Casey Novak had a mission. An easy one but not really necessary to accomplish save for her kindness and sometimes, unfortunate luck of coming across Cutter while she was on her way out. He had documents in his person and seemed to be in a rush, so out of having so much time in her hands, Casey bothered herself to ask.

She wished she didn't because before she could Cutter had dumped the files in her arms.

"On the way to see Cabot?" He'd probably judged that by the way she was walking and the files in her arm. Was she that easy to figure out? He answered his own question, "Perfect. Bring these to her to save me the arduous trip, thank you, Novak." He had one more thing to say, Casey could tell. "Also, nice hairstyle." And then left her vicinity as soon as he'd popped in it.

That was bizarre, Casey thought to herself. She couldn't do much complaining now and simply made her way to Cabot's office. She could vouch for the trip that it was not in any way arduous. Probably because she ignored the glances she was getting and the double takes everyone was doing to her.

It was the hair. It didn't take a genius to tell everyone was looking at her hair. God, she'd choose this over everyone just looking at her like she was anything less. Though simultaneously she wished they'd just stop having that judgmental look on their faces.

She arrives at Cabot's office. It was quiet, it was Alex. Two knocks on the door.

"Alex," Casey swung the door open. Alex had been organizing her files and looked up at the source of the sudden noise that erupted in her office. It had to be Casey Novak, of course. "I just stopped by here to hand you these files," She began, raising her other arm that had the files she originally intended to just bring. "And these, from Cutter, because I was a kind idiot passing him by the hallway, he dumped his little trip on me because it overlapped with mine." She chuckled.

But there was no response. Alexandra Cabot was never much for silence. Even Casey knew that. In Alex's defense she was too distracted by way too many things, and it bothered her even more because it only had one source: Casey Novak. Destroyer of Peace, particularly, within Alex's perfectly rational mind that does not take crap from anyone.

In all those words Casey had said, Alex didn't get a thing. Honestly, everything seemed so muted to her ears and all she could concentrate at was Casey's hair. It was…new. And it's urging impulses from Alex Cabot, the great Alex Cabot, who always had her composure in and out of court.

How could she cut it short? Right when she'd just gotten used to seeing Casey having something similar to her hairstyle, that one looked good (Cute, if she was being honest to herself). But this one, this unbelievably short one, it was too much. It framed Casey's face way too perfectly and—goodness forbids that not one person could find it hot. Because if someone needed to testify to its hotness level, Alexandra Cabot would willingly take the stand.

Casey looked at her, confused. Fuck. Alex could hear herself cursing inside her head.

"Alex?" Casey asked, still confused on where the attentive Cabot went in her mind and went as far as to step closer into her office, closing the door behind her. The noise the door made, although minimal, somehow knocked Alex out of her reverie. A stimulus not coming from Casey Novak.

Alex attempted to force a cough, buying herself time to put her thoughts in line. She just gathered herself, not noticing her 'what' sounded too small to hear. God forbid those lips, that face, in that hair. There was something eerily dangerous about Casey that she'd always, always felt. They were friends, they went out on drinks, they had a good rapport. They didn't…haven't…went over the line, per se. Sometimes their rapport was too good, as Olivia would remark because they were so not alike and it was unusual.

She was ice herself. Cold and patient. Casey was fire. She strides into a room with the battalion behind her, rage in her eyes and power in her footsteps. Raging hot and hazardous; unpredictable. Both equally as dangerous.

And Casey had done just that. She waltzed into her office like a woman on a mission and now she had this adorable clueless expression written all over her face and Alex can't find herself settling with it.

Unpredictable.

As if predicting Alex's train of thought, Casey just put the files down on her desk and sat on the edge of it. "What? You're looking at me like those people outside. Only worse." The redhead continued to examine her face. Alex gulped. Out of words, out of breath.

"Earth to Alex." No response. Alex had managed to part her lips open and somehow found herself staring intently on the other's lips. God. That hair. Too much.

"Oh my god, did I break you? Alex? Alexandra?"

Yes. Alex wanted so badly to agree but it seems her body agreed to disagree to just stay quiet.

Casey went on and on with rapid questions, then noticed that the other was looking hazily at her lips. Alex was in a trance; she didn't know how to process that information very well but certainly her incessant talk-before-thinking did, "Do you want to kiss me?"

It was a deliberate question that sprung out of deliberate circumstances and Casey covered her mouth the moment the words had come out of her—too late.

"Yes." It sounded too needy-not Alex. She'd mirrored Casey's reaction , scrambling the files on her desk, "Oh my god—that was meant for the question earlier—that one where—"

"Really?" Alex swore she could hear Casey asking her the question and she involuntarily nodded, though it was meant to be her attempt to speak up again. She couldn't do much of that because now Casey's lips covered hers. Her eyes widened but as it progressed she fluttered it close, only focusing on how Casey knew absolutely what she was doing and that it was too hot. Oh, fuck speaking up. Alex thinks to herself as Casey herself deepens the kiss.

Casey's hands find their way to Alex's face and pulls her closer to her. Was Casey still on the desk? She remembered hearing something drop, too many something, files probably. Alex found herself being pulled up from her seat, meeting Casey halfway up, her hands on the redhead's thighs slowly crawling its way up till she found it wrapped around her neck.

At some point, they needed air, so they parted. Catching up their breaths, panting. Honestly, Alex didn't worry much about oxygen now. All she could care about was her arms wrapped around Casey's neck right where they felt they should be.

Casey had spread her legs to accommodate Alex and was now sitting in the middle of her desk, their heights equal as opposed to usual. They both had no idea what they'd just signed up for but it felt like a shit ton of weight had been lifted off from their backs. Casey Novak kissed her, the only headline flashing in neon lights in Alex's mind. And a sub header, and she wanted to do it again.

Honestly, the last time something involved a desk, was the time she didn't want to remember and she very much want to replace that memory with something even better like Casey. Desk. And her.

"I'm back." Alex spoke up, her voice deep and husky, in an attempt to break the ice, which in her own opinion, was already broken when Casey Novak waltzed into that room in that hairstyle.

Casey chuckled, still not removing her hands from Alex's hips. Thank god she closed the bloody door. She couldn't afford an interruption right now, "Fuck. That was hot."

"No, you are hot." Alex retorted, earning another laughter from Casey.

Casey leaned closer to Alex's lips, "Next time, you can just tell me, Cabot."

"What, that you're hot and I probably want to do more than just kiss you right now?" Alex teased, her fingers trailing behind Casey's neck and hair. This hairstyle was going to be the death of her, really.

Casey looked at her for a few moments as if weighing in if she'll take the risk or not. "Maybe later, I really only had this time for a short trip." Her voice was still husk from the kiss, and it dropped an octave—again. Just like back then.

"Tease."

"Yeah, right." Casey gathered herself together and so did Alex. The desk needed fixing and Casey flashed her an apologetic look before leaving, "We're still on for lunch." She'd lingered on the way to the door and Alex desperately wanted to lock it again and do unspeakable things to her. Impulses—impulses, control.

Casey had a knowing glint in those eyes of hers and Alex knew it wasn't just going to be lunch.

"Yes."