A/N: I decided to try another story. Please read and review. (ONLY nice reviews, please.)

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Set: In season 9, with Elliot still with Kathy and with their newborn son.

ADA Casey Novak walked in to the Special Victims Squad room and up to Detective Olivia Benson's desk. Olivia and John were the only two at their desks besides Captain Cragen, who was in his office with the door closed.

"Hey Liv." Casey greeted the detective as she sat on the side of her desk.

Olivia looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "Hey Case, what's up?"

"You hungry?"

Olivia looked at her watch. It was already 1:45pm. "Wow, time has gone fast today." She thought to herself before looking back up at the ADA. "Yeah, I'll just go tell Cragen." She said before getting up off her black leather seat.

While Olivia was talking to Cragen in the office, Casey noticed a man with a black hoodie, black sweat pants and a pair of old, dirty running shoes hanging around the squad room doors. There was something about this man that sent a shiver down the red head's spine so she got up and walked over to John's desk. "Hey John."

"Hey Casey. Have you noticed too many young children have cell phones these days?"

"Yeah, it's a real conspiracy, isn't it, John?" Casey's voice dripped with sarcasm.

John was about to say more but Olivia had walked out of Cragen's office.

"I'll just grab my purse, Case." Olivia said as she walked over to her locker.

Just as Casey was walking over to Olivia, Elliot and Fin walked in to the squad room.

Fin sat at his desk and started talking to John but Elliot walked over to Olivia. "Where are you going?"

"Out for lunch with Casey." She replied as she closed her locker.

"Olivia, you're supposed to be helping me with the Dobson case." He said with slight anger.

"Elliot, you've just come back from lunch. Why do you need my help anyway? You're the primary detective on that case." She spoke in slight annoyance and confusion.

"Don't worry about it." He said as he sat at his desk.

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Olivia and Casey stepped in to the elevator in silence until Casey looked over at the detective. "What the hell crawled up his ass and died?"

Olivia scoffed and shrugged. "It can be anything with Elliot. Anyway, where are we going for lunch? I'm starved."

"How about at the diner, we used to always go to?"

Olivia shrugged. "Sure why not?"

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The man in the black hoodie, black sweat pants and the old, dirty running shoes was following with his camera in his pocket. He stayed a safe distance behind so he didn't get caught. "I'm going to stuff up your lives, like you stuffed up mine. You are both gonna pay." The man muttered to himself.

Olivia and Casey sat in a red, leather seated booth at the back of the diner and looked through the menu until a short, medium built girl, who looked about fifteen walked over to them.

"Hi I'm Emily. What can I get you this afternoon?" She asked in a slight Irish accent.

"I'll just get a large salad and an orange juice please." Olivia ordered.

"And for you, ma'am?" Emily asked the red headed ADA.

"I'll just the same."

Emily nodded. "Your orders will be here as soon as possible." She said with a smile.

"Thanks." Casey and Olivia both replied.

"So how is that new boyfriend of yours, Liv?" Casey asked, once the waitress was out of ear shot.

Olivia shrugged. "We're over." She admitted.

"Huh? Why? When? Last I heard you two were happy."

"It was the hours and job that he didn't like. He made me choose either him or the job. And it obvious what I picked. I can't give up Special Victims, Case, it's in my blood. Anyway how is Damien?" Olivia quickly changed the subject.

"Don't change the subject, 'Livia."

"I don't want to talk about it, Casey. Just drop it." Olivia insisted.

"Fine." Casey replied.

Emily finally returned with their orders and the two women were quiet as they ate until Casey didn't to ask Olivia what she was hiding. "Liv, what are you hiding?" She asked as she put a caring hand on the detective's soft olive toned hand.

Olivia yanked her hand from underneath but not quick enough because the man who was following them managed to take a photo of it.

"No need to photoshop this one." He thought to himself with a chuckle.

He was willing to do anything to make their lives as bad as they made his, by sending him to jail for three years.

Olivia clenched her fists; she was tired and getting frustrated. "Stop asking. I'm fine. I've got to get back to work, I'll see you later." She said and got up before storming out of the diner.

"What the hell is up with her?" Casey asked herself before getting up.

She ran after Olivia and caught her just before she walked across the street.

"Liv." She said as she gently grabbed the detective's wrist, turning her around.

"What?!"

"Liv, I'm sorry, I just want to know what is troubling you?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired, since I have been working since two this morning." She lied through her teeth.

"Fine, but if you decide to break the defensive wall and want to talk, just call me. I'll see you later."

Olivia nodded. "Bye." She replied before walking away.

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Two days went by and Olivia walked in to the squad room to find Casey sitting on the side of her desk.

"Hi Casey, what are you doing here at seven am?" She asked as she hung up her coat.

"Cragen called me. He wants to talk to you and me, privately." She said with her arms folded on her chest.

"Why?" Olivia asked in confusion as she opened her locker, putting her purse in it before locking it back up.

"Beats me." She shrugged.

The office door swung open and Cragen appeared, looking none too impressed.

"Casey, Olivia in my office now." He called out to them.

The two women nodded before walking silently to his office, wondering what they did wrong.

"Take a seat you two." Cragen said as he closed the door behind the two woemn.

Casey and Olivia both took a seat in front of Cragen's desk, still confused about what was going on.

They watched Captain Cragen as he sat down in his seat and cupped his hands together, putting them on the desk.

The office was silent for a moment until Olivia spoke up.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Not that I have anything against it but why didn't you tell me that you two were a couple."

Olivia and Casey looked at each other in confusion before looking back at Cragen.

"We're not a couple." Olivia said calmly.

"Who told you that? We're only friends; we both have boyfriends." Casey added, without adding the fact that Olivia had just broken up with her boyfriend but Cragen didn't need to know that.

Cragen sighed and passed Casey a photo as he passed Olivia the letter that came with it.

"Who the hell was watching us?"

"Case, you might want to read this." Olivia said emotionlessly.

Casey took the letter from Olivia; it read:

'Watch your backs, ladies. You sent me to jail for three years. I'm gonna make your lives as horrible as you made mine.'

"I'm going to arrange protective details for the pair of you." Captain Cragen spoke up after Casey had read the letter.

"I told you last time and I will tell you again Captain. I don't need one." Olivia insisted.

"I don't need one either. I can take care of myself" Casey also insisted.

"He's stalking you. What makes you think he won't attack you, especially when he threatened the both of you in the letter?"
"No protective detail." Olivia said with her arms folded on her chest.

"Fine." Cragen sighed in defeat.

Olivia and Casey were two independent and stubborn to accept protection. They were insistant that they could protect themselves.