Casey set her pen carefully on top of the legal pad on the table in front of her. She listened to Trevor's questioning of his client and sighed. She and Olivia hadn't gone to bed until after four, and Olivia had woken Casey up at eight. Casey was exhausted and on top of that, she was sore as hell from the seemingly endless sex of the night before. When Trevor asked his client why he didn't tell the police he was at his mother's house on the night of the rape, Casey stood up, ignoring the burning of her thighs. "Objection, Your Honor! He's stating facts not in evidence. If the defendant was at his mother's house all night, why was his DNA in Ms. Anderson, and why is this alibi only now appearing?"

"Sustained. Move on, Mr. Langan," Elizabeth Donnelly replied, gently tapping her gavel.

"No further questions." Trevor walked to his seat, meeting Casey's eyes as he did so.

Casey glared at him and shook her head before grabbing the Ziploc bag from the table. She showed it to the jury and then held it in front of the defendant. "Mr. Linhart, do you recognize this knife?" Her question earned her a head shake and a barely audible 'no.' "That's funny, because it was found in your apartment and its blade has Emily Anderson's blood on it. Do you have any idea how it got there?"

"She told me to cut her just a little, that she liked kinky sex."

Casey stared at the man in front of her, and if she were to share her current thoughts about him, she would have to make sure there were no kids in the room. "She wanted you to cut her because she likes kinky sex?" she repeated. "Let the record show that for the third time today, Mr. Linhart has changed his story. He has gone from not knowing the victim, to knowing her but being nowhere near her, to having kinky sex with her and cutting her at her request." She turned back to the defendant. "Which one is it, Mr. Linhart?"

"Objection, she's badgering."

Casey folded her arms across her chest and shot a look reserved for insects at her opposing attorney. "If I'm badgering, you'll know. You of all people should know what it's like to badger a witness."

Judge Donnelly hit the gavel hard. "That's enough, both of you. Objection is overruled. Sit down, Mr. Langan."

"Do you know the victim?" Casey asked.

Linhart just stared at her. "I know her and I know her kind. Like you, bitch."

Casey waited until the murmuring in the courtroom died down and Donnelly's orders for the defendant to watch his language subsided. "No further questions," she said, walking back to her seat. At least after today, she got a break from Trevor for a few days. They were currently against each other in four separate cases. The next day she would be against Emmett, then Kressler the day after, and then Moredock the day after that.

"I heard you proved how much of a liar James Linhart is."

Casey smiled softly, taking the coffee Elliot offered her. "Sometimes they forget the lies they tell and they tell another that doesn't quite jive with the first. It's my job to know how to use that to the People's advantage. He has a major problem with women, that's for sure. He called me a bitch and a whore in open court, and that was just today. Donnelly said if he did it again, she would remove him from her courtroom." She added two teaspoons of sugar and one of cream to her coffee and stirred it, taking a small sip. "I am confident that we will win, though. Have you seen Olivia?"

Elliot shrugged. "She said she was going to get lunch, and that was only about a half hour ago. She should be back soon. Do you need her?" "No, that's okay. I just wanted to know if she convinced Jane Taylor to testify in the Grand Jury."

"I can relay the message when she gets back."

Casey shook her head, grabbing her briefcase. "That's okay, Elliot. Don't worry about it. I'll call her later." Not that she would need to call-unless she dialed the other side of the bed. As she walked out, Elliot thanked her for the warrant. "You're welcome," she replied absentmindedly.

When she got back to the office, Casey's thoughts as she rode the elevator were focused on making the phone calls she needed to make and ordering some chow mein for lunch. She went to unlock the door, and it caught her off guard when it seemed to be unlocked. She wondered if she forgot to lock it. Making a mental note to remember next time, Casey opened the door and stopped when she saw Olivia sitting on the desk, looking at her. "Uh, hi babe.." What the hell?

"I told Elliot I was getting lunch." Olivia gestured to the boxes of takeout next to her. "It wasn't a total lie. I decided to spend my lunch break with my sexy prosecutor."

"Yeah, don't remind me about sex right now." Casey sat down in the chair in front of her desk and looked into Olivia's eyes. "I am so freaking sore from last night."

Olivia chuckled. "Told you that you would never forget it. This detective keeps her promises."

Casey rolled her eyes. "Yes, well, this attorney can barely walk. Last night was incredible though. I've never been with anyone who made me feel that great." She smiled as Olivia got down and kissed her.

"How was court?"

"Great in the sense that I think I have a pretty good chance of winning the case. Not so great in the sense that Trevor Langan deserves a swift kick in the you know where." Casey opened a takeout box and grabbed a fork and a napkin. Sitting on her desk, she took a bite of chow mein and sighed when she was done chewing. "Thanks for lunch, babe."

Olivia smiled and took a bite of her own lunch. "You're welcome, baby. Just ignore Trevor. He's rude and cocky, and men like that just don't deserve a reaction." She looked into Casey's eyes and took her hand, intertwining their fingers. "I love you very much." She leaned over and kissed Casey passionately, and before Casey realized what was happening, she was pinned to the desk fully naked and Olivia was extremely deep inside her. She moaned loudly, but was quieted somewhat when Olivia's tongue entered her mouth. Olivia growled softly in warning, and Casey closed her eyes, concentrating on being quiet. The office door was closed, but the blinds weren't, and neither of them realized they were being watched.