3:13 p.m.
Clairie bell's cafe

"So I have to ask, through all this...What made you want to work with the s.v.u.?" Olivia asked as she sipped an iced tea.
Pheonix blinked twice before looking down at her menu. "To be honest I'm not sure, I just thought of the worst thing and then what I could do to make it better." Speaking in pure truth, Pheonix felt her face get a little flushed as she looked at Olivia, her red hair looked so silky, it was going to be hard resisting her. But how could Pheonix get involved with a co-worker. That was it, she would be a co- worker, nothing more than an acquaintance. Right? That's how it had to be or Pheonix would find herself in heartbreak city in a pitch black alley. Back against the wall with bullets lacing through her like swiss cheese. Again.

"Well for someone so young it's vary admirable." Olivia was so casual about their conversation, it was clear she had no intentions of anything more than friends. at least on the outside.
After their meal and a friendly conversation, Pheonix had to ask something that had been getting under her skin for some time. "Did it bother you about the two girls today? That they were together?" she clarified.
"To be honest no, I've never been with a woman but it has to be a refreshing opportunity, someday I might try it." She said causing Pheonix to choke on her drink. Coughing and sputtering in an embarrassed manner, the younger redhead looked up with a questioning look.
"If you were to...who would you have in mind?" She asked feeling her stomach flip.
"Not sure, I'll get back to you on that." Olivia answered with a smirk.

4:00 p.m.
16th Precinct,New York City Police Department

Returning from their rather pleasant lunch, Pheonix and Olivia came in with confidant looks, yet there was still plenty to do.
"Hey the girls are back, Did you get any more news on the family?" Fin was the first to speak up. He was holding a file of sorts which made the two curious as to know what he was up to.

"Sasha is still recovering but we haven't heard much from the doctors about Cassidy. They don't seem to hopeful she's gonna make it." Olivia informed. Though she cared, it wouldn't have appeared so in front of everyone else. This had to be because of her years of experience in the precinct.

"That smug pissy look on your face, you got some dirt on one of e'm don't you?" Pheonix guessed with a smirk as she was handed the file.
Scanning over the paper made her frown.
"Jason Harley. Arested for drug use, Breaking and entering, Selling stolen merchandise." It read much to her dislike.
"So you're going to look after this asshole right? Cause you're crazy if you think I'm doing it!" Pheonix said with a huff. The profile of the guy was laced with suspicion. Dark brown shaggy hair covering the guy's reddened eyes. Dark bags circling the drugged iris's.
"Actually he is, your tagging along. You need the extra time on field." Lieutenant Munch informed as he heard her protest.

"This is going to be a long day" Pheonix grumbled

4:40 p.m.
summer sun apartments, 472 Harlem.

Pheonix got out of the car with her hand placed on her gun. She didn't like the feeling this neighborhood gave her. There were people in a cluster that were muttering inaudibly, chuckling and high fiving. Approaching the group with unease, Pheonix cleared her throat so they would be aware of her. "Do you know a Jason Harley?" She asked holding up the picture from the records before she saw one guy look away. The teens gathered around the picture and nodded. "Man his mugshots look ten times better than his brother's." One noted with a seemingly prideful smile.

"Yeah were gonna need to know were he is." Fin said with a rather stern voice, though it didn't sound to different from his normal voice.

"N-No problem bud, what the hell did the guy do?" One of the boys asked as he pointed to the fifth or sixth floor of a set of apartments.

"We just need to ask him some questions, have you been with him the past few days?" Pheonix gave a visible smile to show she meant no harm if they were relaxed. The boy talking to her, though hanging out in such a terrible place, with terrible friends seemed nice enough.

"yeah we've been hanging out, him and his girlfriend seemed to be having problems lately...From what he say's she's a total bitch, but Cassidy ain't like that." the boy said with an unknowing shrug. "Told him if he was having such hard times with her to just break up. But then..."

"then what?" Pheonix urged mildly, feeling intrigued by this tidbit of info.

"Well he got sorta huffy, said that "It ain't that easy, you'd know if you didn't suck so bad." it kinda bummed me out, but hey, If there's ever an asshole it's Jason for sure. By the way, my names Devon." The way the Devon spoke it was clear he thought highly of his friend, but his friend was still a bad guy.

"Please come by the station?" Pheonix asked with a batting of her eyelashes. "we could really use your help figuring out who murdered his girlfriend, any friends and people he knows can be of help." she explained.

"Someone killed Cassidy?" Devon's expression changed to horror, then a really hurt look. "She was so...nice though. Who the fuck did it?" he blurted out with a crack in his voice. if he were any more feminine, Pheonix swore he'd grow a pair of tits right there.

"Were going to find who did this, but what number apartment does Jason live in again?"

"Five hundred and six, Thanks dude, please just...make sure she gets some kind of justice." he said before grabbing his skateboard and leaving with tears in his eyes. As been suggested, Devon headed for the police station to continue with the questions.

"So what kind of nut job do you suppose were dealing with here?" Fin asked as they cleared the last flight of stairs to the dreaded 506 door.

Pheonix didn't reply with any words, instead she simply placed her hand on her gun, ready to shoot at a second's notice as her partner knocked on the door.

There was a long pause before Jason answered the door, peeking through the crack he suddenly made a bolt away from the door.

"Fucker's gonna make a run for it." Fin growled as Pheonix pushed the door open. The door flying open made a loud thunk as it hit the wall, the female officer rushing in with gun in hand. "Don't move asshole!" she hissed, pointing the gun at the shaggy haired teen who at this point froze and raised his hands in the air defensively. "Hey man whatever you're bustin me for I didn't do shit." Both Fin and Pheonix knew this was the biggest bullshit in the history of assholes. There were enough things on his coffee table alone that would give him a good five years in jail for. "Uh huh sure, what do you know about your girlfriend getting shot then?" Fin asked as he crossed his arms and gave an unpleased look. He couldn't trust this guy, for so many reasons. Giving a shocked gasp, Jason looked at fin with surprise. "what do you mean! what's wrong with Cassidy?" he asked, his voice instead of his friends getting lower and quiet he seemed almost angry that she were hurt, rather than concerned.

"Your girlfriend is still in surgery for getting her chest rearranged by some assholes bullets, you're coming down to the precinct to help us figure out who." Fin's voice had no compassion in it whatsoever for this wanna be thug.

"Yeah, yeah sure whatever is she okay? when can I see her?" he asked, feeling cold steel hit his wrists as he was hand cuffed and dragged down the hallway.

Between Fin yelling at Jason, and Jason trying to threaten Fin, Pheonix had called the precinct to get some cops in his apartment for a full search of the place, knowing it would be needed evidence for further investigation.