Authors note: hey guys! Ok so this is my first fanfic, let me know if you like the first chapter and I'll post more for starters, this is TOTALLY casey-centric. I LOVE her. The first chapter doesn't start with a lot of casey, but I've got a TON of great ideas for this plot. Also, let me know if you want and casey/fin, casey/Elliot… ect. Who do u wnt for the judge/defense attorney. And btw caseys the redheaded hazel eyes pail girl we all love so Let me know what you want, and I'll write it. I aim to please anywho, here we go-

Disclaimer: don't own anything. Dick wolf can have my writings if he wants 'em; he could do more with them than me

POV: Amy

It was 10:34 pm. "come on!" I thought, "I have to wake up at 6 am!" I had a huge math test tomorrow at school, and I needed my sleep. But of course, today HAD to be the day that we got a new foster kid. And of course she couldn't be the kind who smiled politely and did what she was told. No, SHE was the kind who came in her with an "I hate life and you" attitude. She was a loudmouth, headstrong, annoying little red head who couldn't keep her mouth shut. But then, just as I'm trying to fall asleep, she decides to drop the act and break down crying. All I could hear was the little kid bslling her hazel eyes out.

"Christine", I called. No answer. "Christine", I called a bit louder. I heard a sniffle followed by her answer.

"ye-yeah?"

"i-um- h-how are you? Ya'okay?" I could almost hear her embarrassment.

"oh-i-um, yeah, im good. Its just, I got allergies. Its, um like, somethings in the air"

I almost felt bad for her. But hey, she wasn't the first foster kid to have trouble adjusting. And she wasn't the kind of person that I had any sympathy for. She had gotten me in trouble twice during her 12 hours and 45 minutes here. "ah, ya, same. Pollen and stuff. Just, let me know if you need anything."

"kay"

Maybe know that she knew how audible she was, she'd shut up so I could get some sleep.

POV: Christine

I hated this. I hated this bed, these ichy sheets, this hot room, the seven other stupid kids here, and most of all my stupid new foster parents. Paul and denise. I swear, they HATE me! They yell at me for EVERYTHING! Christine, you missed a spot on these dishes; Christine, you cant keave your shoes in the hallway; Christine, you need to help your new sisters with your group chores. I especially hated group chores. Me and the other 5 girls here had a few chores that we divided amoung us everyday: washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, doing the laundry, and taking washing the table before and after meals. I hate housework. HATE it! I wanted one home, one mommy. That's all I'd ever wanted-a mommy. Someone who'd always be there for me. I'd never known what had happened to my real mom. All I knew is that I wanted one.

CASEYS POV

"YOUR HONOR! The defendant kidnapped, raped, and murder several little girls! The people feel remand is more than reasonable!" Casey yelled. Of all the sick perverts she'd dealt with, she just couldn't handle kidnappers. They had no right to take a child from what was sometimes the most important thing in their lives- their parents. Kidnappers always made the pain and remembrance return.

"calm down miss novak" the judge replied, "remand will be granted; the defendant has no objections, correct?"

"correct." The defense attorney replied. "we believe that mr. saunders is not only a threat to himself but to others. He's mentally unstable. That's why we're pleading guilty due to mental disease or defect."

" your honor, the defendant was well aware of the crimes he was committing!" casey yelled, boarding an inappropriate-for-the-courtroom volume.

"so does that sound like someone who's sane to you, counselor? The attorney asked?

Casey looked at the judge with a look that said "is she kidding?"

"I'll allow it, buts lets watch ourselves" the judge said, suspifically eyeing casey.

As court was adjourned, casey's eyes met with 's, and its sent a chill through her soul. She hated kidnapper's – they made her remember her baby. The one that was dead. The one she'd never get to know. It the person at fault- a kidnapper. Just like the one she was eye to eye with right now. It took all she had not to strangle him right then and there.

"im looking forward to this, miss novak. I heard from a couple of friends that you're a pretty bad-ass lawyer. Tough on crime. Especially kidnappers. Whats with that? Some story behind it?" Jeffery saunders asked.

"go to hell" casey replied, still looking him in the eyes.

"I probably will."