Casey unlocked the door of her office and went inside, followed by Olivia. Their lunch had gone very well. Olivia was friends with the owner, who had also been the father of their waiter. Afterwards, they realized that they both needed to go back to work and Olivia had followed Casey back to the office so they could enjoy their last few minutes together. "Thanks for lunch, babe," Casey said, hanging her coat on the coat stand by the couch.
"Anything for my sexy lawyer," Olivia replied, kissing her gently. "You have plans tonight by the way."
"I do?" Casey opened the planner on her desk. "With who?"
Olivia chuckled. "With me. I'll pick you up at eight and we'll go to my apartment. I'll order Chinese for us, we'll cuddle on the couch, and then, later at night, we'll take things to my bedroom. If you think you're up for that last part," she added, looking into Casey's eyes.
"I hope so. I should be. If it had gone further last night…I wouldn't be, but being with you last night, being next to you in bed-it kept the nightmares away, and so I honestly think that I'll be okay tonight. In that sense, anyway." Casey smiled softly, hoping Olivia wouldn't be able to tell that she got more nervous with each passing minute. "So you'll be here at eight?" she asked.
Olivia kissed her again. "I'll be here at eight," she repeated. "Try not to get yourself into too much trouble while I'm gone." She smirked and walked out as Casey sat down behind the desk and turned her laptop on. Once it was loaded, she resumed her research from before lunch.
"Casey?" A figure appeared in the doorway of Casey's office.
Casey looked up, sighing when she saw who was standing there. She crossed her legs and folded her hands on top of her desk. "Trevor, to what do I owe this displeasure?" she asked, the sarcasm highly evident in her voice. She had an idea on what he was about to say, but she decided to wait and see and then gloat once her point was proven. "You're here awfully late."
"It's not that late." Trevor sat down in the chair usually reserved for witnesses. Casey gave him a look reserved for dead rodents, but he ignored it. "I wanted to talk to you and ask for a favor. I've always admired how generous you are. How about using some of that generosity to give Aaron Jones a break in his jail sentence?"
Casey rolled her eyes. Now that her suspicions were confirmed, she stood up, glaring down at Trevor with her arms folded across her chest. "He raped a six year old, murdered her, and left her body in a group of garbage backs. If the truck driver hadn't noticed something pale in his rearview mirror and stopped the truck from loading the bags, her body would have been disintegrated. You have some nerve, Langan. You give me false compliments and just expect me to say 'Oh, okay. Sure I'll show leniency'. How stupid do you think I am? Unlike you, I wasn't raised by a pack of wolves. The answer is no. I'm taking it to trial."
"He already thinks people are out to get him. Give him a chance, Casey. Do you really want to be someone who furthers his misery?"
"Are all defense attorneys idiotic pricks, or is it just corporate ones?" Casey demanded, reclaiming her seat on the other side of the desk. "I will not show leniency for a man who brutally raped and murdered a little girl. Instead of buttering me up with false flattery and trying to guilt me into a decision at six in the evening, how about you go prepare your usual half-fast defense?" Casey had a very low tolerance for stupidity, and she was sure as hell not going to be guilted into showing a disgusting creep compassion. The only thing Trevor needed to claim now was an affirmative defense, since he had already tried everything else. "See you in the Grand Jury Monday morning."
Defeated, Trevor slowly shuffled out of the office. Casey knew he thought she was a bitch, but he irked her to no end. She was about to pour a cup of coffee from the pot on the table next to the door when his head popped back in. "Will you think about it?"
"NO."
"Had to try." Trevor left again, this time closing the door behind him. Casey sighed and turned her attention to the coffee pot. Defense attorneys. The next worst thing next to criminals in the criminal justice system.
