After dinner, Casey and Olivia were sitting in bed playing a game of Monopoly. It was somewhat awkward for Casey. She couldn't lay on her back, because then she wouldn't be able to play. She couldn't lay on her stomach, because common sense knew that was bad for the baby. So she was stuck in the odd position of playing while propping up on her side, which was fine until it came to rolling the dice or paying Olivia. As she took her turn and rolled, she smiled and moved ten places forward. "Oriental Avenue," she remarked, taking a one hundred from her ever growing stack. She placed it carefully in the "bank" and rummaged through the properties until she found her card.

"Shit," Olivia said, surveying the board. Casey had hotels on each side of the board. She, meanwhile, only had two houses each on the green properties and owned both utilities and all railroads. Yet, somehow, Casey, who kept landing on the railroads AND income tax, was at least two thousand dollars ahead. Olivia shook her head and grabbed the dice. "I'll catch up, you just wait," she stated, tossing them onto the board.

"Heard that one before," Casey chirped, grinning.

Olivia rolled her eyes and moved four places. "Well," she said, laying seventy five dollars in the middle of the board "It beats the hell out of the two thousand dollars I would owe you on Boardwalk." She rolled again, as she had previously had a double. As Casey prepared to give her the go money, Olivia took the card off the top of the chance stack. She read it quickly and sighed.

Casey looked up hopefully. "What?"

Olivia showed her the card and slowly inched her thimble all the way to Boardwalk. She paid Casey the two thousand and shook her head in disbelief. "What are the odds?" she asked.

"Well," Casey began, despite knowing she wasn't really looking for an answer. "Statistically speaking-" She was cut off by a passionate kiss. When Olivia pulled back and relaxed into her spot, Casey giggled. "As I was saying, the odds are one in however many chance cards there are. And the odds of getting that in the same turn as rolling a double is the odds of getting any given chance multiplied by the odds of getting a double and then you have to factor in that it's all in one turn."

Olivia arched her eyebrows. "You lost me at statistically speaking." She looked down at her money, which was down to a single dollar. "I think I lost."

The sad tone in her voice made Casey feel guilty for being so far ahead. "I'm sorry for buying so many hotels," she said, placing her hand over Olivia's and looking into her eyes. "But I have to redeem myself, because you creamed me last time. You creamed me like something that…" She trailed off, unable to think of a conclusion for her simile. "Like something that gets creamed I guess. Maybe corn? No, wait, that's totally lame. Creamed like…I give up."

"I understand, baby," Olivia told her, taking her hand and holding it. She leaned forward and kissed her on the lips again. "I was just trying to appeal to your sensitive nature."

"Screw you," Casey replied, only half meaning it.

Olivia laughed. "Don't worry, it's a plan to be put in action."

Casey reached for the dice and took her turn, advancing to the nearest community chest. She retrieved the top card. "Advance to go," she read out loud. She did as instructed and dropped the dice into Olivia's hand.

"I'm kind of afraid to do this," Olivia muttered, rolling. She passed go and landed on States, her own property. Having gotten a twelve, she was able to roll again. Casey mentally counted how many times in a row the detective had gotten at least one double on her turn. Olivia advanced to New York Avenue and looked at Casey. "New York with a hotel."

Consulting the card, Casey replied "That will be one thousand dollars."

Olivia gave her the last dollar and smiled. "You win. What do you win?"

"Hmmmmm," Casey murmured, pretending to think long and hard about it. Feigning a sudden epiphany, she asked "How about a night with the hottest detective ever?"

"Everybody wins in that scenario," Olivia responded, placing a rubber band around the community chest, chance, and property cards. Doing the same with the money, she placed everything in the box, watching as Casey did the same with the money, then bagged the game pieces, houses, and hotels.

As Olivia planted yet another passionate kiss on her, Casey moaned softly and wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck. Olivia rolled over so that she was on top. Pinning the redhead to the bed, she looked down into her emerald eyes. "Have you been a good girl?" she asked.

Casey shook her head. "I've been oh so naughty. I deserve whatever punishment you see fit." Truthfully, she had something in mind, but to her, saying what you wanted made it less special when the other person obliged. It would be like asking for a surprise, and getting it, as opposed to just being surprised with it. To her, anyway.

"I'll take your cooperation with the police into consideration," Olivia replied. "But first, I do believe it is time for the strip search."

"Oh dear," Casey whispered. Normally, this would be the part in their little game where she would "run away" and Olivia would chase her and catch her, then punish her wherever in the house they happened to end up. But, since Casey was several months pregnant and fairly unable to run much, that step would have to be skipped for the time being. So they moved on. Casey whimpered quietly when Olivia pinned her wrists hard against the bed. "How long is my sentence?"

"Life," Olivia informed her with a smirk, trailing kisses down her neck and biting hard into each breast. Casey gasped softly as the older woman alternated between biting, licking, and suckling her nipples. Olivia growled lowly, holding firmer still onto the attorney's wrists.

Just when Casey thought it was time for her punishment to REALLY begin, the doorbell rang loud and clear from downstairs. Casey sighed. "Unbelievable," she muttered, quickly covering up with the sheet. "Who the hell is rude enough to interrupt amazing sex?"

"Well, technically, they can't see we are having amazing sex," Olivia replied.

"Whatever," Casey mumbled, blushing several shades redder.

Olivia, who was the only one still fully dressed, leaned down and kissed her before standing up. She looked out the window and sighed. "Guess who?"

"Little Miss Can't Take a Hint?" Casey asked, her voice dripping with bitterness.

"I'll be back up in a few minutes." Seeing Casey's eyes narrow in apprehension, Olivia quickly added "I'll behave, I promise."

"Fine," Casey snapped. "I'll be waiting right here, like a good little wife." She knew Olivia didn't catch the double meaning to her words, but then again, that was probably a good thing.

Several minutes later, Olivia returned. It only took Casey a few seconds to realize she wasn't alone. Noticing that the brunette had brought company, Casey looked at her. "Why the hell did you bring her up here?" she demanded, quickly scrambling to hide her naked body under the covers. She managed to reach for her bottle of tea without uncovering herself too much.

Olivia looked at Alex, who was in a casual outfit. Another difference, thought Casey, who always stayed in her court clothes into the late hours of the night. "Alex has a proposition for us. Alex?"

"Wouldn't a threesome be really interesting?" Alex wondered.

Casey swallowed her tea, but it went down the wrong way. Once she was through choking, she looked up. "A WHAT?"

Author's note: Hey everyone. Classes started this past Monday, August 8. I've been so busy getting things ready that update time has been nonexistent, so I am so sorry. I will push as hard as I can for one to three times a week. Thanks to everyone for your patience and understanding. Also, the idea for this chapter (the second half of it) came from the fact that even though I don't support Alex/Olivia, I do like Alex and I thought this would be a closure type thing for her. I hope that makes sense.