When Casey woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the beautiful brunette in her bed. "Hey, babe," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Around eight in the morning," Olivia answered. "How did you sleep?"

"I was safe in your arms. How could I not sleep well?" Casey inhaled and smiled, turning to Olivia. "What smells so delicious?"

Olivia grinned. "Wait here and close your eyes." She got out of bed; Casey remained, doing as she was told. She heard various sounds from the kitchen, and a few minutes later, Olivia returned. "Okay. Open."

Casey opened her eyes and gasped softly. "Olivia, you made breakfast for us? That's so romantic." She watched as Olivia fashioned a makeshift table for them out of a wooden tray. Next, she placed the food on the tray at the foot of the bed and placed two mugs of coffee next to it. Finally, the detective walked over to Casey and kissed her forehead.

"I love you. I was thinking we should start with the bacon." Seeing Casey's eyebrow arch in question, Olivia smiled and said "Bacon is one of my favorite foods."

Casey giggled. "Okay, we will start with the bacon." She could tell that Olivia was perkier than usual. What was causing this?

As if reading her mind, Olivia took the silver lid off of one of the plates. Steam rose into the air, and the scent of freshly cooked bacon enveloped them. "Bon appetit."

Casey, who had turned her attention to the bacon, was staring at it in shock. The bacon was cut into tiny pieces that were arranged in a pattern. The pattern formed a sentence, a sentence that left Casey speechless. "Olivia, this-" Casey paused, looking around. "Olivia?" she asked before realizing she was talking to the walls. Figuring Olivia was getting more coffee, Casey sat patiently on the bed, still shocked by the bacon's question.

"I realized I forgot a key part of this thing," Olivia said as she reentered the bedroom several moments later. She knelt down on the floor. "Casey, I have loved you for a long time. Now that you are mine, I have no intention of letting you go. So, with that in mind…" Olivia took Casey's hand ad held it. "Casey Novak, will you marry me?"

Casey felt her jaw drop, and half expected it to hit the floor. She looked into Olivia's beautiful brown eyes, smiled, and replied "Yes, of course I will marry you." Grabbing a bacon bit, she fed it to Olivia, then ate one herself.

Hours later, Casey emerged from her closet and laid the dress she had chosen on the bed. She tightened the towel around her body and sighed happily. Olivia had made dinner reservations for them at an upscale French restaurant for eight PM. It was currently six PM, and Casey, standing in the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, felt like she was floating. She couldn't believe that Olivia Benson wanted her to be her wife. After pinching herself a dozen times, Casey had deduced that this dream was real.

"Olivia?" she called towards the bathroom, where the detective was getting ready.

"What, babe?" Olivia called back.

"Have you seen my phone?"

Casey heard the unmistakable hum of a blow dryer, and waited patiently for the noise to cease. "It's on the dresser," came Olivia's reply.

"Thank you." Casey glanced at the dresser and rolled her eyes at her own lack of observance. She unplugged it from its charger, slipped it into her purse, and stepped out of the towel. "Olivia, I've got nothing on," she singsong playfully.

"If you plan on getting to dinner on time, don't tell me things like that!"

Casey grinned to herself and fastened her strapless bra. After pulling on a pair of lacy black panties, she stepped into the dress and zipped it up. She took a moment to look in the mirror, smiling at her reflection. The final addition was her strappy black sandals. Once they were buckled, Casey stood up. Her long red locks were already curled, and her makeup was finished as well.

Olivia emerged from the bathroom wearing a purple blouse that accentuated her well endowed chest paired with black slacks and matching heels. "These things are killing me," she said, putting the back on her right earring.

"Babe, you haven't even left the house yet," Casey replied, amused.

"How do you wear shoes like this every day?"

Casey shrugged. "I guess I'm just used to it. You're used to flat shoes and sneakers, so wearing stilettos will hurt you. For what it's worth, though, you look amazing."

"Thank you." Olivia's eyes traveled up Casey's body, beginning with her heels and ending at the top of her dress, at which the slightest hint of Casey's breasts showed. "Damn."

Casey blushed as red as her hair. "Should I change?" she asked shyly.

"No. You look-I mean, you look-" Olivia stammered, making Casey blush deeper. Since when did Detective Olivia Benson, tough female cop, stammer? For that matter, Casey wondered, since when was she at a loss for words, period? Finally, Olivia regained her composure and said "You look so hot." She pulled Casey in for a passionate kiss. "And you're mine," she whispered possessively.