The days continued to pass. Casey remained blissfully unaware of Michael's true nature. Her skin glowed with a shine only constant sex could provide, and she truly seemed happier than she had in some time. Now, the tables had turned. It was Casey who refused to speak to Olivia, Casey who spoke through ice whenever they were forced to exchange words.

Olivia had never imagined such feelings. It had always been easy for her to move on from heartbreak. No one had ever mattered to her, and whether they stayed or left was irrelevant. But seeing Casey with someone else, and knowing that she had ruined her own chances with the younger woman, tugged at heartstrings Olivia hadn't previously realized she possessed.

Frustrated, lonely, and surprisingly angry towards even her job, Olivia spent her nights alone in her apartment, laying on the sofa, staring at nothing. One could consider her almost lazy. She laid still, stared into oblivion, and entered a catatonia until the next work day. Even her feelings had taken a hiatus. They, too, were suspended in the darkness.

Finally, after two weeks of the frustration, Olivia attempted to apologize to Casey. She left an apology teddy bear, Casey's favorite roses, and a box of chocolates. But Casey only continued to ignore her. And Olivia only continued to lay on the sofa, lonely, and, if she dared admit it to herself, heartbroken.

Until the night she was forced to deliver a search warrant to Casey's office. She raised her hand to knock, and paused upon hearing soft crying from inside. Olivia opened the door, immediately thinking the worst. What she found inside of the office horrified her.

Casey laid on the sofa, curled up on her side. The attorney's pale skin was flushed with sadness and stained with tears. "Casey, what's wrong?" Olivia asked, closing the door and kneeling beside the attorney.

"Go away," Casey murmured.

"No." Olivia sighed. "I'm sorry, Casey. I didn't mean what I said at the restaurant. I mean, you are the most stubborn woman I've ever met, but I shouldn't have told you what he said to me. You were right to inform me that I expressed my feelings in the wrong way, and for that, I am truly sorry. But please talk to me. You made it clear that you're not interested, but you are still my best friend. We tell each other everything."

Casey sat up slowly. "It's too horrible. I don't think I can tell you. You will just pull away and call me a whore."

"Casey, I walked in on you having sex with a man I didn't know existed. I didn't call you a whore then, and I never word. Unless you have ten more hiding somewhere?" Olivia asked, a soft smile tugging on the corners of the detective's lips.

Casey, too, managed to smile. "No. Just him. Well…not even him anymore. He left when I told him what I'm about to tell you. He called me a slut, said I was ruining his plans, and took off. He said he was going back to LA tonight."

"I can't say I'm sorry for that," Olivia admitted. "But I am sorry he left. What happened, honey? You can tell me. I promise I'll understand. Did he hurt you? Do I need to track him down and deal with him?"

Casey shook her head, wiping away a fresh stream of tears. "I deserve to be called a whore. I thought we were careful…I always made sure he…but there were a few times…" She took a deep breath. "Olivia, I'm pregnant."