Resurrection
Disclaimer: Don't own the SVU crew...definitely don't own the Buffy crew. Own nothing, don't sue...it's pointless.
Pairing: C/O and eventually Willow/Tara
Warnings: Definitely an M story, as are most of mine. Be warned...
Notes: Ok, I love Buffy and I love SVU. With that fact established...I decided to merge the two. Don't know how it's gonna work, so that's why I need your feedback! Let me know how it's working so far! As for my extended hiatus, I just needed a break for a bit...school unfortunately trumped my writing. I've been thinking about this story for quite sometime though . . . I hope you like it.
Chapter 1
Casey Novak walked the darkened streets between the local market and her apartment, pepper spray firmly grasped in her hand. She knew it wasn't safe, hell, she'd seen more than one case of a woman being dragged into an alley and violated. But for some reason, it just didn't seem real to her. It didn't seem like something that would ever happen to her. Even the brutal attack in her office hadn't made it real. That, she had rationalized, was personal. It wasn't some random occurrence of fate. It wasn't as if she had been walking past the wrong alley at the wrong time. Of course, then again, she could just be trying to convince herself of her own safety.
Casey shivered against the cool night and readjusted her grocery bag, gripping it tightly to her side as she picked up her step a bit. Only three more blocks to go and she would be home. Then all these feelings of paranoia would float away within the warm safety of her own apartment.
The night was clear, the air crisp and cool. An impossibly large full moon hung lazily in the sky illuminating the streets in a ghostly glow that definitely didn't ease Casey's rapidly growing trepidations about her late night jaunt. The young attorney once again cursed the fact that she didn't own a car. In New York City, it was much more trouble than it was worth. Despite much speculation from the squad, she could drive, she just didn't like to. Elliot and Munch were convinced that she didn't have a license. Of course it didn't help her case any that she had lost her license six months ago and never bothered to get it replaced.
Walking past the last alley before setting foot on her own block, Casey could have sworn she heard a woman crying. She paused, listening closely, her mind insisting that she had imagined it. She started to walk away again, but something stopped her. There it was again, floating on the night breeze to the young red head's ears, barely audible . . . but there none-the-less. It almost sounded like a wounded animal keening pitifully, terrified and alone in the vast darkness of the alley.
Against her better judgement, Casey made her way slowly down the alley, wincing each time the sound of her boot striking the pavement echoed through the dim lights. The sound had stopped and she found her self wondering if she'd imagined it all. The night can play strange tricks on one's ears. Overriding her doubts, she pushed herself further into the alley, her desire to help stronger than her own feelings of self-preservation. Suddenly, a man's voice, angry and threatening, floated to her from deeper in the alley. A scuffle ensued and she heard the woman crying again. Casey dropped her bag and ran towards the cries, the woman's safety the only thing on her mind. Within seconds, she could make out the silhouette of a large man crouching menacingly in front of a cowering figure.
"Hey!" Casey's voice caused the man to pause and turn towards it's owner, the street light briefly illuminating his face. Even in the low light of the alley, his sneer was obvious.
"Come to play too, little lady?," he questioned, rising and making his way slowly towards the ADA.
"I've called the police," she lied.
"I don't believe you," he stated, grinning evilly.
Before Casey could react, the man was running toward her, covering the ground between them in mere seconds. She twisted away, attempting to run, but his hand tangled in the back of her coat, causing her to trip and fall to the hard pavement. Distantly Casey heard the women's whimpering start up again as the man threw himself on top of the struggling attorney. She searched the ground frantically for her pepper spray, having lost it when she fell. Spotting it laying a few feet away she tried to scramble to it. He noticed and dragged her back towards him and further away from her only weapon. The man attempted to turn her onto her back, but Casey fought him for all she was worth. A jarring backhand rained down from above her and she was momentarily stunned as something warm began to trickle from her now split lip. Her moment of confusion was just enough for him to get her firmly onto her back.
"I thought you wanted to play sweetheart," he teased, backing up and lifting some of his weight off of her.
Seeing her chance, she took it, driving her knee brutally into the man's crotch. Grunting in pain, he rolled to the side, clutching the injured area and cursing loudly. Casey scrambled across the wet pavement towards her pepper spray and retrieved the small canister of law enforcement strength liquid.
"God damn bitch, I'll fucking kill you for that," he moaned.
"Can't kill what you can't see asshole," Casey replied, unleashing a generous amount of pepper spray directly to the mans eyes.
He screamed and tried to escape the onslaught of spray. His eyes burned as if they were on fire and the only thing his mind could comprehend at this point was pain and escape. Stumbling to his feet, he ran down the alley, tripping and falling several times before disappearing around the corner into the night.
Casey sighed, shaking with a mixture of adrenaline and fear. Straitening her clothes, she turned her attention back to the original reason she'd ventured into the alley. There, huddled against the back of the alley, was a young woman, nude and visibly trembling as she cried. Casey approached slowly, afraid of scaring the woman even more than she already was, if that was possible. As she got closer, she noticed the filthy blonde hair that hung limply around the girl's bruised face. Cuts and bruises littered her thin body, covering scars that offered testament to the girl's poor treatment.
"It's okay, you're safe now," Casey said soothingly, reaching out to touch the girl.
The woman jerked away from her, curling even more tightly into a ball. It was as if she thought she could make herself disappear.
"I won't let anyone else hurt you."
Slowly the woman turned her face to look at Casey, opening her eyes. Ocean blue eyes, clouded with pain and fear, stared into the misty green eyes of the ADA. Casey shuddered at the shear beauty of the girl, visible even under the grime and bruises.
"W-willow?," the girl said, more a question than a statement.
Before Casey even had a chance to react, the girl launched herself at her, wrapping her arms around the startled attorney's midsection and squeezing for all she was worth. She fell backwards with the weight of the girl and found herself holding a sobbing bundle of naked woman. Perplexed and completely unsure of what to do, Casey simple stroked the girls matted hair and offered soothing words. Who was this girl? More importantly, who in the hell is Willow, and why do you think I'm her?
TBC
Okay...I know this is going to be a strange crossover but I think I can make it work! Let me know what you think about it so far!