Ok," I reply as I stand up.

I walk past him and head straight to the bathroom.

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We arrive in Manhattan about an hour and a half later and head to the 1-6 precinct.

I walk in to the old familiar building and I realize how much I miss my old job and friends. I push the double stroller, containing the twins in to the elevator and at that moment I realize how nervous I am. I am thankful to have Jacob by my side, I just hope that Elliot and Olivia are working today.

We arrive at the desired floor and walk out of the elevator, heading toward the Special Victims squad room.

The squad room has a few detectives working and the captain's office door is open, meaning Captain Stabler must be inside.

I push the stroller, nervously up to the open door and knock.

Elliot looks up at me in surprise. "Casey?"

I nod and Elliot walks over to me. "Hey."

"Hey. Are there your's?"

I smile with motherly pride. "Yes. This is Jessica and Hayden. And this is my husband Jake. Jake, this is Elliot Stabler."

The men shake hands and say hi before Elliot turns back to me.

"Where's Liv?" I ask.

"At home with the kids," he replies simply.

I'm confused. "Huh? Your kids are adults."

Elliot shakes his head and laughs. "The kids, as in our kids. Hers and mine."

"Wow. Liv actually got her wish, huh?"

"Yeah, she fell pregnant a few months after we last saw you. We have a five year old girl, Arabella-Rose and three year old identical twin boys, Ashton and Anthony," he tells me before he grabs a piece of paper and a pen off his desk. He writes something down and passes it to me. "Here's our address. She'll be happy to see you."

I take the address and give him a hug. "Thanks. Is she home now?"

Elliot nods. "Yeah, she is. She's probably doing house work while the kids play."

I laugh softly. "Domestic Benson...This I gotta see," I joke.

Elliot laughs too. "Yeah, I thought I'd never see the day either but she's changed a lot over the last few years."

"Ok, Elliot. I'll see you later."

"Bye guys," Elliot replies before we leave to see Olivia.