The empty courthouse served as a stark reminder of the loneliness of a detective's job. Only one month before, Olivia had hoped to confess her feelings for Casey Novak and convince her to be more than friends. That hope had quickly shriveled when she had interrupted the attorney having sex with another lawyer.
Since then, things had become quite awkward between the two. The morning after, Casey arrived in court as if nothing was wrong. And to a logical person, this was true. But Olivia, her hopes of asking the attorney to a romantic date crushed, only seethed in her chair each time Casey spoke to her.
It wasn't Casey she was mad at. It was the principle of the entire situation. She knew, of course, that Casey had always leaned towards men, and that the possibility of the attorney even returning her interest was slim. But actually interrupting her having sex with someone was too much fuel for Olivia's fire. Every time the detective saw Casey, all she heard was the redhead moaning, all she saw was Casey on her knees, dominated by some man.
"Excuse me? You're Detective Benson, aren't you?"
Pulled from her silent rage, Olivia looked up. A man dressed in an extremely expensive suit extended his hand, a grin plastered on his face. "Yes, I am. Can I help you with something?"
He smiled again, revealing a mouthful of large pearly white teeth. "I'm Michael. We sort of met about a month ago. Well, we didn't meet. You were in one room, and I in another. We were in Casey's apartment."
The hairs on Olivia's neck instantly bristled. "Michael," she repeated slowly, her voice dripping with venom. It was as if he had told her his name was Lord Voldemort.
He only continued to smile, and Olivia smirked inwardly at the reminder of the Cheshire cat. "Yep. Michael. I work over at Ledger Law. Casey and I met at a conference. Oh, she's gorgeous. She's a fine piece of ass."
"Excuse me?" Olivia demanded. "She's a what?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Do I need to speak in smaller words? I love having sex with her. And it was a bit rude of you to interrupt us." Michael smirked. "I'm just glad we happened to run into each other today so I could tell you that."
Olivia stood, her blood boiling within her. "Michael," she said slowly. "You might mind who you speak to. I don't appreciate you talking about a woman like a piece of meat. And as for your comment, I don't particularly care whether or not you approve of me visiting my best friend. That is my business. And if you hurt her, you will be my business too."
"Are you threatening me?" Michael asked, stepping closer almost inconspicuously.
"I don't make threats. I only make promises I have every intention of keeping."
The courtroom doors opened, and Casey emerged. "Oh, hey, Liv. What are you doing here?"
"I was just leaving," Olivia growled, escaping before she said something she regretted. Stabbing the elevator button for the parking garage, Olivia tapped her foot impatiently as the doors slid closed. Alone and infuriated, the detective could only shake her head. That little bastard was about to discover what happened to slime.
