Three days.
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72 hours.
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4,320 minutes.
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259,200 seconds.
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Three days, eighteen hours, twelve minutes and twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen... seconds had passed since Casey Novak last saw her girlfriend. And she was so...
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Fucking...
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Angry.
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The pitching machine's buzzer sounded in three short blows, warning Casey she had three balls left to bat the anger out of herself. She normally would have fed the big hunk of metal more quarters; she'd always carried a ZipLock full of them in her duffel bag. But, she was too damn restless to swing at an inanimate object all night, as was her usual contention. But now, she had a girlfriend to be content with even though she was currently inaccessable. Plus, there weren't enough baseballs in the universe that Casey could pretend were Linelle Andrew and knock them into oblivion.
"Jeese, what'd those balls ever do to you?" Elliot Stabler asked his seething red headed friend.
"They got Liv in trouble, the little fuckers."
Chuckling, Elliot stepped into the batting cage after the machine shut off and allowing Casey to step out so he could have a go.
"And here you are, damning them to hell. How long she in for it?"
"Too fucking long." She sighed a deep, drastic sigh only teenagers in the wringer could pull off.
Elliot paused in his swings, took a moment to really give Casey a once over. Her long, slender form sat slumped on the bench. Tired, and sore. Unable to sit up proudly without her other half. "You really miss your girl, don't you?"
A weary nod confirmed what he already knew. "It's Saturday night, Case."
Her head jerked up from inspecting her worn out shoes at that. "What?"
"It's Sat-"
"I fucking heard you, I know what night it is. What are you playing at, Stabler?"
"Shut up and I'll finish telling you." Eight seconds passed in silence.
"Stabler!"
"You're slow, woman! It's Saturday night, meaning Olivia's mom stays out til at least 11, which you should know considering how many weekends you're over there. It's only about 7:30 now, so if you want your girl, go get her!"
Dumbfounded at Elliot's blatantly obvious insight that she missed -again-, she jumped up off the bench. "I could do that. I could see Liv tonight! Stabler what would I do without you?" She crooned as she threw together the contents of her duffel bag.
"Go ape shit?"
"Fuck you!" Casey laughed.
"You're still slow, get outta here, Novak!"
"I'm gone!"
With that, Casey slung her bag over her shoulder and took off for Olivia's house. She wanted her girlfriend, and damnit she was going to have her.