Olivia laid awake, listening to her sleeping lover's even breathing. She gently ran her fingers through Casey's hair, smiling as the redhead stirred in her sleep. "Good morning," she murmured, tracing her fingertips across Casey's body.
Casey could make out the sound of Olivia's voice, but the detective may as well have been speaking Greek, for all she understood in her semi-conscious state. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, rolling onto her other side. In the process, some of the sheet fell away, revealing her naked body.
"Okay, honey." Olivia kissed her and got out of bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Okay," came Casey's mumbled response. She closed her eyes and snuggled under the covers once more, wanting nothing more than sleep.
Casey didn't know how much time had passed when Olivia returned. Feeling the bed shift some, she sleepily opened one emerald eye, then the other. The sight that greeted her was a tray full of all of her favorite breakfast foods: bacon, scrambled eggs smothered in cheddar cheese, a giant bowl of fruit cocktail, and a vast assortment of everything that could be counted as a breakfast food. "Holy cow," Casey exclaimed, staring at the food.
Olivia chuckled. Pouring some coffee out of the white porcelain pitcher into Casey's favorite cup, she smiled. "I know it's a lot of food, but what's more romantic than breakfast in bed?" she asked as she prepared the drink to Casey's liking. Once the three sugars and dash of French vanilla creamer were stirred in, she handed the cup to Casey.
Casey smiled, taking a tiny sip. The scalding coffee burned the inside of her mouth. She quickly grabbed an ice cube and chewed on it. Once the pain had been replaced by numbness, Casey realized Olivia was laughing at her. "What's so funny?"
"My wife is a redhead with blonde tendencies," Olivia remarked. She shook her head, grabbing a plate. She piled it with four slices of bacon, a little bit of eggs, and two sausage links. After filling a bowl with fruit cocktail, Olivia handed both the bowl and the plate to Casey.
Casey took them and hugged her. "Thank you, babe," she said, grabbing the salt and pepper. She loved the fact that Olivia always knew her deepest desires, without her ever saying a word. To Casey, mind reading was one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs out there. As Casey cut her sausage, she checked the clock. "Two hours until I have to be in court," she observed.
"Awww. Baby, you know you love your job," Olivia replied, taking a rather large bite out of a slice of bacon.
"Will you come?" Casey asked, hoping she didn't sound pathetic. It was just that Olivia was her good luck charm, and that was especially useful when Lena Petrovsky was the trial judge, like today.
Olivia poured a glass of orange juice. "I'll try," she replied. "If I'm not there by eleven it means I got tied up. But I will try."
"Okay," Casey said. After they finished eating, they did the dishes, then took a steaming shower together. Casey dressed in her favorite black suit and matching stiletto boots. Once her hair was curled and her makeup applied, Casey turned to Olivia, who was buttoning her slacks. "Here we go," Casey said. "Off to see the wizard.." Winking, she made her way back into the bedroom to retrieve her things.
"The People call Detective Elliot Stabler."
As Elliot took his seat on the witness stand, Casey stood between him and the defense table. "Detective Stabler," the attorney began, looking directly into Elliot's eyes. "Can you please tell the court why you are here today?"
"On the morning of December 9, myself and my partner were called into the hospital. There we met Michelle Carter, a sixteen year old girl who told us she was raped by her teacher."
"Who did she identify as her rapist?" Casey asked. Normally she would have probed for more background info, but this wasn't the first part of the trial, so for the jury, this was review.
Elliot pointed past her at the defendant. "Miss Carter identified James Monroe as the man who attacked her."
"Detective," Casey replied, retrieving a file from her stack and handing it to him. "Can you inform the jury what is in this folder?"
Elliot opened the manila file and scanned it briefly before answering. "A report that Mr. Monroe gave upon his arrest," he replied.
"And what does it say?"
"As we entered the interrogation room to question him, Mr. Monroe told us that Michelle had come into his office under the guise of wanting help on a homework assignment. He claimed she then "unzipped his pants with her teeth" and gave him a lap dance before forcing him to penetrate her."
Casey nodded carefully, walking over to the jury box while still facing Elliot. "And what did you later find about these accusations?"
"That they were unfounded and completely false."
"Thank you, Detective Stabler." Casey turned and walked back to her table.
As Casey sat down, Kressler stood up. "You stated that my client's allegations were, quote, unfounded, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"I'm sure you're more than qualified to make that assertion," Kressler said.
"Objection," Casey called from her seat. "Is there a question in here?"
Kressler turned back to Elliot, who was plainly getting irritated. "Detective Stabler, on what grounds do you base your judgment on who raped whom?"
Elliot looked to Casey for a moment, who nodded at him. He then looked once more at Kressler. "Upon the fully legal search of Mr. Monroe's house, we discovered a video in his VCR that he had evidently watched several times. This video featured him raping Michelle Carter, who cried no multiple times. Furthermore, her rape kit turned up semen that we later matched to Monroe."
"And police never plant evidence."
"OBJECTION," Casey shouted.
"Counsel approach," Petrovsky ordered.
Casey arrived several seconds before Kressler. She looked at the judge. "Your Honor," she whispered. "Mr. Kressler is speculating, stating facts not in evidence, AND badgering a witness. You know as well as I do that police are held to a high standard, and the planting of evidence is something no squad, ESPECIALLY the Manhattan Special Victims Unit, would ever do."
"Miss Novak is biased, Your Honor, since she is sleeping with a detective in the aforementioned unit."
Casey narrowed her eyes, which had turned from emerald to murky green out of anger. "That has nothing to do with this," she replied evenly. "You know you're losing, so you're trying every tactic you can think of to boost your case."
"Oh, alright, that's enough, both of you. Call your next witness, Miss Novak."
"I want to kill him," Casey growled three hours later. She carried her chow mein over to the couch and sat down next to Olivia. "How is that even legal to introduce an opposing attorney's sex life? Is he trying to say I'm not fit to try this case?"
"Maybe girl on girl turns him on," Olivia offered. At the look Casey gave her, she smiled softly. "I know you're stressed, sweetie, but you can't let him get to you. You said so yourself: a synonym for defense attorney is lying prick. Anyway, how did Petrovsky react?"
Casey shrugged. "She told me to call my next witness. Which, for her, I guess, is a good thing. I think part of me expected her to call a mistrial."
"I don't think even she would do that," Olivia responded, stabbing her noodles with her chopsticks. "Like I said, Kressler is just a bastard. Ignore him, honey."
"Right now, I just want to kill him," Casey repeated, though she didn't mean it.
