Just by the way: I explained it in my profile (although I don't think it makes much sense), but basically yeah I write about pretty serious stuff, and I used Casey as the main character in all of them. I know that may sound kind of weird, but it has nothing to do with her or anything weird like that. She's just the one I use when I apply these things to SVU, I don't know why exactly. Probably just because she's my favorite one, but I guess I'll keep that in mind and not use her for my next intense story, huh:) Sorry about that.

Reviews would be very much appreciated. :)

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As his hands roughly and viciously explored her vulnerable, trembling body, all she could do was try to shut it out. She felt his slimy hands running over every inch of her, and she couldn't do a thing about it. By the time he grabbed her and threw her on the bed she already had tears streaming down her face.

He stood over her as he unclothed himself, his gun never leaving his hand. The look in his eyes was one that showed no remorse. He grinned wickedly at her and laughed at her tears, ignoring her pleas as he rolled on a condom.

"Please, why are you doing this?" she choked through her sobs. "You have a girlfriend! You don't need to rape anyone!" she exclaimed, but stopped immediately once he leaned down and slapped her across the face.

"Shut up," he growled as he pushed his weight on her, pinning her legs with his. She struggled to push him off, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She writhed under his body, struggling as hard as she could to get him off of her.

She screamed as he thrust himself into her, laughing the entire time. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something—anything—else until he was done. She continued to struggle under him, trying with all her strength to get him off, but he had her pinned down and unable to move on the bed.

"Stop fighting me!" he screamed in her face as he pushed down harder on her wrists, shoving the gun in her face with his other hand. He finally pulled out of her, but remained on top of her. She closed her eyes as she lay still; the damage was done, it didn't matter what happened now.

She expected him to let her up after the first time, and was completely unsuspecting as he grabbed a rope from the table next to the bed and tied her already sore wrists to the headboard of the bed.

She lay silently as she heard him pick up a phone in the next room. She wanted to hear what he was going to say.

"Chris, hey, it's Eric. Look, what are you doing right now?" she heard him ask. She lay paralyzed in fear; she didn't even know what she would do if he called in another man to rape her after she had already been through the trauma once.

"Okay, look. No questions asked, I came to your house around 9:00 tonight. We watched Saw and Saw 2, drank beers, I crashed on your couch. Got it?" she heard him say. Her mouth opened widely in fear as she realized what he was doing—he was creating an alibi for himself. She began shaking in fear as she heard him reenter the room.

"Sorry about that, had to make a phone call," he smirked as he played with the gun in his hand as if it were a toy. She froze as he climbed back on top of her and released her wrists, which were already raw and beginning to bruise. She tried to sit up before he immediately pushed her back down and held her wrists down in the same position as before. All she could do was wait for it all to be over as he repeated the crime two more times before pulling her up and throwing her clothes at her.

She dressed herself in silence, silent tears falling down her face. She watched as he dressed himself then grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down the stairs. He pushed her into the car before getting in himself.

"I'm telling you right now, Casey, I'm in love with Olivia. I swear, you say a word and you won't know what hit you. Don't believe me if you want, but you won't live to see the next day. You have no evidence and I have an alibi. Say anything and you're dead," he snarled before pushing his keys in the ignition and starting the car.

"Olivia won't be so goddamn in love with you when she hears what you did," she snapped before she could stop herself. He turned toward and smirked.

"We'll see about that," he said as he pulled away from the house.

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"Hey Liv, you had a delivery," Elliot informed her as she entered the precinct. It was 9:30 the next morning, and she had only gotten home around 2:00AM. She felt terrible about not being able to spend the night with Eric, and made a mental note to call him.

Her thoughts were interrupted once she approached her desk, a huge smile appearing on her face. She reached into the beautiful bouquet of roses that sat on her desk and grabbed the shiny gold card. It read:

Liv-

Sorry we couldn't be together last night. Dinner tonight? I'll pick you up at work at 8:30. We have to talk.

I love you, Eric

She read it over for a minute. It was incredibly sweet of him to send the roses and the card sounded sweet as well, but the part that said "we have to talk" caused her to worry.

"Aw, that's cute," she heard from over her shoulder. She turned around to see Elliot standing directly behind her. She playfully slapped him on the arm, laughing.

"You jerk!" she exclaimed. "I hope whatever he wants to talk about isn't bad, though," she admitted.

"It's not," Elliot assured her with a smile.

"Oh shut up, you don't know that," she argued. He shrugged as he walked back to his desk and fell into his seat, lifting his feet onto the desk and sitting back in his chair.

"Liv, Munch and Fin just found something, get Novak on the phone and get a warrant to Jonathon Smith's house," Cragen barked as he left his office. She picked up the phone before Elliot interrupted her.

"Novak called in sick," he told them.

"Casey? Casey Novak called in sick? She came to work when she had pneumonia!" she exclaimed. Elliot shrugged.

"Yeah, well she did," he responded.

"Okay, call Branch and have him get someone else to get it." Cragen instructed before disappearing back into his office.

"I should make sure Casey's okay," she said as Elliot picked up the phone.

"Do it later, Liv. We have to get this warrant and get over there," he said.

"Fine," she responded as she waited for him to make the call.

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"Hey sexy," Eric whispered in her ear as he came up behind Olivia. She jumped in surprise as he gently wrapped his arms around her.

"Don't scare me like that!" she exclaimed as she brought her hand to her heart. He smiled as he grabbed her other hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Shall we?" he asked her. She smiled as she followed him to the car.

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"So what did you have to talk to me about?" Olivia asked him once they had finished their main course. He had been as romantic as ever the entire evening, and she was practically falling in love with him all over again.

"I want you to know, Liv, that I'd never do anything to hurt you. It was in the moment, I swear…" he began. She gasped.

"What are you telling me?" she asked coldly, withdrawing her hand from his. He gently grabbed it back and placed it between his.

"Last night when I drove Casey home she asked me to come up to her place, said she had something she wanted me to give to you. When we got up there she offered me some wine, so I accepted. I swear, Liv, she seduced me. We had sex, but I swear it didn't mean anything. She seduced me and I was weak. I was turned on and I gave in, but it meant nothing. I'm shocked that your best friend would do something like that to you, baby, but you have to believe me. I take full responsibility for doing something terrible to you, but she invited me up and seduced me…" he said with a sigh. His eyes began watering, and although Olivia wanted to strangle him at that moment, she could feel his remorse.

"Casey… Casey seduced you? She slept with my boyfriend? She knows how much I love you… that bitch!" she exclaimed.

"I know, Liv. I know, I'm so sorry. She should never have treated you like that. I shouldn't have either, of course, but I'm so sorry your best friend turned out to be that way," he told her as he rubbed her hand between his. She sat silently for a moment, processing what he had just dumped on her.

"Are we over?" he asked quietly. She wasn't sure what to do, exactly. More than anything she was furious with Casey. She realized that must have been why Casey hadn't come to work that day—because she was too ashamed to face Olivia.

"No," she whispered sullenly. He smiled weakly as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it gently.

"I'm still angry, though. You're on thin ice." she warned him. "However I do forgive you.."

He smiled as he stood up, pulling her with him, and gathered her in his arms.

She couldn't see the sick look of defeat on his face.

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Casey slowly entered her living room with a towel draped over her shoulders. She had taken nine showers since the night before, and she still felt just as dirty after each one. Her skin had gone raw and red from the scrubbing, but she couldn't force herself to stop. This was her job so she knew it was normal that she felt that way, but that didn't make it any easier.

She couldn't believe after all these years she had come to this point. She had let herself be raped. She had gotten in a car with a man she had just met, and she had allowed him to overpower her. And, worst of all, it was her best friend's boyfriend. She let her best friend's boyfriend rape her. She would never forgive herself.

"Casey, open this goddamn door!" she heard a muffled voice yell from behind her front door. She hadn't even noticed the pounding that had been going on at her door; she had been so lost in thought. She slowly trudged over to her door to open it.

"You seduced my boyfriend!? You bitch!" Olivia exclaimed as she stormed into the apartment. Casey's mouth fell open.

"What are you talking about!?" she cried.

"He told me all about last night, Casey, don't play dumb!" she exclaimed. Casey didn't even know what to say. She didn't know what Eric had told Olivia, but she knew that she had to tell her what really happened. He basically said he wouldn't rape her so Casey didn't think she was in danger, but she needed to know the truth about the man she was dating. However Casey couldn't bring herself to break Olivia's heart like that.

"You bitch, I know what you did! I just came here to tell you to stay the hell away from me, and stay the hell away from Eric. I'll see you at work!" she yelled as she stormed out of the apartment, leaving Casey stunned and unmoving from her spot.

She finally managed to take a deep breath and close the door before making her way over to her living room couch and curling herself into a tiny ball as she let herself break down. For one of the first times in her life, Casey Novak had no idea what to do.