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SPOILER ALERT FOR 'NIGHT' THIS CHAPTER!

Never Knew That I Could Hurt This Bad (X)

"If I can get Gabriel to plead out Nina won't have to go through a trial, and we can put him away for a while." Casey supposed.

"You won't need him or Nina. The DNA on the tissue will match, and you'll have him nailed." Silas replied kicking up his feet on her desk. "What's-his-face won't even want to get near a courtroom with that case." Casey's phone rang.

"Novak, sex crimes." She said, robotically. "Hm?" she glanced at Silas. "Ok, send them up." She hung up. "Flowers?"

Silas held up his hands. "Not from me."

Casey rolled her eyes. "Any other sensible man would say, 'yes, of course honey'."

"That would be lying."

"Says the deception expert…" Casey snorted. "Well, if they're from Jason Witicker, they are going straight in the trash."

"Good."

"Feet off the desk."

Silas swung his feet down. "Yes mom." Silas glanced at his watch. "Wow, it's late. You wanna get some dinner?"

"Eh, no dinner. Too late."

"How about a cup of coffee?"

"Only every second of every day." She smiled. "Maybe after we can have some desert."

A roguish grin spread across Silas' face like wildfire. "I'll hurry back then." He leaned over the desk and pressed a smoldering kiss to her lips.

"Please do."

He grabbed his jacket and glanced back at her before he left; she looked beautiful, smiling face illuminated by a single lamp.

Silas reached the elevator and saw a man carrying such a large vase full of flowers that he looked a pair of disembodied legs with a garden growing out of them. He'd have to get her a larger bouquet later to show up whoever had the nerve to send flowers to his girlfriend.

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Silas walked back to Casey's office, and found the lights were off.

"Case, you'd better just be setting the mood, because if you left, I'm going to kill you…" he shouldered open the door and flipped on the lights.

Casey was laying on the floor, out cold. He dropped the coffee, and ran to her. Her face was cut and bleeding. He pressed two fingers to her pulse point in her neck. It was there, thank God.

He yanked out his cell phone, and dialed 911; "This is Agent Silas Shag of the FBI, I need a bus to the District Attorney's headquarters, ADA Novak's office ASAP!" as soon as he knew that the operator had gotten the message, he slammed the phone shut, and threw it across the room. Without thinking, Silas removed his coat and covered her up with it. He couldn't risk picking her up in case there was neck or head trauma.

He couldn't help looking around the room, putting together the crime scene in his mind; she had been attacked from behind, but Casey had fought back, tried to hit him with her bat, but he'd gotten it and…

"STOP!" Silas said aloud, forcing his attention back to Casey. "It's gonna be ok, Casey." He said, stroking her cheek, with a shaking hand. "It's gonna be ok."

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Silas sat in the waiting room of the hospitable. To any other human being, it wouldn't have been that long of a wait. But to Silas, even minute seemed to drag on forever.

He couldn't stop shaking, from his hands to his feet. I could have stopped the bastard. Silas thought. He walked right by me… Just the thought of it made him sick.

Someone was tapping him on the shoulder. "Mr…?"

Silas jumped up. "Shag."

"You're here for Ms. Novak?"

"Yessir."

"This way." The doctor led Silas along. "You need to be quiet; she needs to rest." Finally they got to her room. "She has a lot a bruising, twenty-three stiches, a few broken ribs, a dislocated knee, and a concussion, but she'll make a full recovery in a few weeks."

"Was she…" Silas choked on the word. "Raped?"

"No." Silas breathed a sigh of relief. There had been nothing at the crime scene to suggest it, but he wanted to be sure.

"Thank you." He said as he slipped inside and closed the door. She was sleeping, hooked up to a few machines that were beeping softly. It made Silas so angry to see the bruises on her alabaster skin. He pulled up a chair and sat down.

As he was looking her over, he suddenly knew who did this. Gabriel, the son-of-a-bitch… Silas pulled out his phone and hit Elliot's speed-dial.

"Hey," Silas whispered, so he wouldn't wake Casey. "It's Shag. Do me a favor…"

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Casey woke up about an hour later. A soft groan escaped her lips and she rolled her head over to look at Silas.

"Silas?" Casey asked groggily. "What happened?" She tried to get up.

"Don't move, don't get up." Silas said, helping her lay back down. "Casey, you were attacked."

She looked confused, like she didn't believe him at first. "Who did this?"

"I was hoping you could tell me."

"Didn't anyone see? There were so many people…"

"Where?"

"In the squad room…"

Silas paused; She didn't remember her attack. "No, Case, you were attacked late at night in your office, remember I went to get coffee…"

She was crying now. "No, no, I don't…" Silas took her hand. "Why can't I remember?" She was sobbing now. It ate Silas up.

Suddenly, a look of pure horror washed over her face, that made Silas want to murder the bastard who did this to her. "D-Did he ra-rape me?" she cried.

"No, no, no." he said but she just cried more, maybe out of relief. He wrapped his arms around her and let her sob into his shoulder until she calmed down a bit. "Casey, I have to go and find who did this to you."

"Please," she whimpered. "Stay."

He kissed her hair. "Until you fall asleep."

"Be here when I wake up." She demanded her green eyes full of tears again.

"I will."

When she fell asleep about an hour later, Silas wrapped her up and quietly left.

Olivia saw Silas leave Casey's room down the hall and was going to go tell him that they had the guy in holding, but stopped when she saw him slid down the wall, put his face in his hands, and cry.

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Man, Silas is turning into a softie, cryin' like a baby these last two chapters. Maybe he'll man up for a bit next chapter.

Oh, by the way, if you want that chapter up, I want reviews. Scratch that, I NEED reviews! So… do it!