Time seemed to meld together when staying at the hospital. While it felt like she had been staying at the hospital for years, it still felt like yesterday she was preparing her case for the Lawrence Solomon trial.

"You know, I never did get your name."

Casey smiled. It was a voice she recognized.

"Casey," she said, smiling, "Casey Novak."

She turned to face her elder friend, glad to have some company. The woman had made this one of the more enjoyable visits to the hospital. Although she would still do anything to eat solid food and sleep in her own bed, at least she had somebody to talk to.

"Cassie Novak?" she asked.

"Casey. Casey Novak," Casey corrected, smiling. The woman gave her a gentle smile, and wheeled her chair closer.

"Oh. Sorry," she said, "One of the fun side-effects of my chemotherapy is the weakening of my senses."

"I understand."

"I've never told you my name either," the woman said, "My name is Rose. Rose Trudeau."

Casey smiled at the woman's name. She knew the last name, because of the nurse, but she didn't have a first name to put to the face. Of all the first names, it was that one.

"Rose was my mom's name," Casey said, a grin crossing her face as she thought of the woman who raised her. The woman chuckled.

"You don't say?" Rose Trudeau said, "That's funny. My daughter's name was Cassie."

Casey's grin grew as the woman mentioned that. The universe certainly had some sort of sense of humor.

Olivia realized this was the first time she had gone back to her own apartment in three days. She wasn't even going to be staying that long. She had just come to change her clothes and drop of the CD that was delivered to her. Then she would go right back out to crying to catch Arty Kensington before he caused any more damage. Maybe she'd go visit Casey in the hospital and brief her on what happened. Although, according to Fin and Munch, she already knew it was Arty who made the attempt on her and Judge Petrovsky's life. She probably didn't want to hear that he had gotten away because Fin had plowed into Chell. She didn't need the stress.

She secretly hoped that she would be the one to take him down. It may of seemed selfish, but she wanted the glory of being the one who stopped him. She could just imagine herself tightly placing him in handcuffs, and reading the bastard his rights as everyone watched on. She could just imagine him staying in the tombs.

It was then that she got a call on her cell phone. She prayed it was a location on Arty.

"Olivia," she answered desperately. Sure enough, it was Elliot.

"Liv!" He called out to her on the phone, "We've got a trace on his cell phone."

"I'm on it," she said, determinedly.

There was absolutely no way they were going to let him escape again. Not on her life.

Elliot was beginning to think that Arty Kensington was an idiot. He suspected that the only reason he'd gone this long without being apprehended was that they weren't treating him like an idiot. They had been treating this case as if he was some sort of brilliant criminal mastermind, as opposed to a spoiled brat of a kid who decided to take it out on the people he thought screwed him over. He had been doing a horrible job of covering his tracks. The rape kit on Patricia Greeley had come back, and sure enough, he had left his present. They had enough evidence to put him in jail for a very large chunk for of his life.

Which is what made the fact they hadn't caught him yet that much more annoying.

However, this time would be different.

Arty Kensington had made another very stupid mistake.

Using the GPS on his cell phone, they had found out he was hiding out in the closed Mazurka's Soup. It would have been brilliant. The place was closed for the day, due to what had happened to Patricia Greeley, and so there was nobody around who could turn him in. He could easily hide out there and move locations when the place was going to open again. In the long time it would take for the place to open again, the police would assume he skipped out of the country, and put their efforts into something else. It would have been a great plan if he hadn't been stupid enough to call somebody for twenty minutes.

So here they were in their squad car, ready to storm the building to arrest their man. Other teams of cops surrounded the building as well. There was absolutely no way that Arty Kensington would be getting away this time.

"You ready for this?" Elliot asked with a determined smirk on his face. He had been picturing this moment as much as Olivia had. Olivia grabbed onto her gun, and smiled.

"Let's nail the bastard."

The two partners got out of the car, and made their way towards the building. Bystanders all around them were wondering what was going down, looking to see if anything exciting was going to happen. The two ignored them. Assuming Arty didn't try to do anything incredibly stupid and dangerous, there would be absolutely no problem with them there.

As they cautiously made their way to the door. As they reached the entrance, then gave each other a nod, and burst in the building.

The room was empty as far as they could see. Of course, that was expected. The current room was surrounded by windows to see from the inside.

"I'll look over here," Elliot said, "You look in the kitchen."

"Got it."

Olivia crept towards the kitchen, her gun ready to fire. She constantly looked around at her surroundings, fully realizing that there was a chance Arty would pop out at her with a gun.

As she walked in the kitchen, she saw and arm on the floor, behind the stove. Olivia's grip on her weapon tightened, and she quickened her pace over to the area. Had Arty gotten actually managed to kill someone this time? Her heart rate increased, and she hurried to check it out. She prayed he hadn't killed anyone yet.

As she got a good look at the person on the floor, she gasped.

It was none other than Arty Kensington himself.

Olivia sprang into action, kneeling down the check his pulse. He couldn't be dead now. As much as she wanted him dead, he needed to be brought to justice by a jury of his peers. Patricia Greeley, Judge Petrovsky, and especially Casey. They needed to see the jury read the sentence of "guilty on all counts". Casey would have it no other way, and she was the one he tried to kill.

Arty wasn't dead. The moment she touched his neck to check his pulse, he jerked at her touch. His eyes shot open, and he screamed as he saw her on him. Olivia smirked.

Before he had a chance to struggle, Olivia grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him onto his stomach.

"Arty Kensington, you are under arrest for attempted murder, rape, and assault," she said, as she brought his hands together to be cuffed. There was nothing more satisfying than the snap the cuffs made as they clicked his wrists together, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"Liv, what's?"

Elliot came in the room, just as Olivia was finishing Mirandizing him. Elliot smiled, walking up to his partner and their culprit.

"We got you now, you bastard."

"I think if the doctors really screw the pooch and one of us dies, the one who is still alive should go to the other's funeral."

Rose Trudeau's out of the blue statement's never failed to amaze Casey.

"What?"

"Well, the doctors say that my cancer is actually looking pretty good, and I think your body is recovering from your ordeal pretty well. I'm sorry if I'm wrong. But, should the doctors really screw up and one of us die, which is a possibility, the other should go to the funeral. Then we'll at least know one person is there."

"What makes you think if we die, we'll die alone?" Casey asked, intrigued by the woman's bold statement. Rose Trudeau only laughed.

"We're lawyers, dear. We don't exactly make friends for a living."

Casey chuckled. It was kind of true.

"My family would come to my funeral," Casey said. For some reason, the thought of her brothers crying at her death made her grin, "I know for a fact my brothers would pay their respects."

"What about your parents?" Trudeau asked. Casey sighed.

Olivia walked proudly through the hospital. As much as she wanted to see Elliot's interrogation of Arty, she wanted to be the one to deliver the news of his arrest to her friend. The glory of being the one to cuff him wasn't enough, she decided. She wanted to see Casey's face as she told her of the accomplishment.

However, as she walked into the door, she could see that Casey was already talking to somebody. Olivia could see the back of a woman in a wheelchair. The only reason she knew it was a woman, was because of the pink scarf wrapped around her head.

"My mom died of Leukemia five years ago," she heard Casey say. Olivia raised her eyebrow, trying to make herself hidden. She realized this was probably a bad time to come in the room. However, she never knew that Casey's mom died of cancer. She never mentioned that before.

"And your dad?" the woman in the room with Casey asked. She heard a sigh come from the lawyer.

"Also dead," Casey explained, "He was coming home from the store one night and caught two stupid kids beating on another kid. He went to break it up, and one of them pulled out a gun and shot him."

"I'm sorry," the woman said.

"You know what the worst part is?" Casey continued, "It was his first anniversary with my mom since she died. My brothers and I had all come out to visit him so he wouldn't be alone that night. We were planning a giant dinner. The only reason he had gone the store was because he had forgotten to get potatoes."

Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Casey had never told her any of this. She rarely mentioned her family life.

"That's life, darling," the woman she was talking to said. Olivia heard a chuckle coming from Casey.

"No kidding."

Olivia had no idea if she should go in the room. If she went in, Casey might think that she overheard her private conversation. Although, she did overhear the conversation, and it would be unfair to Casey if she didn't inform the prosecutor that she knew these facts about her life. However, what if Casey didn't want her to know? If she wanted her to know, she would have told her. Olivia realized she should have left the moment she realized Casey was in a private conversation.

She decided to go back to the precinct. She would tell everybody that their friend was fast asleep, and that she didn't want to wake her.

"My friends would definitely come to my funeral," she heard Casey say, "I never thought I'd say this, but my best friends are the detectives I work with."

Olivia heard a harty laugh come from the woman Casey was talking to.

"Seriously?" she asked, "In all my days in law, I've never seen a prosecutor get along with the cops."

"Yeah," Casey laughed, "I'm positive that when the newspaper article about me being dead came out, everyone in the white collar division celebrated. In fact, I wouldn't have been surprised if it had been one of them who tried to kill me."

"But you get along with the sex cops?"

"They're the best people ever," Casey replied, "I don't know how I ever did my job without them."

Olivia smiled as she heard the words come from Casey's lips. With more determination, she walked in the room, acting like she didn't hear a thing. She acted surprise when she made eye contact with the woman.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Olivia asked. Casey smiled at her.

"Hey, Liv," she greeted, "This is Rose Trudeau."

"I'm her hospital buddy," the woman known as Rose said. Olivia smiled.

"Anyways, I only dropped by to tell you we got him. Nothing big."

Casey's eyes widened as Olivia said the words.

"You…caught him?"

Olivia's grin grew. She saw the relief come across Casey's face.

"We have your back."

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