Author's note: Well, to the few people who (hopefully) enjoy this story I have written the next chapter for you, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hmm, should I answer this sarcastically? nah. Let's just say I don't own it, and leave it at that.

It was dark outside. If you looked closely enough, you might even have been able to spot a star. The moon was waxing and shown iridescently from its spot up in the sky. It was also quite cold, all of the sudden. Casey found all this strange enough, but nevertheless she sat outside on the small balcony of her apartment.

It was cold enough that she had to rap a blanket around her thin body. The wind wasn't making matters any better as it pierced her skin, but nevertheless she stayed outside, for some inexplicable reason.

She would not, could not have heard his knocking on her door. But she'd half expected it anyways. She hadn't been at work in over a week, too numbed by recent events. She kept on asking if there were any leads on Olivia's 'killer', but got no answers. It seemed like everyone had given up on Olivia, everyone except for her.

His knocking grew louder, but she couldn't hear it. And if she could have heard it, she probably would have ignored it anyways.

But, there was still the fact that he had a key. And on a hunch, he assumed Casey was just ignoring his knocks, and let himself in. Her apartment was dark, and for a while he assumed she might be sleeping. He didn't like having to break into her house, but he had to check up on her. She could have been dead for all he knew, since she'd been avoiding work for so long.

Eventually her saw her out on her balcony and went to join her.

"Hi," he said simply.

She looked up at him, giving him a thin smile and managed to say 'hi' back.

"You need to come back to work."

"I don't care if I get fired."

"Yeah well, I do. Fin does. Elliot does, too. So does Cragen. We all care, and we all don't want to see some newbie lawyer replace you."

"I don't care Munch, I just don't care," she gulped. "I miss her, Munch. She was all I had. She's my best friend…and I mean, I can't just go and replace her. I have no one. I haven't dated anyone in so long, because who wants to be with a sex crimes lawyer? "

"I do." He said it before he could stop himself.

For a while she didn't replay, and Munch was unsure if she'd even heard him. The silence enveloped him, the truth sinking in at last; she did not and would not, ever want to be with some old man. With some ugly old guy when she was young and beautiful. He sat down beside her, ignoring his humiliation.

At last she turned towards him, the blanket rapped even tighter around her body. Her strawberry blonde hair was caught by the wind and Munch found himself tempted to brush it out of her face. "I…"

"It's fine, you don't have to say anything. I understand," he muttered.

"No, I don't think you do understand," she replied, then seeing his blank face she continued, trying to be brave. "Olivia gave you the key to my apartment for a reason, John." She looked at him meaningfully, trying to convey, without actually saying it, what she had felt all along. She liked Munch. It was just that simple. "I don't know if I miss heard you, and I think that I'm past the point of caring, really. It's just that I like you, I have a long time, and I want to be with you, too."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked softly.

"I…well, you can understand, can't you? How terrified I was of humiliating myself in front of you?"

"Yeah," he replied, a smirk beginning to form on his face. "I think I can." He leaned forward, towards her. He kissed her. It wasn't something passionate, or deep, it was all they'd ever really needed.

"Will you leave me, John?" she asked straightforwardly.

He smiled at her. "No…no I won't. I think now that alls said I done, I can't leave you. I can't let you out of my sight, ever. I think Olivia intended it to be that way."

She reached out for his hand. "I don't know if I'll ever see Olivia again. Honestly, I don't pray anymore, I stopped believing in God a long time ago. All I know is that for some reason, I don't want to lose you, too. And…right now, I need you. Right now I need you to give me something, so that I can never really lose you."

He looked at her questioningly, even though he thought he was beginning to understand what she was getting at. She surprised him by coming over and sitting on his lap. The blanket fell off her shoulders and she surprised him again as she was only wearing a thin tank top and boxers. She rapped her legs and arms around him. This time, she kissed him passionately.

He embraced her, kissing her back. Part of him told him to be the voice of logic. On some level, he knew they should have stop. But he couldn't bring himself to stop. He couldn't do that to Casey, not her.

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She awoke in her house, but most definitely on her bed. She was on her stone cold floor, completely naked. She could most definitely say that this was not what she'd expected. Munch lay beside, very much in the same predicament as she.

She moved in closer to him, trying to get warmer. She could have just gotten up and fetched a blanket, but instead found herself unable to ruin the moment.

He looked young when he slept. Certainly, he looked much younger than Casey had ever seen him. She kissed him on his forehead and he woke up, or perhaps he'd just been pretending to sleep all along. He smiled and rapped his arms around her shivering body. A part of him wanted to know how it had all happened so fast. One moment he was admitting to wanting to be with Casey, the next he was with Casey, naked.

It should have been carved into a tree somewhere, Casey and Munch went all the way. It should have happened a long time ago, when they were both young enough to still enjoy carving messages into trees. But it didn't. And yet somehow, it didn't seem to matter. All that matter was that they were together now, as they should have been all along.

The room shown with the mornings glow, for it was a fresh new day, a fresh new start to everything. But something else had changed. Whereas once there had only been two people, now there were three.

Author's note: I know, you're scared right now, you've just been faced with a story where Casey gets intentionally pregnant. It's a strange and unatural occurance for the fanfiction world, I know. But I just really wanted to make Munch a father, lol, I'm sorry, it was really tempting, I mean can you blame me?