an: So, here's a filler chapter. I own nothing, no one, and I have no beta. Read away!

Who the hell does he think he is? She is not a play thing. No sir, she's not his booty-call and she will not drop to her knees at his say so, not if he's only going to drop her completely. She knows she's been used, and that had been okay in the past because she was using him as well. She had believed it to be that simple up until this point.

Now, she knows better. He only comes around when he's tired of his wife. And she's got half a mind to tell his wife that her husband is a two-timing bastard.

"Knock knock,"

Casey looks up to see her former lover's partner at her office door, leaning in. Olivia has timing, that's for sure, but she can't decide if it's good or bad. She likes to show up at what seems like random to pull Casey from her own mind.

Perhaps it's a good thing. Her mind is somewhat occupied with exaggerated anger and destruction.

"Hey. What's up?"

"I brought over those DD-5's you wanted." Olivia says, handing over the details of their previous case. Rather than leaving, she takes a seat.

"Thanks… Is there anything else?" Casey asks. She's slightly confused at the odd smirk the detective can't seem to hide.

"I want to know what's – or rather, who's – been keeping you so damn busy. So much so, I feel like I haven't actually seen you at all outside of work for weeks."

"As opposed to our nightly slumber parties filled with girl-talk and pillow fights?" She toys. "Are you suffering from separation anxiety?"

Olivia only rolls her eyes.

"What makes you think I'm seeing someone, anyway? I could just as easily be trying to catch up on sleep."

"I was just hoping you kind of found someone. I need to live vicariously through the younger."

Casey sighs in response, causing Olivia to lean forward in her seat.

"There is someone, isn't there?" The detective doesn't pry anymore for Casey isn't too pleased about the subject. Her curiosity can get the best of her, and when caught, she'll blame the cop in her.

"Was. He's married." Casey leans back. "It's done and over with now."

Olivia isn't sure what to think. She'd never have pegged Casey to be someone's mistress, nor did she believe it was possible for this woman to be even slightly upset about it. To be honest, she had never been able to picture Casey with anyone at all. And she'd like to offer advice but she doesn't know what it's like to be in such a situation, so she says nothing.

The detective has her morals, and this isn't something she'd fool around with. She knows Casey has her integrity intact, but being so loose? Well, she wouldn't be able to do it.

But, it's true. Casey Novak had been fooling around with some else's husband, and Elliot Stabler had been cheating.

Home, finally.

Her house smells of perfume and cigarettes. It's most likely the only trace of herself she's left in the place. Everything is still so white and new, as if in the two years she's lived in this house, everything is still untouched. She likes it this way. It's clean and neat, which in turn, allows her to feel the same.

But tonight, it's empty.

And she can't say she likes it this way.

She decides brooding over something bitter in a smoky bar is a good way to rid herself of this nagging feeling she has in her chest. If she could, she'd kick Elliot straight in the member. Never mind what hangs from it. She wants to hit the one good thing about him. Once his ego is destroyed Elliot Stabler would be, no more.

This is only something she toys around with in her mind, but if given the chance, she can't say she'd refuse.

Enough of him, though. She's had it with him.

And so she wears a flattering dress, one that's short and black with heels because halfway down the hallway to her bedroom, she decides she wants attention. She wants to be noticed and she wants a good time, no significant other attached.

Just her, a stranger, and a sturdy bed.

Ignore the "good" and "bad" of the situation. It isn't a part of the equation.