A/N: I update this story so quickly because I write it as if I am watching it on a huge ass flat screen. It just flows subconsciously I guess *shrugs*And because I am sick, and this is the weekend. It won't be like this during the week. This one's slightly longer.

Olivia couldn't help but smile as she and Casey sits by her desk to finish her files. She never gets that type of reaction with Elliot- though the two shouldn't be described on the same level. When Elliot is aroused it is always the same. He always sprouts the same length, feels the same in hardness, whether she's dancing heavily with him at a party, or down right screwing him senseless. But with Casey she sensed her heat when her hand was on her knee, but when she caressed her thigh Olivia literally felt the initial gush of the ginger's arousal and it nearly made her head swim.

That must've been how guys feel.

But she shakes that away and focuses on her paperwork. It seems that Casey is having one of her mood swings and she doesn't feel like dwelling into an argument when she is tired. But she couldn't help who she feels right now. How her left hand feels right now. Elliot loves her but he doesn't burn for her like Casey did. Elliot grunts in approval when they are intimate but Casey makes a full out helpless, whimper when her hand is up her legs. She finds herself unconsciously running the event in her head, biting her lip when her tongue grazes the column of the ginger's neck.

Damn it!

It only stops, or dulls, when the ringing sound of Casey's phone brings her back to reality.

Thank god for technology.

The A.D.A. appears to be cheerful by whatever message she receives but it disappears within her frown as she settles back into the word Olivia has given her.

Olivia eyes her for a moment and wonders why the sudden mood. Why the sudden funk if the A.D.A just prosecuted a renowned diplomat? She's probably just on edge, sexually frustrated like Olivia is.

And Olivia knows how to make her feel better; she smirks wickedly at her thought.

"Hey," she drawls, her voice deep, as she lifts from her computer chair to sit on the edge of her partner's desk, eyeing the despondent ginger. "This'll all be here tomorrow."

"No it won't," is her flat reply, eyes never leaving her computer.

Olivia furrows her brow at that and she tries to shake the hurt off, but doesn't dare let it show in her clenched jaw. Weakness is not a trait of Olivia Benson, but she has to admit that was kind of cold.

Fortunately relentlessness is one of her factors. "C'mon," she tries again, rubbing the ginger's shoulder. "I think you know today's date," her smirk widens and her brows waggle as she runs her fingers through the ginger's red mane. It is different than Elliot's short, thin hair. She rather enjoys feeling the cool, thick yet soft, tendrils of the A.D.A's mane within her fingertips.

But apparently the ginger still appears not amused. "I believe the day is on your computer, my computer, your phone, my phone, and even on the manual calendars, people who still uses them."

This time Olivia growls, fingers still buried in red curls, and she frowns down at the woman who looks up at her. "This is about the whole taxi thing-"

"What taxi thing?" is her sardonic reply "It was just a joke right? A big, fat joke." She shakes the detective's hand out of hair and turns back to the computer. "Now let's get back to work."

"I don't want to work!" she whines out, frustrated that she sounds like a spoiled teenager.

"Then you should consider a career change."

Olivia huffs out an aggravated sigh as she charges up on her feet. She hates women! How they could be so damn probing when they want to be, then be so damn secretive when the time is completely wrong! How the hell did men deal with them, her, better yet, how the hell were there lesbians in this world!

"Casey need I remind you that we agreed for this to be simple harmless fun? You're not making it fun with your whining!"

"Says the straight- and I use that term very loosely- woman who is jumping up and down because I won't like her pussy?" she arches her brow as she stands up with her arms crossed. "That's a real laugh, detective."

Olivia outwardly flinches at that. She doesn't know why she is offended, what Casey is saying is the truth, but something about Casey calling her out on that, able to stop her dead in her tracks like that shows that she is way too close. That she could get closer. Maybe even find her heart.

Eyes immediately leaving, Olivia about-faces and heads toward the elevator, not knowing where to go exactly, but she needs to leave, escape Casey, escape the inevitable.

When pressing the elevator button she hears heels stomping behind her and a hand on her shoulder. Olivia lets out a sigh and turns around to find apologetic green eyes gazing back at her.

"Liv please don't go," she says, her voice just as meek as her expression. "That was really uncalled for, and I…between the cases and…other things going on I guess I am little on edge and I shouldn't have taken out on you." She's begging again, that's nothing different about Casey- she always wants Olivia to stay- but it's something different, different how the ginger looks up in space rather than the detective's eyes like she usually does.

She seems lost.

Olivia nods understandably at that. She wants to tell her that she is also sorry. Sorry for being a total insensitive bitch in the cab, but she doesn't- couldn't. She doesn't trust the strength of her voice, especially looking in those green eyes that seem so sad as they gaze in the distance.

But she shakes her head as she runs her fingers through her chestnut locks. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," is her response. Her quick, automated, response that makes a brow arch. "I just…" And for a moment Olivia thinks Casey will admit her true issues of her despondence, but her eyes flicker back at the detective's and she sighs. "Let's just get back to work…please?"

Olivia narrows her eyes. For some odd, compelling reason she wants to know what's bugging Casey and to help her feel better, but she lets out a sigh as well and nods her head.

She'll get nowhere probing.

Olivia could barely focus watching the ginger type away. Casey has gotten eight text messages within thirty minutes and for that moment she looks happy, at bliss, until she moves from her phone and shifts back to the computer. So that left Olivia to one conclusion.

"Girlfriend?" Olivia asks curiously, lifting her eyes from her file.

"Huh?" Casey mumbles distantly, looking at her with surprised eyes.

It makes the detective smirk a bit. "Girlfriend? The person that got you all googlily eyed over there," her smirk widens as she watches the blush rise along the ginger's cheeks- matching her scarlet mane.

"Uh…no," she chuckles, shaking her head.

"Some lucky girl obviously wants your attention," Olivia chuckles as well, eyeing the phone. It's only when she watches that smile, a smile she thought is sheepish and kind of cute, falls into a slight pout as she gazes down at her phone that makes Olivia mirror the expression.

Did I say something wrong?

Again she doesn't respond and settles back on her work, with her eye glancing up every now and then.

Something's wrong.

The ringing of Casey's phone snaps the attention out of both of them. "Hey."

The word that slips from her mouth is casual, but the scowl on her face and the monotone she uses equates the brisk "Novak" when she answers professional calls.

Apparently she's not interested.

"Yes I am…no…now?" Olivia furrows her brow but tries not to be nosey, but her eyes couldn't stay off the ginger's frustrated scowl. "You said you were coming tomorrow…because I am at work…"

Whoever Casey is talking to is really annoying her. And Olivia couldn't help the growl that roars from her throat.

"No…no I didn't say that…of course not!" she hisses out and Olivia could see the ginger trying to control her anger and Olivia isn't coy anymore. Her eyes never leave the A.D.A, but Casey is too focus on the phone to notice her strong gaze on her.

"Fine…you think I don't want to see her now?"

Her?

"Fine…fine then bring her to the precinct. Of course she's been here before." Casey looks like she might explode when she screams "Obviously she wasn't in an interrogation room!"

That's when Olivia takes initiative and stands to Casey's side to rub her shoulder, making sure she is okay. Casey looks up at her, a look of shame and embarrassment on her face and Olivia couldn't help rubbing her cheek.

Casey's face flushes and she says "Fine. I'm not all for bullshit right now, either" and hangs up, raking both hands through her hair.

She is silent and Olivia just looks at her, ready for the ginger to reveal her secret- like everyone else does- but she remains silent and she returns to her work. She's come to realize that Casey is really a private person, as herself, and perhaps she's not as open and easy and pathetic as she thought she is.

The more you know right?

Twenty minutes passes and the ginger hasn't said a word. Her mind is clearly somewhere else. Her hands are clearly only there for typing, and her brain is meant to only function on the work in front of her. It makes Olivia sigh at that. She really wants to break the mysterious person who hurt the A.D.A. But that will mean that she cares, which she doesn't!

But all of that changes when the ginger's eyes widens at something behind her, making the detective do the same when she saw her.

There she is, vibrant red curls bouncing in two pigtails. Small freckles adorn her high cheekbones. Blue sharp eyes electrify the room as she walks in with all smiles, with her hand enclosed with a taller man; older, clearly aggravated and successful with his business suit. She's so little, maybe three feet, four. Who is she?

"Mommy!" she squeals, abandoning the man to run and jump in Casey's arms.

Then Olivia sees it. She sees the same clean cut dimples in her small cheeks. The soft giggle that radiates from the both of them is identical. The wild flames of red adorning her face. The nose, the pale skin, she now sees it. She was…she has a daughter.

"Hi sweetheart!" Casey truly looks happy and Olivia couldn't help but furrow her brow. She's been in Casey's office before yet she doesn't remember a picture of the little girl. But then again she keeps a picture of her schizophrenic ex, Charlie, in her last drawer. She obviously hides things that are important to her. Or that shows vulnerability…

"How was your day, honey?" Casey exclaims with a smile, putting the girl on her lap.

"It was good. I played with Brittany before I left, you know Brittany right?"

"Of course. Your bestfriend."

"Uh-huh," she nods with a smile. "We jumped rope, then watched Yo Gabba Gabba, then we watched her older brother play polo, and we drew pictures. You wanna see them?"

"Of course I do," Casey smiles as she slides her small arms out of the Dora the Explorer bookbag, and the little girl opens her bag and takes out pictures.

Olivia smiles at the joyful expression on the ginger's face as the little one coos over something she drew. It must be nice…

"So what else did you do today?"

Before the ginger answers the taller man, who is still stiff and silent, walks over and answers "Telling me how much she misses her mother."

She could see Casey clench her jaw as she looks up at the taller man, but she sighs, for the little girl's sake, and mumbles. "Hello, Trevor."

"Casey," is his brisk reply.

Olivia sees that this man is clearly wealthy, perhaps a stock broker, or maybe another attorney. He seems reserved, his piercing blue eyes lay cold on the ginger. But as Olivia looks up at him, and then at the child, looking at her eyes, she could see that this man is clearly the father.

Casey's ex…

"I told you I was working," Casey says her green eyes cold on his.

"That's a shock," he sarcastically replies, casually slipping his hands in his black slacks.

Casey looks like she wants to rebut, but she shifts her eyes to the detective's with an unsettled expression. "This is…this is Emily, my daughter."

She looks awkward, unsettled, but Olivia doesn't know why. She shouldn't be ashamed of her kid. She is adorable, after all.

"Hi Emily," Olivia smiles brightly at the little girl with a wave.

"Hi," she mumbles before she settles her face into her mom's neck.

"She's shy," Casey grins before she tilts her head at the mini ginger. "Emmy, this is Olivia. She's a cop, you know."

The little girl looks up at her mother, before she settles her piercing eyes on Olivia. "Really?"

Olivia makes a soft smile at the little girl as she stands up, making sure to display her badge and gun. Kids seem to be so fascinated with them.

And the little girl's demure demeanor brightens as she leaps from her mommy's lap and runs behind the desk, to look up at the detective with adoring eye. "You're a cop?" she giggles, playing with the hem of her pink dress.

"Detective," Olivia corrects amusingly.

"What's the difference?"

Besides the salary change and difference in rank, Olivia thinks the little girl wouldn't like that answer. "We get to wear our own clothes," she smirks down at the ginger who giggles up at her.

"Can I touch your gun?"

"Emily," Casey replies sternly, and Olivia quickly intervenes. "Well, I protect people from bad guys. If I give you my gun, then I will be a bad guy. Now who will protect the city?"

The ginger looks down, her small features looking determined to rebut the claim. Just like her mommy. "That makes sense," she says after a brief pause, and a small grin.

She feels Casey's eyes on her and Olivia looks up and gives her a quick wink.

"We need to get going," the father says briskly, keeping his eyes on Casey.

"Wha- no!" The little girl petulantly whines. "I wanna stay with my mommy!"

"Your mother is working," is his blasé reply. "She doesn't have time-"

"Trevor!" Casey growls, charging up to his face. "Don't make me the bad guy. You came a day early. I can't just snap my fingers and make my work go away despite popular belief!"

The two of them go at; not enough for police attention, considering a child is present, but enough to show the two of them knows how to cut wounds when necessary without alarming their daughter. Olivia looks down at the little girl, whose head is down but she couldn't hide that pout, but doesn't seem surprised by her parents' reactions. It seems her parents make a habit of this around the little girl.

Not today.

"Casey I think I could handle it from here," Olivia says, tilting her head at the workload. It isn't true, she still needs a second set of eyes, but Casey deserves time with her daughter.

The ginger apparently doesn't believe her as she eyes the massive files on the conjoined desks. "Liv that's a lot of-"

"Go on," Olivia smiles, walking up to rub her shoulder. "Spend some time with your daughter…"

The look in the ginger's eyes spill relief, and joy, and thankfulness all in one. And Olivia couldn't help the smile growing on her face when Casey mouths "Thank you."

Olivia only makes a smile and returns her attention to despondent little girl.

"Ready to go, Emmy?" Casey smiles down at the girl, who immediately jumps for her joy, and giggles hysterically in her mother's arms.

Before the family begins to walk away the little girl waves and says "Bye Olivia" and Olivia feels her heart tighten. That's what she wants right there; a little bundle of joy to love, to love her, everything. She wants to prove that she could have a normal child from the Benson bloodline. That one isn't filled with violence, or alcoholics. She suddenly feels an attachment for this girl, and that's unhealthy. She is Casey's child. And she didn't want anything involving the ginger's life.

Or did she?

A/N: If you read my first story, The Cracks Within, you would know I named an OC Emily with the same description. Well there is no crossover of any kind, and it was coincidence. Review for a new chapter.