So this is Chapter 2. Reviews would be great.
Casey looked down at the blonde sleeping next to her. If she listened hard, she could hear a faint snore coming from the other woman.
She smiled to herself. The perfect Alex Cabot snores.
When she first started working with the Special Victims Unit, Casey had gotten the impression that Alex Cabot was perfect. Everyone loved Alex, she could do no wrong. Yet Casey did everything wrong. Eventually, the detectives even grew to love her. Hell, they became her detectives.
Casey slid out of bed and pulled on some clothes, she took her pillow off the bed and left the room. Casey, herself, knew how hard it was to sleep after seeing what Alex had seen earlier that day. She didn't have the heart to wake the Assistant District Attorney from her finally calm, dreamless sleep.
Lying on the couch, Casey looked up at the ceiling. She wished she could be in Alex's shoes. The good, the bad, the ugly; she had a hunger she could not fill, a thirst she could not quench. She was thirsty and starving and continued to survive.
Casey awoke, hours later, to find Alex, fully dressed, sitting on her coffee table. She hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep.
"I'm sorry," Alex said, as Casey sat up.
"For what?" Casey asked.
"I should have left last night, after we-"
Casey pressed her index finger to Alex's lips, cutting her off. "Did you sleep well?"
Alex nodded.
"Then you have nothing to be sorry for," Casey said. "I remember what it was like to just need to forget."
"I never thought it'd be so hard coming back," Alex said, after a long silence.
"Yeah, try leaving after five years," Casey said.
Alex smiled at the redhead, sympathetically.