First and foremost, dedicated to anon! Not the many nice ones. The one that's AO and constantly bashes anybody that's not. Well, anon, here's a Casey/Olivia story, dedicated to you! I hope you enjoy!

Part two of my weird trilogy series. Ironically, the first part of this chapter- the first part of my trilogy written- just sat on my computer for over a year, never being looked at until I finally got inspired to continue writing. Then, after some more changes, it finally evolved into part two. So, 'arguement fluff'- yes, misspelled, and what I saved the document as because all it was for the longest time was just the argument between Case and Liv, now named 'It's no contest'- yes, I finally came up with a title better than that Hunger Games one…

One last thing: People who write the AP Chemistry exam can go off and fuck themselves. That is all.

Chapter 1

"Aww, you're so cute when you treat me like God! For the last time, I. Can. Not. Get. A. Warrant. Based. On. No. Evidence!" Casey shouted, slamming her hand down between each word for no effect.

"No evidence? What the hell do you think this is?" Olivia shouted back, pointing furiously at the powerpoint projection of their DNA evidence.

"I think it's some DNA! Does that mean it's Mr. Clark's DNA? No! And, more importantly, I can't say to a judge, 'I'm sorry, Your Honor, my detectives don't care enough to get me some real evidence, so how about you just sign this warrant and do their dirty work for them, eh?' I could probably get fined contempt of court that!"

"Oh, well god knows you could pay the fine, we all know how little money you spend on clothes!"

"Hey! I already told you, the road's to my place were blocked because of the weather! I was already wearing the purple skirt and all I had at my office was that green jacket. What was I supposed to do?"

"Well I don't know, Limer," Olivia started to sneer, but was interrupted when Elliot jumped in between the two women before it came to blows.

"Hey! Both of you, calm down! Benson, lay off Novak, she's right, this isn't enough evidence for a warrant. And Counselor, no need to throw a fit, we're just grasping at straws here! No need to start World War three over this!"

Olivia and Casey both glared at each other for a moment before Olivia snarled, "Well, if she wants to get a warrant, why doesn't she just do that little dance you did at the bar last night, we all know judges like prostitutes." With that last cruel remark, Olivia stormed out of the lab, smirking at Casey's frantic attempts to lunge at her.

Elliot held Casey back, wincing as her high heels dug into his feet. "Hey, Case, stop! Stop it!"

"Let me go, Stabler!"

Elliot grimaced, then whirled the ADA around and pinned her back against the wall, glaring into her green eyes. "Let me talk to her! Come on, Casey, we all know you can't afford your third strike."

"What. Third. Strike?" she screamed. "I haven't even got a first strike! Is today National Character Assassination of Casey Day?"

"All right, I'm sorry, bad time, I know," he promptly apologized, glancing over his shoulder nervously in case Olivia decided to come back with some other derisive comment. "Look, I'll go talk to her- and while I know how appealing the prospect of beating her with a bat sounds, I'm sure you know I could handle her easier with a gun, right?"

Casey glared at him, then practically snarled, "24 hours, Stabler. I am giving you 24 hours. Then I will raise up such a screaming, biting, clawing cat fight with Benson in which it's me, her, and my bat at war I'll send all you fancy NYPD cops running for cover." She gave him one last cold glare before turning on her heel and storming from the room, leaving the lab techs staring after her, open-mouthed.

Ryan whistled and murmured to Elliot, "Hey, do you sell tickets to these things? Because you could so make money doing that- seriously, put an ad up online- two hot women cat fighting, bat-wielding lawyer versus butch cop, see how many seats you sell-"

"Look, I'd like to live long enough to see the outcome of the fight. If you want to risk death by advertising this, you go right ahead, although my money's on Casey. You haven't seen what that girl can do when she's mad, but let me tell you, it's scary as hell. I think it even made Fin scream, although that may have been because he was turned on. "

"That's it, you tail Olivia, I'll tail Casey, and when the two of them meet up again, let's pray it doesn't wind down with an anticlimactic apology and instead ends up with a really cool fight scene. I'm not missing this, not even if my boss calls me in on double overtime, my girlfriend wants to have dinner, and my sister shows up and tells me she's pregnant."

Sighing quietly and rolling his eyes, Elliot turned and walked off to find Olivia, still chuckling under his breath. This was one gonna be one hell of a long day.

Casey stormed up to her office and slammed the door, half-wishing it would fly off the hinges. She muttered incoherent curses and insults under her breath as she stomped to her desk and roughly shoved some of the files on the floor, then a law textbook, which had to fall right on her foot. "Son of a-" she hissed, hopping on one leg as she cradled her sore foot in her hands. She waited until the pain subsided to collapse into her chair and close her eyes, trying to relax.

The whole fight with Olivia had started last week. The two were secretly dating, with only Elliot knowing about their relationship- they had want to keep it quiet, unlike last time. Olivia had been walking her home after work and trying to get her to accept a protective detail...

"Casey, I'm not kidding, Hector is dangerous! When he made that threat against you, it wasn't a harmless comment over tea, he meant it! He wants to kill you, Casey, and he-"

"Is in prison and can't hurt me. Seriously, Liv, you don't need to freak out over this. I've gotten death threats before. It's no big deal, really, I-"

"No big deal? Yes it is! Getting death threats is never 'no big deal'! And when have you gotten death threats before? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you would freak out like this!" Casey shouted, stopping in her tracks and turning to face Olivia. "Look, Liv, I get how being protective is, you know, your thing, but stop it, all right?"

The detective glared at her, shaking her head unhappily. "All right, then, Casey, if you're so smart, tell me how that potassium cyanide got into your office because of Hector? Do I need to remind you that it almost killed you?"

Casey wanted to slap her right then and there. "I was taken by surprise! I'm being more careful now!"

"Just... please, Casey. I don't want to lose you."

"Olivia, you're not going to lose me. I can take care of myself."

Olivia snapped, "Oh, really? What about when Milan Zergin broke into your office and attacked you? What about then, Casey? You sure took care of yourself real good then!"

Casey's response froze on her lips as she stared at Olivia in shock. That was something they never discussed, mostly because of Casey's silent plea not to. She couldn't believe Olivia would throw it back in her face, least of all like this. All she could choke out was, "Go to hell, Olivia!" She turned and ran down the sidewalk, ignoring Olivia calling her back.

She groaned, running a hand through her hair and wishing she could take it back. Casey knew the reason she had reacted like that was because she was sill dealing with the nightmares, paranoia, shame, and fear from that night. The attack was only two months ago, she kept telling herself it was all right to still be scared... but it would have helped a hell of a lot to have someone else tell her that.

But after Olivia had stayed with her in the hospital and then taken her home and refused to leave until she was completely recovered... well, Casey just didn't want to ask for more help then she had already been given. She hadn't want to bring up the subject.

And just after their fierce fight over Alex, too. As the sole condition of taking her back, Casey had warned her that if Olivia hurt her again, that was it. No more second chances.

But then, she had just thrown it out there, the root of why she couldn't get over it- and Casey was sick of it. Being with Olivia had only ended up hurting her. Did she really want to set herself up for just more heartbreak by taking Olivia back?

Olivia groaned as she ran up the stairs to the roof, hoping Elliot would have the good sense not to follow. She knew Casey was completely justified in everything she had said back there and then some, but she was still angry... more at herself then the ADA. They had never talked after their fight, though Olivia had tried to find her later that night, to no avail. The moment those words had slipped out of her mouth, she had wanted to take it back, especially when she saw the hurt on Casey's face. But whenever she tried to talk with the ADA, she was cold and unfeeling, willing only to discuss what was necessary for work, and then she would find her escape.

She sighed, leaning against the railing and staring out into the city. It was cold and dark, just like Casey. Olivia wanted her back, but, honestly, after what she said, there was no hope for that at all.

"Olivia? You up here?" Groaning as she searched around for a place to hide and finding none, Olivia turned to face Elliot as he hurried out of the stairwell. "Oh, there you are," he said once he'd spotted her.

"Yeah, here I am." Olivia turned around to face the city again, hurriedly wiping a few tears off her cheek and hoping Elliot wouldn't notice. "Why exactly did you follow me up here?"

"I wanted to check on you, make sure you were all right... and Casey made me," he admitted with a small chuckle.

"Really?" she asked, forcing a bland, uncaring tone into her voice, trying to hold back her fluttering nerves. "What'd she say?"

"Just that I had 24 hours to get you straightened out before she came and did it yourself... Olivia, you two have been at each other this entire week. I think it's pretty obvious you two broke up... what happened?"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity. "I said the worst thing I could have ever said to her."

When she didn't continue, he said, "Come on, Liv, I'm sure it wasn't that bad..."

"Wasn't that bad?" she exclaimed, whirling around to face him. "Wasn't that bad? Elliot, I told her- I told her… I was trying to get her accept a protective detail with all that Hector Mason mess last week and she told me she could protect herself, and I threw Milan Zergin's attack back in her face and basically told her it was her fault! I'm the one who left for coffee thirty seconds before he came up there, I'm the one who left her alone, who couldn't move to save her when I saw her bleeding on the floor, but I blamed her? She already finds herself at fault for that night, even though she's blameless- me telling her that is just going to make her feel worse! She tries to hide it but I know she has nightmares, I know she's still scared- I can see it in her eyes whenever someone approaches her from behind! And that's fine, it's only human that she's not back to normal, but how I could tell her it was her fault?"

Elliot shook his head, grabbing her by the arm when she turned away from him and swinging her away from the edge, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Olivia, it's not her fault, but it's not yours, either. When you left, all you thought was going to happen was a flower delivery. You had no idea he was going to hurt her. And, second of all... talk to her, Olivia."

"I can't! Every time I try, she finds some excuse to get out of it! I want her back, but... after what I told her, I don't deserve her. She said no more second chances, and-"

"Hey, stop it! Yeah, what you said was wrong and probably did make her feel horrible, but you know it and you want to apologize! ...Look, let me talk to her. I'll try and convince her to hear what you have to say, all right?"

Olivia just shook her head and turned away from him. "Knock yourself out, Elliot, but it won't do any good. Casey already gave me a second chance, and I… I blew it."