Casey took a deep breath and went into the interrogation room. She had asked Olivia to tell Elliot and Fin to keep an eye on John and stop him from breaking the door down to attack Charlie.

Being in the room with the two-way had never made Casey nervous before. She never cared that she was being watched by people she could not see. She was in control. At this point, she did not know if anyone was in control, but she certainly was not. To make matters worse, she would have the image of John's face in her mind the whole time, seeing him pacing on the other side of the glass, his features turning to stone as they always did when he was angry.

Charlie was sitting at the table, his hands manacled to his chair. Casey's breath caught in her chest as she looked at him, barely noticing the sound of the door shutting behind her, cutting her off from the people who loved her and isolating her with a man who used to.

He looked pretty much the same as he did when she left, except he was much more coherent. She could see it in his eyes. She gathered that he must finally be on medication for his schizophrenia, but she had no idea why he was still so violent.

Pulling out her chair and sitting down, she stared into his eyes. "So," she said after a few minutes of silent observing, "why did you come find me?"

"Because you need to know what you did to me."

"What I did to you?"

He glared at her. "Yes, Casey. You left me at my time of greatest need, you abandoned me to the abyss of my illness, I was homeless, and then I saw an article about you, saying you won a case. Your life sure turned out great, didn't it?"

Casey stiffened. "I loved you. I stayed by your side, that is when I had any idea where your side was, and I told you to take medication. I warned you that I would leave if you didn't, but you ignored me. You abandoned me."

"It's so obvious to me now that you made the right career choice. You know how to lie, to manipulate to garner sympathy. But it won't work with me. I know your tricks, you bitch." His eyes bored into her, flicking occasionally to the stitches on her temple. She thought she could detect a small smile on his face at the damage he had caused. "You left me. I never heard from you again after you left."

Casey rolled her eyes. "I'm terribly sorry that I ran from you after you raped me."

"We had sex. I would never rape someone. Don't turn it into what it's not just because you work for the sex crimes unit and know the power behind a word like 'rape'."

"I don't recall agreeing to let you put a knife to my throat or…." For the first time since she had started talking to him, she thought about John…and that she had not told him the whole truth about the attack. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes. "Or into me." She could almost feel John's rage radiating into the room. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes again to find Charlie staring at her.

"You know why I didn't take the meds. I wouldn't have been myself."

"Yeah, well I think I would have preferred you on the drugs to the paranoid, violent man you became. But at least you were being real, right?"

"Don't talk that way to me."

She laughed. "I don't believe you have any basis to tell me how I may or may not talk to you after you came here and beat me up."

"Did you keep your promise to me?"

"No."

"So you deserve everything I give you. You're a lying whore." He leaned forward. "It's not that dinosaur, is it? I thought I detected something when he was yelling at me the other day."

Casey crossed her arms across her chest. "You're a bigger idiot that I took you for if you actually thought I would keep a promise that I only made to get you the hell off of me."

"You enjoyed yourself."

"I don't remember telling you that I was a sadomasochist…but I guess I must have, huh?"

He stared at her, breathing hard. "You whore. You fucking whore."

She could see him straining at the manacles. She got to her feet. "You're not who you used to be. I'm sorry that you were diagnosed with schizophrenia. I'm sorry that you ended up homeless, even though it was your fault for being so stubborn. I'm sorry that you've turned out this way…into this crazy, hateful shell of what you used to be…but I'm not sorry for leaving. You raped me, whether you'll admit it or not. I stuck by you until I was too miserable to function, having no idea where you were only to have you come home raving about how I was cheating on you. I've been beating myself up about leaving for years, about not saving you, even though I know I made the right choice. I don't know that I'll stop feeling guilty, but I should." She went to the door, desperately trying to hold in her tears until he could no longer see her. "Don't say anything more to me. I don't want the knowledge of what you are now to completely eclipse my memories of loving you."

With one final, fearful look into his eyes that were burning with hate, she opened the door and shut it quickly behind her, slumping limply against it. She shut her eyes tightly against the pain, but despite her efforts at maintaining control, she felt hot tears rolling down her face as she trembled so violently that she could hardly stand.

She had no idea who it was that led her to a desk and made her sit down until she heard Elliot's voice saying, "I've got you, Casey. It's ok."

She was vaguely aware of several uniforms leading Charlie out of the precinct and into the awaiting police car, but she did not watch. She would not have been able to, even if she had wanted to, since black spots kept obscuring her vision. Her ribs throbbed with every shuddering breath she took.

She forced herself to regain her composure. It was over, there was nothing more she could do about it. Charlie was gone, replaced by a pugnacious maniac who was now going to prison. Being upset would not change a thing. Casey was not naïve enough to think she would stop being upset about it all any time soon, or ever, but she needed to move on for the moment. She had a case to argue.

She untangled her fingers from her hair and straightened up, taking a deep breath and ignoring the shooting pain in her ribs. She looked up to find Elliot sitting across from her in his chair, and she realized that she was in Olivia's.

"You ok?" he asked gently, offering her one of his small smiles. Casey could not help but smile back, remembering a time that Olivia had told her how much she loved that smile of his.

"I'm fine. Sorry you had to help me over here."

"Anytime."

She sighed. One of her main concerns was the squad treating her differently now that they knew. They had seen her lose control and cry, they heard the details of her rape. She did not want to be another victim to them. She had to still be Casey.

"Hey."

She looked up at Elliot.

"Nothing's changed."

More relieved than she had been for a long time, she laughed. "Spy," she accused him. How did he know exactly what worry was plaguing her?

"Detective," he corrected, with a facetiously superior smile.

She rolled her eyes. "Um…where's John?" She found it ominous that he was not there. That meant he had not been able to handle it, and was currently fuming somewhere.

"With Olivia. He punched the wall and…well, we all know Liv has experience treating busted up hands," he finished, alluding to himself. He looked at her encouragingly. "He'll be fine."

Casey rose to her feet. "I'd better go. I have to be in court."

"Good luck. Want me to tell him anything for you?"

Casey smirked. "Why don't you give him a big kiss from me?"

Elliot cracked up, shaking his head. "Thank God, I've been waiting for an excuse to do that for so long."

"I suspected as much." She walked toward the door, turning back for a second when she reached it. "Elliot? Thanks. Tell Liv, Fin, and Don too."

"Sure thing, Casey."