Author's NoteHey People! Ok, so I know I should probably focus on updating my other stories first, but I keep getting ideas and I can't contain them all!

Disclaimer I don't own any of the following material. The characters are a copyright of NBC/ Dick Wolf. The plot's all mine though

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A bottle of champagne, dim lighting, your favorite Yankee Candle scent, and a few rose petals: that's how it all starts off. Then nine months later the love of your life just fainted at the realization of becoming a father while you sit through you 23rd hour of agony. But let's back track, shall we?

The date: Saturday, May 15th, 2010; time: 3:15 pm. The place: Saint John the Baptist Cathedral Manhattan. Olivia and Delilah- my best friend since law school- stand in front of me wearing light purple strapless silk bridesmaids' dresses while carrying small bouquets of white carnations. My father- Greguska (Greg) Novak- stands beside me in the M60 door gunner's uniform that got him asylum. I may be mistaken, but is that a tear I see fall from his eye as he gives away his only daughter?

Ahh, then I hear the music start to play as my almost husbands niece walks down the aisle with my nephew as they drop the petals of purple carnations on the floor. First Olivia walks down. Then, my maid of honor turns to me and says, "Don't sweat it, Case. He's a great guy, you're a wonderful gal, it's meant to be". I love Delilah. She gives me a hug and a smile as she leaves off down the aisle. Then it's just me and Dad.

"Casey, I love you so much. I like him. He seems nice. Just let me know if you ever need help with anything or if I ever need to kick his sorry ass" my dad says with a wink. I give him a kiss on the cheek and say "Thanks dad".

Then MY song starts. The classic organ played bride's march. My heart starts going a million miles an hour. I hate attention- but your wedding day isn't going to be a day where you can fade into the background. I take a deep breath- and my Dad's hand- and pace slowly down the aisle. People push out of the pews taking picture- who would have thought that so many second cousins of mine would want a picture of me in a long white dress?

The people clear out of the aisle as we come down and then I can see him- he stands there with that big, goofy smile on his face that accompanies the little imperfections he has that I just love- his almost too close together eyes; his big forehead or receding hairline- or maybe it's a little of both.

I feel light headed- this is so surreal. I can't believe that in a few minutes I'll be Casey Jana Stabler.

I finally reach the altar. My father whispers something to Elliot the joins Elliot's hand to mine and says "My blessings to you both- may you live wonderful, happy, fulfilling lives together". Aww, Dad. Don't be so sweet or I'll cry.

The priest is talking about matrimony and all that jazz, but I feel half sick from nervousness. My ears are ringing, the room is spinning, and the only thing in focus is his face. I hear him say "I do", so I decide to pay attention.

"And do you, Casey Jana Novak take this man, Elliot Joseph Stabler to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death should part you?"

"I do" I say confidently.

"Then by the power invested In me by the state of New York and by the Lord God, I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Elliot engulfs me in a huge, passionate kiss while people clap and whistle. Now that I think about it, the tradition of having your friends and family cheer for you to make out with someone seems kind of perverted, but I don't care- this is bliss.

We're all at the hotel now. They have a pretty big dining hall. Someone paid for open bar, so it's open season for my mom's side. It would be for my dads side, but the hotel doesn't have the kind of international ale they like.

We're dancing and talking to people and meeting people and all that jazz, and before you know it its 11 o'clock. Many people have already left, but we've got to say goodbye to the people who haven't. After that, me, El, and Liv head to Liv's house- conveniently 3 blocks away. We change into casual clothes and she drives up to the airport to make our 3:00am flight to Houston, Texas. From there we go to Los Angeles International. Then we arrive in Honolulu by morning. We check into our hotel on lanai at 10:30 and we grab some breakfast. We do the classic tourism stuff, and by nightfall, we cut back to the scene I started out with: champagne, dim lighting, my favorite Yankee Candle scent, and a few rose petals. The mixture equals Bliss in its purest form.

Just so you know, Kathy= no exist. I like the Stabler kids, but sorry, they don't exist either. Nor does the episode Cold. So yeah, pretty A/U.