1A/N: only a few more chapters :( This one's going to be long and might even be the third to last chapter but I think this story has had a good run and I'm very proud of my work.

Sorry I haven't updated ... I have this form of writer's block called summer vacation lol.

Andddd none of my stories that I have everrrrrrr written have had betas ... it's amazing, isn't it? lol. I just recently got a beta for the newest story I'm working on and I'm actually excited lol

Disclaimer: nope :(

Olivia and Casey sat on the couch as Olivia told her how he proposed. "Oh I see how it was," Casey said, stealing the last sip of wine from Olivia. "He decided that whether you said yes or no, he would still get laid."

"Casey!" Olivia said, stealing the now empty wine glass back and filling it up again. "That's not how it was and you know it."

Casey laughed at her. "I know, Olivia. I just like messing with you. It's fun."

Olivia rolled her eyes and pretended to ignore Casey. Casey immediately began talking about the wedding and asking all sorts of questions that Olivia hadn't even thought of. "What color scheme are you going to have?"

"Color scheme? Casey, I just want a simple wedding. Nothing elaborate like my last one." Olivia said, reminding herself that her last wedding was hardly her plan.

She had always wanted a small wedding but that was obviously not what Chris wanted. Olivia was never interested in all of the details that most brides got hung up on. The only thing that mattered was who she was going to meet at the end of the aisle. She had never been a very religious person, but she knew that Elliot was so she knew they would be getting married in a church. Olivia, once again, didn't care where she got married.

She didn't want to discuss the topic anymore with Casey so she brought up a different subject. "So Casey, are you seeing anyone?"

Casey's demeanor changed at the question. She looked at Olivia skeptically and wondered what she was up to. "No," she replied, watching Olivia for any kin of reaction. "Just a few dates here and there, nothing major. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering," Olivia assured her, shrugging. "You haven't been talking about anyone lately and I was wondering if you were keeping something from me."

"Why would you think that?" Casey asked, clearing her throat. "What have you heard?"

"Ahh, so there is someone." Olivia concluded, proud at how well she could read her friend. "Tell me all about him."

"There's nothing to tell." Casey lied.

Olivia, however, called her bluff. "Nothing to tell? Case, with you there's always something to tell."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Casey asked, getting offended by the comment.

"It doesn't mean anything," Olivia insisted. "It just means you always have a good story to tell."

"Well not this time." Casey said, vehemently.

"Ok, Casey." Olivia said, giving her friend more wine and trying to calm her down. "Just tell me who it is. Do I know him?"

Casey half nodded as she took a sip of her wine. "You know him."

"Does he work with us?" Olivia asked, feeling like she was playing a gam of twenty-one questions.

"He works with us." Casey responded.

"Come on, Casey." Olivia exclaimed. "This isn't fun."

"It is for me."

"Well not for me. Just tell me who he is."

"You wouldn't believe me." Casey predicted and tried to change the subject. "Have you been watching Grey's Anatomy lately?"

"I will believe you, Casey and no, I haven't." Olivia answered and tried to get Casey back onto the topic of her new interest. "Does he work with me or does he work with you?"

"He works with you." Casey muttered, her voice just loud enough for Olivia to hear her. "But you should really start watching it again, it's getting really good."

"I bet it is." Olivia said, and thought of the only two people it could be: Munch or Fin. She decided with a more direct approach since Casey could find a loophole in anything. "Is it Fin?"

"No." Casey said, shaking her head. "But really the tension is getting intense on that show."

"Sounds great." Olivia said, pretending to be interested in the plot line of Grey's Anatomy. "So then it's Munch."

"How did you automatically make that conclusion?" Casey asked, immediately following the assumption.

"Well it's the only other possible person who I work with." Olivia pointed out. "Unless you're with Cragen."

Casey cringed at the thought of being with Cragen. He was almost like a distant relative to her and she couldn't imagine being with him intimately. "Well I see why you're a detective."

"Oh, please. Like it wasn't obvious before." Olivia laughed, playfully shoving Casey. "I can't believe it. You and Munch. That's ...different."

"What do you mean different?" Casey demanded, her voice was serious but there was a smile playing on her lips.

"Come on, Case." Olivia giggled. "It's Munch. Do I really need to explain?"

Casey shook her head and laughed at the truth of the statement.

"But," Olivia started. "You really need to explain. How? When? Why?"

Casey smiled but shrugged her shoulders. "I honestly couldn't tell you why. He's just funny." Casey laughed at Olivia's shocked expression. "He really is. I mean, after you get past all of the conspiracy rants and everything."

"Well that takes care of the 'why'." Olivia said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Now, moving on to the how and when."

"Ok," Casey started. "Well it started when we were both staying late one night. I walked by the squad room and saw him sitting there working on something. I normally would have just kept walking, but for some reason I stopped and went over to see what he was doing. As it turned out, he was reading about some cover up for a bombing or something crazy like that."

"Typical Munch." she muttered, shaking her head and waiting for Casey to continue.

"Well, I pulled up a chair to keep him company and he started talking about it and it was actually interesting. After a while, he talked himself out of all the conspiracy and he started telling me stories and it was nice. I got to hear things that he doesn't actually talk about. Then, we kinda started to say our goodbyes but I don't know what came over us, we just started kissing and it led us up to the cribs and— "

"Ok, I get it." Olivia cut off Casey, not wanting to hear a detailed account of their night. She shook her head and downed the rest of the wine, hoping to get the mere thought of it out of her head. "So are you guys together now?"

"I don't know." Casey shrugged. "I mean we went out to dinner the day after and that night ended pretty much like the one before."

"Wait a minute," Olivia stopped her. "Which bed did you use in the cribs?"

"Um ... one near the back. Why?" Casey asked.

"I want to make sure you guys didn't use my bed." Olivia said as Casey laughed at her. "No, I'm serious, I would go over there right now and switch my bed with someone else's."

Casey laughed at her friend but knew it was true. She knew which bed was Olivia's and which was Elliot's and made sure to steer clear of both of those beds. "Like Elliot's bed."

"Exactly." Olivia chuckled. "And I wouldn't even tell him, but I would laugh whenever he laid down in the bed."

"You're purely evil." Casey said with a smirk. She looked up the stairs and called up to Elliot. "Hey El, you better watch out. Your fiancée is evil."

Elliot came out of the bedroom rubbing his hair with a towel, fully dressed. "Oh trust me, I'm fully aware of that."

"Hey!" Olivia exclaimed, crossing her arms in mock anger. "You two are ganging up on me."

"Aww poor Olivia," Casey joked, rubbing Olivia's arms.

Olivia looked at her, eyebrows raised. She stood up and walked over to Elliot who was now coming down the stairs. Once he got off of the stairs, she wrapped her arms around his torso and arched her back so that he could see her. "Sweetie, you're never going to believe who Casey is dating."

Elliot looked at Casey who wasn't making eye contact with anyone in the room and back at Olivia. "Who?" he asked.

"Mr. John Munch." Olivia announced, pronouncing every syllable so that there would be no confusion as to who she was talking about.

Elliot looked at her, trying to see if she was joking. A smile played on his lips as he looked at her. "You're joking." he insisted, now laughing.

Olivia shook her head. "I'm not joking, El." she said, bluntly.

The laughter faded from his face as he noticed she was, indeed, telling the truth. "Oh," he muttered, trying to figured out the right thing to say. "Since when?"

This time Casey answered but still refused to make eye contact. "About a week ago."

Elliot pulled away from Olivia but kept his arm around her waist as they walked over to the couch to join Casey. "That's ...interesting."

Casey laughed at how alike the dynamic duo actually were. "So, enough about me. Let's talk about this wedding of yours."

Elliot and Olivia looked at each other and shrugged. "Ok," Elliot responded. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Everything." Casey replied, taking a notebook and a pen off of the coffee table and writing 'wedding to-do list' on the top of it. "So, where are you guys going to get married?"

Elliot and Olivia looked at each other. "Well I know how important your religion is to you, so a church is the obvious choice." Olivia said and Elliot nodded. "The problem is which church?"

"Well," Elliot said, answering her question. "There's a church I used to go to with my kids. It's not the church Kathy and I got married at but the priest knows me very well."

"Ok," Casey said, scratching 'location' off of her list. "So, now we have a church but speaking of the kids, are we going to have them come or are you not on speaking terms right now with them?"

"I am talking to my kids and I do see them pretty regularly. I haven't been talking to them lately since they're so busy with school in New Jersey with Kathy but I have seen Maureen since she goes to school at NYU." Elliot explained to Casey. "But it's really all up to them and if they want to come. I mean I know how much they love Liv but I haven't told them about the engagement yet, obviously."

"Ok," Casey said again, jotting something down on her pad of paper. Elliot and Olivia looked at each other and shook their heads. "Now this question is for Olivia: who's going to walk you down the aisle?"

"Um ..." Olivia stuttered, it was not the question she was expecting. "I don't know. I'll probably just walk myself down."

"I thought you were going to say that," Casey noted and looked at Olivia. "So, I have a suggestion, have Cragen walk you down."

"What? No." Olivia exclaimed as she chuckled. "It's not like he could anyway, it goes completely against rules.

"Oh come on, Liv. Don thinks of you like a daughter, and you think of him like a father, and besides, when have any of you done what the rules told you to do." Casey pointed out.

"No, Case." Olivia said, standing her position. "That would be an awkward conversation, especially if he said 'no'."

"I thought you would say that," Casey said again. "So, I asked him about a week ago if you two were to get married would he walk you down the aisle."

"You did what?" Olivia yelled.

"Olivia, Olivia." Casey repeated, trying to get her friend to relax. "He said yes."

"What?" Olivia breathed.

"He said he would walk you down if it was what you really wanted." Casey said.

"Oh," Olivia mumbled, not knowing what else to say. "Ok then."

"So he can walk you down?" Casey asked, wanting to make sure she heard the words straight from Olivia's mouth.

"Yes, he can walk me down the aisle." Olivia said, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Ok, well I can cross of the role of maid of honor." Casey said, scribbling in the notebook.

"Why?" Olivia jokingly asked Casey.

Casey's face practically fell at the question. "Why?" Casey asked, incredulously. "Well, I mean I thought I was going to be the maid of honor."

Olivia started laughing as Casey was at a loss for words. "Of course you are, Casey. I was only kidding."

Olivia had to duck to avoid the pen Casey had chucked at her head. "Well it wasn't funny."

"Aww, poor Casey." Olivia grinned, mimicking Casey.

Before any of them realized, the sun was coming up and exhaustion was beginning to set in. Olivia insisted that Casey stay and sleep on the couch. "You're way too tired to be driving, Casey."

"I'm fine." she assured the pair. "Besides I bet you two want to be alone."

"Casey, no." Olivia said, pushing the woman down onto the couch. "I, for one, am too tired to do anything right now and you are too tired to be driving."

"Yeah, Casey." Elliot agreed, standing next to Olivia. "You can stay on the couch and we'll pull all the shades down and it will look just like nighttime and we can all get some sleep."

"Exactly," Olivia said again. "And when we wake up Elliot can cook us something to eat."

"Exactly ... wait, what?" Elliot asked, as he realized what he had just agreed to.

Casey looked at them both skeptically, "Elliot can cook?"

Olivia nodded and practically moaned in response. "You have to eat his food, it's incredible."

Casey stood in front of them and realized there was no way she was going to win this fight and she was curious to taste Elliot's cooking. She finally gave in and sat down on the couch and slipped her shoes off. "Fine."

Olivia told Elliot to get Casey a pillow and a blanket from the closet and Olivia began closing the light-cancelling curtains that make everything pitch black. Elliot came back with the pillow and the blanket and made up a sleeping area for Casey on their couch. Casey smiled as she watched him. "He really is too good to be true."

Elliot and Olivia laughed and looked at each other. They knew it was true both ways. Elliot went upstairs while Olivia stayed down with Casey to clean up and make sure Casey was settled and comfortable. Before Olivia went to go upstairs, Casey stopped her. "Olivia, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Case. What is it?" Olivia asked, turning around and walking back to Casey.

"How do you even walk?" Casey asked in all seriousness. As soon as the question at the chance to be processed, a smile broke out on both of the women's faces.

Olivia laughed and shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"I mean," Casey started, trying to find the right word to describe this new part of Elliot she had recently discovered. "Wow."

Olivia laughed. "You better wipe that image out of your mind."

Olivia and Casey said goodnight and Olivia walked up to their bedroom and started to get changed. Knowing Casey was downstairs, she chose shorts and a tank-top. She crawled into bed with Elliot and kissing his jaw line and finally found his lips in the darkness of the room. Elliot inevitably took control of their lip-lock and he pinned Olivia down on the bed with her hands above her head. She moaned into his mouth but knew this had to stop. She pushed him away slightly but he didn't stop, he just moved his kisses to her neck. "El ...we can't."

"Why not, baby? I can be quiet." he assured her.

"I know you can baby, but we both know I can't." she blushed. "But it's not like anyone can blame me."

She reached her hand under the covers and cupped his growing length in her hand. He groaned from discomfort. "You don't need to be quiet baby, Casey won't be able to hear us."

Olivia chuckled. "She's an extremely light sleeper, El."

Elliot sighed and tried his puppy dog eyes on her but they didn't seem to phase her. "Do you know what Casey asked me right before I came up?"

"What?"

"She asked me how I could even walk." Olivia giggled. "And you know what? I couldn't answer her because I don't even know how I manage to walk everyday."

"Well baby," Elliot started as he pushed her tank top higher and higher until she let him take it off. "How about we experiment with that tonight?"

Olivia realized she couldn't resist once his tongue slid over her beaded nipple. Her back arched and she knew she wasn't going to be able to resist him any longer. She gave in to Elliot's touch and he smirked, knowing he had gotten exactly what he wanted. He took the nipple in his mouth and suckled on his lightly, knowing it was driving her crazy. He knew she was thrashing her head around and gripping the sheets so tightly that he knuckles were turning white without even opening his eyes. He peppered kisses all over over her chest as he made his way over to the right breast. He repeated the process until he felt Olivia, almost violently, tug at his shirt.

"Take it off." she breathed, demandingly. He obliged and stripped down to his boxers without her having to prompt him. He wanted his fiancée with him tonight just as much as she did. She was practically begging him by the time he got her shorts and underwear off of her. "I need you." she moaned.

He knew how true it was and he knew she was extremely close to an orgasm before he even entered her. Her hands pushed his boxers off of hips and he positioned himself above her. He peppered her body with kisses as he tried to make her wait. Finally he realized that he couldn't keep her waiting any longer as he moans got louder and much more demanding. Her nails began to dig into his back. He knew it would hurt in the morning but right now he didn't care.

He paused in his kisses and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted to the side as she gripped onto the sheets. "Look at me." he whispered into her ear.

Olivia did so and his thrust into her with one swift movement. It never ceased to amaze him how tight she was no matter how many times they made love. He paused while she adjusted to the size of him and once she looked him in the eyes again, he knew it was safe to move. He pulled out slightly and pushed himself back in, farther this time. He could feel her walls clenching around him and knew she was close to her climax as was he. "You can let go, baby."

She shook her head. "Not yet."

She held it off for as long as she possibly could, which wasn't long after he told her to let go. Elliot reached his peak immediately after her, he was holding off until she was completely satisfied. Olivia practically screamed as the orgasm rushed over her and warmed her to the core.

They laid in the after sex mist and Elliot climbed off of her and took his place next to her. He wrapped her in his arms and began peppering her jaw line and neck with kisses while slipping his fingers inside of her. "You just want to kill me, don't you?" Olivia breathed with a slight smile.

"Oh no, sweetie." he said with a grin, mocking Olivia's words earlier. "I'm waiting until after the wedding to do that."

Olivia laughed and kissed him. Elliot tucked a piece of hair behind her ears. "So, do you think Casey heard that?"

Olivia giggled and nodded. "Without a doubt."

And Olivia was right. Casey was lying in the living room on the couch, not knowing what to do. Part of her wanted to cringe but the other part was intrigued. She was wondering just how amazing Mr. Stabler was, that it was able to wake her up from her sleep. She tried to push the thoughts of what they were doing upstairs to the back of her mind, but every time she thought about her night with Munch in the cribs.

Soon after, they all drifted to sleep. Casey was lulled to sleep by the thought of being with Munch again when she awoke. Olivia and Elliot were lulled to sleep by the other's breathing.

A/N: Review please :) I definitely got a hand cramp writing all of this lol Review :)