"Elliot, what the hell is the matter with you?" Olivia folded her arms across her chest, glaring at her partner from her desk.

Elliot poured a cup of coffee and turned to face her. "I wasn't going to let Casey down. She couldn't trust her wife, and I felt like I had to prove that someone in this world does care about her!"

"I care about her."

"You have a funny way of showing it." Elliot shook his head, sipping his drink as he returned to his seat. "Here's how things are, Olivia. Being in love is an unconditional thing. You can't tell one person you love them if your heart belongs to someone else. In other words, sleeping with Alex while you were married to Casey was a very stupid thing to do."

"Thanks, don't hold back." Olivia sighed, nervously crossing and uncrossing her legs. "She won't even talk to me. She slept next to me, but she was so close to the edge of the bed I kept expecting her to fall off. And this morning, she was already gone when I got up. Breakfast was in a pan on the stove, the bathroom was humid, the way it always is after a shower. What should I do, El?"

Elliot looked at her. Olivia could tell she was getting his scrutiny treatment. It made her squirm. Finally, he replied "I don't know. But she didn't leave. I guess that's something."

Olivia turned her attention to the framed picture of her and Casey on the desk. It had been taken on Casey's birthday. The ADA had given Olivia bunny ears for the picture. Olivia sighed and shook her head. "I told Alex I can never sleep with her again. She was pissed, and said that I apparently have a preference for gingers. What the hell am I supposed to do? I hurt Casey by making Alex happy, then I turned around and hurt Alex by making Casey happy."

"Then you need to decide where your heart's loyalty lies."

"With Casey," Olivia said without thinking about it. But as soon as she said it, she knew it was the true answer. "God, I really screwed up."

Elliot shrugged. "Then fix it."

5:30 PM

When Casey got home, Olivia's car wasn't in the garage. She pulled into her own spot, closed the garage door, and entered the house. Court had been horrible today, although Casey figured that was just because she was still extremely upset about Olivia and Alex. She tossed her keys onto the counter and sat down at the kitchen table, attempting to hold back yet another round of tears. She wondered if it was possible to lose too much water by crying. If so, she knew she was off to a good start.

Just as Casey plugged her laptop into the outlet, the garage door creaked. Olivia was home. Casey debated locking herself in the bathroom, but decided that was not the answer. She looked up as Olivia entered the kitchen. "Olivia…" she started when she saw the bouquet of flowers in the detective's arms. Did she really think flowers would solve everything? But then again, they WERE beautiful….

"Daisies represent purity," Olivia said, placing the flowers next to Casey. "I know they won't fix everything by themselves, but I hope they are a start."

Casey looked at her without saying anything. Why was it so hard to resist her? She shook her head before she got too drawn in. "They're pretty," she murmured, turning back to her computer.

"Like you," Olivia tried. She pulled a chair up until she was sitting next to Casey. "I love you. I talked to Alex today. I told her I would never sleep with her again, that I had no feelings for her. And I don't." Olivia lifted Casey's chin so that the attorney was looking at her. "I don't love her, Casey. Only you."

Casey sighed. "Then why did you sleep with her?" she asked.

"Because I'm stupid," Olivia said with a small smile. "Please forgive me. Please trust me. It's been less than twenty four hours and not being able to shower with you, and seeing you sleep as far away from me as possible…Casey, those things hurt."

"Now you know how I feel!" Casey told her, moving away once more. "Did you think you could just come home with some flowers and everything would be okay? Did you? One day isn't enough to make everything better."

Olivia folded her arms across her chest. "Then how long is?"

"Until I know in my heart that you're truly sorry and that you love me and that you'll never do it again and that my bed is the only bed you'll ever sleep in and that you aren't going to run to someone else every time you decide I didn't fuck you well enough the night before." Casey grabbed her laptop. "I'm going upstairs. Please don't follow me." She hadn't meant for all of that to spill out, but her heart had taken over, and it was not on speaking terms with her brain. She wanted to forgive Olivia. She LOVED her. But she was terrified of having déjà vu if she gave in that easily. And so, reluctantly, she carried her computer upstairs and into their room, leaving Olivia alone at the table.

Author's note: Hey, guys. Please review. I hope you liked it.