Vengeance
Chapter Two
1-6 Precinct
7:30 AM
February 21st, 2011
Casey flashed her visitors badge to the Patrol Officer standing "guard" at the front doors, as she made her way into the busy precinct. Stabler, of course, had been too busy to come and retrieve her from the DA's office. Probably off harassing a suspect... or having eye sex with Olivia... or both. That being said, she'd been forced to come on her own.
"You've got to be kidding me!?" ADA Alexandra Cabot cried, gesturing wildly around the room. "Just when I'd gotten settled into this new job opportunity, Arthur freaking Branch calls me up telling me I've been reassigned."
"You've been here all of what? A week!? Less than a week, actually," Fin said, rolling his eyes.
"I'm a fan favorite, thank you very much," Alex spat, glaring.
"Well I'm the longest-serving ADA in the entire Law & Order franchise," Casey replied triumphantly, strolling confidently into the room. "So, why don't you suck on that, hun!"
Munch raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Look what the cat dragged in."
"Ugh," Alex screeched. "You're all impossible!"
"Put a lid in it, Cabot. And get the hell outta here," Cragen demanded. Then he turned towards Casey, an eyebrow raised. "Longest-serving ADA in the entire franchise?"
"Yup," Casey confirmed, with a grin. "113 credited episodes, I Wikipedia-ed it yesterday!"
"Congrats, Counselor."
"Now if we're done with this love fest, could we get back to the case," Amaro said impatiently, tapping at his watch.
"WTF, Amaro?!" Munch cried.
"Yeah, dude," Fin added in agreement. "WTF! You're not supposed to get here for another season!"
"Fine, fine," Amaro sighed, putting his hands up in mock defeat. "I'll grab my stuff and tell Amanda that we'll have to wait another three years before we can join the elite Manhattan Special Victims Unit."
Cragen nodded. "Damn straight you'll wait."
Amaro spun on his heel. "Okay, guys, seriously—"
"Can someone bring me up to speed on whatever we have here," Casey replied, cutting off the younger detective.
Fin opened up a manila case folder. "Victim is Rebecca Allen, age twenty-seven. Found brutally assaulted and murdered in her apartment up in the West End. No living relatives other than her younger sister Danielle."
"Benson and Stabler are off notifying the sister," Cragen announced. "Munch, Fin... see where we are with the autopsy with Doc Warner."
"Will do, 'Cap."
Munch grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and followed Fin outside. He shivered against the chilly February air, mind wandering. "It's a little odd, don't ya think?" he said suddenly, eyes trained on the road in front of him.
Fin rolled his eyes. "What's odd?"
"That Novak would be back so soon."
"Yeah, so?"
"It's a little... suspicious," Munch whispered. "I mean, Greylek's only been dead, what? A week?"
"God, Munch," Fin cried. "Not everything is fucking conspiracy. And Alex came back, too, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Touchy touchy," Munch shrugged. "It was just an observation. And why would I care about Alex when the fic Casey-centric."
Fin shook his head. "Whatever. Just drop it, would you?"
"Golly gee, you'd think the two of you were dating or something?"
Fin smirked. "We all know that the only person Casey'd ever be dating in any fanfiction is Liv... or you."
"Ah, that'd be a good threesome," Munch grinned.
Fin scrunched up his nose in disgust. "Ew."
Apartment of Danielle Allen
8:17 AM
February 21st, 2011
"Again, Danielle, we're very sorry for your loss," Detective Elliot Stabler said with solemn.
Danielle Allen nodded through her tears. "Thank you, Detective," she sniffed. "You'll call me with any news, won't you?"
"Of course," Olivia replied, placing a reassuring hand on the younger woman's shoulder. She reached into to her pocket. "Here's my card, call me if you have any questions, concerns. Or if you need to talk, wannagetdrunktogether, anything. I'm here for you."
"All right, thanks," Danielle nodded. "I'll see you—wait... what was that last one?"
"I said I'm here if you need to talk," Olivia replied.
"No, after that."
"Anything."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course," Olivia laughed uncomfortably. Had this woman gone mad with her grief? She hoped not. That was always the worst part of the jobs; the families. The families that were so deeply affected by the horror that happened to their loved one. The door slammed shut, and Olivia and Elliot slowly made their ways back to their Crown Vic.
"God, El," Olivia cried, eyes moving suggestively. "You're so sexy when you notify a relative of their loved ones demise."
Elliot grinned, pulling her into his embrace. "Oh, I know, babe. I know."