Death takes the ADA, part 2
Disclaimer and author's notes: see part 1

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Casey Novak's apartment
2 months ago

- "Won't you stay?", she queried, puzzled at the Detective's actions.
- "No, I … I have to go", she replied in a low voice, not even turning around to face the younger woman.

Her back to her, she was picking up her clothes from the floor, following its trail from the bedroom to the front door. She got dressed and exited the apartment noiselessly.

In the bedroom, Casey heard the Detective getting dressed. Like she did every time. Strangely she hoped that would change, that she would stay with her once they were done.
But she knew it was not likely to happen.

She always came to her when the job was a little too harsh, when it hit a little too close: another raped woman, another mutilated kid, another destroyed family.
She would show at her doorstep in the middle of the night, face drenched with tears, hands clenching and unclenching furiously at her side, eyes not looking at her.

The first time, she had grabbed her hand in a death grip and without a word, closed the door behind her, kissed her roughly, hands roaming harshly all over her body, ripping her clothes from her, as she pushed them towards the bedroom.
There was no feeling, no caring, just harsh need, and unconcealed pain.
The pain she inflicted her both physically and emotionally, getting stronger every time.

But she couldn't put it to a stop. She didn't have the strength to deny the detective.
The tough New York cop she has been in love with for the past year. The one she would do anything for. And she was doing just that.
If those rough sex sessions were what she needed, she was willing to give them. Of course she could refuse but as sick as it sounded, she preferred being Olivia Benson's one night stand than imaging her with some nameless female.

As soon as she heard the front door close, she let tears run down her pale cheeks. Hugging her knees to her bare chest, she let her hand rest for a moment on the empty space beside her, before she wept until the sun came up.
Until she couldn't stand it anymore then she rode to the batting cages on her bike, always the first in the morning, and always the last at night.

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To be continued in part 3...
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