Chapter 4
Alone in the kitchen, Casey tried to gather her thoughts and calm her rapid breathing. She had been close to loose it there, Olivia was just too damn close, to damn caring when she looked down at her with those caring eyes … she had enough of Olivia feeling pity for her.
"Damn" she muttered as she slammed the bottle of milk on the counter, shattering it in thousand pieces, "I'm stronger than this"
- "You ok?" came Olivia's tender voice from behind.
- "Yeah, just let the bottle down", turning around she met Olivia's concerned eyes, and unsure smile grazing her full lips. When she moved to clean the mess, Casey backed away from her, hoping to find a way out. When she headed towards the living room, Olivia didn't her allow to, blocking her path.
Instead, she leaned closer, invading her personal space.
- "What is it Casey?"
- "Nothing. I just want to get out of here"
- "Why?"
- "None of your damn business"
- "Like hell it is! You are my friend, I'm worried about you"
- "Don't. I am fine", she replied with an exasperated sigh, retreating into the kitchen, intending to clean the mess she made.
Standing behind her, Olivia took in Casey' behaviour: something was clearly up.
The young woman was clearly pissed, and her trembling hands proved her once more how exhausted she was.
- "Casey, you have interviewed enough victims to know that...", she was cut off by Casey's icy voice.
- "I am not a victim"
When she turned around to face her, Olivia faced a royally pissed off Casey Novak, one she has never seen before: jaw set, icy voice, nostril flatering, and angry glare. Not even when they happened to argue on a case had she seen her in such state.
- "Casey you …"
- "I am not a victim Detective"
- "Casey you were attacked …"
- "I've been beaten up by some wacko brother who couldn't stand humiliation, but I'm not a victim", she repeated, staring right into Olivia Benson's eyes.
They were standing toe to toe, their noses almost touching.
Reviewing quickly her options, Olivia decided to dive head first, Casey's behaviour slowly making sense.
Crossing her arms, frowning, she gave the young ADA an half smile.
- "So this is what it is all about"
- "What?"
- "You were attacked Casey, technically you are Milan's victim"
- "I am not"
- "Yeah I heard you before, you are not a victim? But I'm sorry to break the news to you ADA Casey Novak, but you are"
The slap on her cheek didn't really take her by surprise. She had expected it at some point, maybe not so hard but she did expect it, even wished for it.
It meant they were going somewhere.
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