After dinner, Casey and Olivia returned to Casey's apartment. They spent the rest of the night cuddling, talking, and enjoying each other's company. When morning came, Casey awoke, shut her blaring alarm off, and picked up the note Olivia had left on her pillow. "Good morning," the note read in Olivia's rather large handwriting. "I got called in early today, but I'll pick you up for lunch. I don't know what time yet, but I will call. I love you. Love, Olivia. PS. Leave Cupcake in the living room tonight." Casey smiled to herself, folding the note and placing it in the drawer of the nightstand.
"Casey!"
Casey jumped, nearly dropping her briefcase. She turned around and sighed. "Trevor, how are your bottom feeders? Enjoying the bottom of the tank?"
Trevor adjusted his tie and looked at her. "Nice to see you too, Casey," he responded. "You're looking lovely this morning." Casey rolled her eyes and started to walk. Trevor followed closely. "You know what would make you even lovelier? Cutting a deal with Walter."
"Your client raped three children. There is no way in hell I am making a deal, no matter what you think you can offer me. I'm taking it to trial."
"Five years probation with mandatory counseling."
Casey, who had reached the doors, opened them and walked outside. "See you in court," she snapped, strolling down the courthouse steps and onto the sidewalk. She heard Trevor call after her, but she ended to get to the precinct. She wondered what Elliot wanted.
"You rang?" she asked as she entered the squadroom and saw Elliot at his desk. Olivia was pouring coffee, John was typing, and Fin was staring at crime scene photos.
"John here has an idea for you," Elliot responded, gesturing towards Munch, who stood up. "I think you will find it quite amusing."
Casey turned her attention to John, who closed his open desk drawer. "Uh, okay," she said slowly, bracing herself for a conspiracy theory.
"We can put an ad out for cheap arrows. Our man could see the ad, come here to buy them, and then we can say 'Robin Hood, you are under arrest'."
"John!" Casey scolded, rolling her eyes. "This is not a joke. And I seriously doubt that our perp has time to read the paper between murders. What we need to do is-"
"Figure out who sells arrows in this city and start from there," Olivia interjected, sitting down at her desk. "There can't be more than a handful."
Elliot folded his hands behind his head, looking amused. "Liv?"
"Yeah?"
"Any sporting goods store is going to carry it. Shooting targets is considered a sport." Elliot opened the bottle of water on his desk and downed half of it.
Casey sighed as she leaned against Olivia's desk. "In other words," she said, "we are back to square one. Perfect."
"Wait," John interrupted. "The arrows were all the same. They were tipped with blue and had red feathers. How many places in New York are going to carry arrows like that?"
Elliot opened the search engine on his computer and keyed in the necessary information. A few moments later, he said "Only one store sells arrows like that: a place called 'The Arena'." He stood up. "Let's hope this leads somewhere."
Olivia nodded and followed him, winking at Casey when nobody else was looking. Casey heard Elliot say "While we are there, I will pick up the baseball I promised Dickie."
Casey turned to the remaining detectives. "When Olivia gets back, can someone tell her I went back to the office?"
"Sure," Fin replied.
"Thanks," Casey said, smiling softly.
"Do you ladies have trial prep?"
Casey paused. "Uh. Yeah. Something like that." Before anyone could ask questions, she quickly made her way to the elevator. She hated to lie, but the only other option was revealing her forbidden relationship with Olivia. The phrase 'Catch 22' suddenly entered her mind. How fitting.
