Author's Note: Hey everyone. I am very sorry for not updating as much as I used to. I have been so exhausted lately and having quite a bit of writer's block. But I'm back now. I also wanted to let you know that "The Mystery of Love" is NOT going to go unfinished. For those of you who have read the most recent chapter, please just know that my girlfriend is writing the next chapter for me, and once she does everything will be back to normal. Thank you for understanding!

By the time Casey got home, it was after midnight. After a day packed with meetings, hearings, and paperwork, the redhead was craving a long, hot bath. Making her way into the bathroom, Casey undressed and filled the tub three quarters of the way with hot water. Slipping in, she propped herself up and closed her eyes, enjoying the peace.

A loud knock on the door startled her. "Just a second," she called, wondering who would be here this late. Grabbing her favorite pale pink robe, Casey pulled it on, cinching it tightly. The knocking resumed. Casey peeked through the peephole once she got to the door, then unlocked the chain and opened the door. "Hi," she cautiously greeted her visitor.

Olivia smiled softly. "Hey," she replied. She glanced at Casey's robe, which, Casey realized too late, revealed most of her chest. "I wanted to apologize for earlier. You did the right thing. Should I…." Olivia pointed behind her. "Go?" she finished.

"No, you can stay," Casey answered quickly, hoping the detective didn't think of her as some sort of stalker. She stepped aside and held her breath as Olivia entered the apartment. "You didn't have to come all the way across town to say sorry."

Olivia shrugged and sat on the couch. "I was in the area. Do you have a secret lover awaiting your return?"

"No. Why?" Casey asked, wondering what kind of question that was.

"You're wearing a bathrobe that clearly has nothing underneath."

Casey blushed scarlet red, pulling her robe more tightly around herself. "I didn't have time to put anything else on," she croaked. "I was taking a nice, relaxing bath."

Olivia smiled. "I see. I have an idea. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of fighting. How about we break out the cards? We can play a game of poker, and the winner gets to ask the loser anything."

"Okay," Casey agreed, only half knowing what she was agreeing to. What was it about those chocolate brown eyes that made her self control evaporate like steam from a boiling ice cube? She knew Olivia would never want her, so why bother having feelings for her? Little did Casey know that the thoughts in Olivia's head pretty much mirrored her own.