It took everything Elliot Stabler had to suppress his rage. It wasn't enough this bastard had poisoned their ADA, but now her office had been vandalized.

It was weird, though. Everything had been turned upside-down. Her desk, the table, her chairs, everything. Whoever it was even managed to turned the bookcase upside down.

On the back of the room, there was a giant sheet of poster paper hanging up. Painted on were slightly ominous red letters, which read "Dear Casey, Thank you for everything. It was fun."

The techs were dusting the entire area for prints. So far, they had gotten very lucky in that part of the investigation. Different fingerprints were showing up everywhere. Elliot also took comfort in the fact that there was a security camera outside the room. It had caught Casey's assailant the last time, and hopefully it would this time as well.

"Elliot," O'Halloran called out, "You may want to see this."

Elliot walked over and found that the tech was holding a "Thank you" card. Elliot raised an eyebrow. What the hell was this guy trying to do? It had the picture of a little-girl smiling in a hospital bed, while colorful balloons around her read "Thank You!"

O'Halloran opened the card, which revealed a very formal red handwriting that read "Payback's a bitch."

Meanwhile, there were three coupons pinned inside. One was for an ice-cream place, one was Victoria's Secret, and the last was for a funeral home. Elliot could only stare at them, and try to figure out just what the hell they meant. If this guy was trying to send a message, it definitely wasn't a clear one, unless his message was "I want you to die of an ice-cream overdose while wearing a bra".

"What the hell is up with this guy?"

Casey stared at the ceiling. Olivia must have been gone for about an hour by now.

She looked at the clock.

8:02 PM

She sighed. Olivia had only been gone for ten minutes. Casey rested her head against her shoulder. She wished she forced Olivia to stay. Not because she wanted somebody to comfort her, but just someone to talk to. Of course, comfort in this situation wouldn't have been a bad thing.

Her head was starting to hurt from where she had hit her head, and she made a mental note to not be within head-hitting distance of corners when she was in trial. It was right above her mental note to not go to trail when she's not feeling well. With nothing else to pass the time with, all she had to do was focus on the parts of her body that was hurting.

"You'd think I'd be used to this by now," she mumbled to herself. She hated hospitals. She really did. Hospitals were where you went to be in pain, do nothing, and be a little loopy on morphine if you were lucky.

"You never get used to it," a voice said. Casey raised her head, and turned her head toward the voice.

It was the sleeping woman in the wheelchair, only she wasn't sleeping anymore. Casey wondered how long the woman had been awake.

She was bald, and had a scarf wrapped around her head where her hair used to be. Even her eyebrows were gone. She was small, and her bones could be seen through her skin. It was clear the woman was going through chemotherapy. Casey knew the symptoms all too well.

"So, you're the lawyer who fainted in court, right?"

Casey was slightly stunned by the woman's knowledge.

"How-"

"You're all the rage with the doctors," the woman said, interrupting the lawyer, "they've been talking to you for the past few hours. You hit your head when you fainted, you nearly died in the ambulance, and you had your appendix removed. It's all very fun and exciting stuff. It almost sounds like the plot of one of those stupid doctor shows," The woman's blue eyes twinkled, and a devilish grin crossed her face. Before Casey could say anything, the woman just said "You would be amazed how openly people talk when they think you're asleep."

Casey smiled. At least she knew she the hospital knew she existed.

"At least now when I'm alone for a few hours, I know I haven't been forgotten about."

As she spoke, Casey suddenly realized the last bit of information the woman said. The woman had said she pretended to be asleep. She looked fast asleep with Olivia was talking with her earlier.

"Were you asleep when-"

"Your friend was telling you about you begin poisoned? No. I'm pretty good at faking it, wouldn't you agree?"

"I guess," Casey responded, not knowing what else to say. Her jaw slightly dropped, and she couldn't hide how stunned she was at the woman's brashness.

The woman laughed at Casey's reaction.

"In my defense, I've been stuck at this hospital for the last three months. It gets boring."

Casey could certainly relate. She had only been awake for forty minutes, and she was already bored out of her mind. At least she was before this conversation.

It was then a male nurse walked in the room, and his attention quickly went to Casey's elder companion.

"Ms. Trudeau!" He exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" He walked quickly to the back of the woman's wheel-chair, and gave an apologetic look to Casey, saying "I'm sorry about her. She hasn't caused you any trouble, has she?"

"Nope." Casey said, smiling. It was a lie. The woman had eavesdropped on a private conversation. However, Casey didn't mind. It wasn't as if the woman would use the knowledge of her poisoning for evil purposes. Besides, her small conversation with the woman was enough to get Casey to forget about her rather serious situation.

"Let's take you back to your room," the male nurse said, in a tone that people use when talking to children.

"Oh, can it Michael!" The woman said, "No need to talk to me in that tone. The cancer is my breasts, not my brain."

As he wheeled her out, the nurse turned his head back around at Casey and mouthed "I'm sorry."

"How's the search going?" Olivia asked, as she walked into the precinct. In her hands, she was holding a tray coffee and a bag of Chinese food. Detectives Munch and Fin grinned at the sight.

"The woman brings life!" Munch exclaimed. Olivia sat on her desk, and placed the bag down, reveling five take out boxes.

"Take whatever one. They're all the same."

Munch grabbed a box a cup, and went back to his desk. Fin quickly followed.

"How's Casey doing?" Fin asked. Olivia gave a small smile.

"She took the news much better than I thought she would," she replied. Her face went serious again, as it was back to work, "So someone broke into Casey's office?"

"Yep," Munch said, "Elliot just finished up. He'll probably be back here in about ten minutes. They think we might get a finger print on the guy."

"If he's even in the system," Fin added.

Olivia nodded her head. So maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she originally thought.

"How about people who'd want to harm her?" She asked, "Anything that points to them?"

"Fun fact," Munch started, taking a bite of his dinner, "Did you know that four out of every seven criminals Casey convicts have threatened her on some level? And that's a significant decrease from the six out of seven who threatened her when she worked in White Collar."

"Suits don't like to lose their money," Fin stated.

Olivia sighed. At least they had a finger-print to go off of.

All they could do was keep looking through the files, and hope that the fingerprints would turn up something helpful.

"We've got a hit off the finger print!"

Olivia's head snapped up, and she realized she had fallen asleep on her desk during the night.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," Elliot said, handing her a cup of coffee. She gratefully took it.

"What's this I hear about a hit?" Olivia asked, taking a much needed sip of the caffeinated beverage.

"According to O'Halloran, the fingerprint on the card matches a Thomas Porter," Elliot said, handing a file to Olivia. Olivia eagerly took it, hoping that it might explain this whole situation.

"He was arrested a few years ago for solicitation of a hooker, but the charges were dropped," she read. That certainly didn't give them much for a motive. "He is currently has an internship at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office."

Olivia felt a weight come off her shoulders. This was definitely the news she needed. Later, she would go visit Casey to see if the woman knew why this "Thomas Porter" wanted to harm her.

"Let's go pick him up," Olivia bounced out of her seat, ready for this to all be done and said.

However, before the two detectives could leave, Cragen came out of his office and shouted, "Olivia. We need to talk."

The two could see from his facial expression that this wouldn't be good.

"I'll go pick up Thomas. You deal with that," Elliot said, and left.

Olivia sighed, as she walked into the office. She closed the door and took a seat. She examined her boss. He looked concerned. At least he wasn't mad at her about something.

"When you left Casey from the hospital, she was stable, right?" He asked. Olivia's stomach began to churn. She had a bad feeling about this.

"Yes sir," she replied. Cragen sighed.

"And the doctor told you he would call if anything in her condition changed, right?" Olivia nodded again. What the hell was he leading at?

"Yes," she said, "He said that Casey was going to make a full recovery, and he would call if something happened. What is this about?"

Cragen took a deep breath, and clenched his fists. He handed her a newspaper for that morning.

"Then what the hell is this?"

Olivia looked at the newspaper, and felt her heart sink. She gasped.

The front was covered by a photo of the paramedics taking Casey into the ambulance, and sure enough. However, it was the headline that got to her.

ADA COLLAPSES AT TRIAL, DIES IN HOSPITAL

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