I forgot to put the &@#% disclaimer on the first chapter, so I'm putting it here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Olivia or Casey (*pout*) and all characters and items you recognize from the show are not mine.
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Chapter Two: Casey
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Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak had never been a party person.
Hell, she'd never been a people person. She liked to joke that Gina had gotten all those genes, along with her creative streak. What could Casey do? She could argue her way out of pretty much any situation; she could sit still and be quiet for hours, something Gina couldn't do if her life depended on it; she could throw the hell out of a softball (her batting wasn't that great, granted, though she could hit the ball when she had to); and she was about as stubborn as someone could get- when you're a lawyer, that's a good thing.
So when Casey admitted to herself that she was having a pretty good time, she had to check the level of her wine glass.
It wasn't one of those parties Gina's friends had been crazy about throwing in college, with bad beer, worse drugs and loud, head-banging music. It was actually pretty quiet, comparatively, very sophisticated. Of course, Eliot and Kathy had been the first ones on the guest list, after Gina, so Maureen, Cathy, Lizzie and Dickie were around somewhere, but they were on their best behavior, and in their best clothes. It was a very swanky restauraunt, and most people were probably wondering how she could afford to rent the whole place out to throw Detective Olivia Benson a party. Truth be told, she'd done some legal wrangling in the past for the owner, who let her have the place for the night. Casey wouldn't tell them that, though.
Liv looked great. She was wearing a black sequined deal that Casey had found lurking in the back of her closet, complete with the matching shoes, and she was overjoyed at all the people who had showed up. Despite Liv's protests that she didn't want her thirty-ninth birthday celebrated, Casey knew she'd done a good thing.
The self-same woman she'd been musing about detatched herself from the "funny" story Munch was telling and slid up to Casey's side. "I love this color on you," Olivia said, setting her wineglass on the nearest table and wrapping an arm around Casey's green-clad waist. "I never get to see you in anything but black. You should invest in a green suit."
"They'd call me a leprechaun," Casey chuckled at the sudden image of herself in a green suit and top hat.
"You're not Irish or short," Olivia said innocently, and laughed when Casey elbowed her in her ribs. "Where's Gina, by the way?
Casey shrugged, leaning against Liv's shoulder and tucking her chin into the naturally bronzed neck affectionately. "She'll show up. She wouldn't miss this." At that moment, she caught sight of a flash of auburn hair weaving it's way through the crowd. "There you go."
Both Casey and Olivia smiled in greeting as Casey's twin sister headed for them, a wrapped canvas held carefully in front of her, then Casey stiffened as she noticed the dark-haired woman Gina had in tow. "Hey, Gina. You're late."
Gina grinned, and tilted her head towards the dark-haired woman, whose dark red dress flattered her willowy curves with a flawless elegance. "Her fault. We ran into Ms. Watters in the hallway, and Kelly had to pet the dog." Gina rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, and Casey smothered a laugh. Gina was crazy about Pinochle, the elderly Ms. Watters' Yorkshire terrier, and she had probably stopped to pet him, too.
"It's a cute dog," the woman protested mildly, in the kind of smoky, drawling voice women in old Bond movies possessed, a trace of an accent coloring her vowels. She blinked, and blushed slightly. "Oh! Sorry. I'm Keleos Yannopoulos." The distinctly greek syllables rolled easily off her tongue, though Casey was sure she would fumble with it if she ever had to repeat it. "Kelly." She freed her hand from Gina's to offer it to Casey.
Casey took it and surveyed her sister's date. "Nice to meet you. I'm Casey."
Kelly flicked a stray lock of brown hair out of her eyes and grinned, displaying neat, even white teeth that had more to do with heredity than dental care. "I know. I've heard so much about you." She gave Casey's hand an extra squeeze before releasing it, turning to Liv. "You must be Olivia. I've heard a lot about you, too." The eye roll that accompanied that comment suggested that Gina had said quite a bit about both of them. "I'm glad I finally get to meet you. Happy Birthday."
Olivia smiled graciously. "Thank you. It's very nice to meet you as well."
"Here," Gina said, apparently over the introduction with a lack of grace born of impatience, and she thrust the canvas unceremoniously at Olivia. "Kelly had it framed, so it's from both of us."
Olivia ripped the brown paper away from the front of the picture, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Casablanca," she said, nodding, then she showed the picture to Casey.
It was Casey and Olivia, leaning against each other on the couch in Gina's loft, looking off the edge of the frame with the kind of dreamy-eyed expressions people get when they watched really good old movies. It was different from Gina's normal pieces in that it had been carefully watercolored in, which said in itself that Gina had spent a good amount of time working on it. "It's great, Gina," Liv said, clearing her throat absently. Casey caught the slight tremble in her voice, and pressed her cheek against Liv's bare shoulder in appreciation of that emotion.
Gina grinned in delight. "I know." She winced, and shot a reproachful look at Kelly, who had apparently pinched her in her side. "What? I worked hard on it."
"Ego, erastis," Kelly said, running a finger up and down Gina's forearm, a seemingly innocent gesture which nonetheless gave Casey the impression that she should leave the room, or suggest her sister get one. Certainly it broke Gina's train of self-inflated thoughts, something Casey had been unable to do their whole lives. It made Casey regard the woman more seriously- it seemed that she was more than a party escort.
Liv cleared her throat with the air of one used to breaking up public displays of affection. "Okay. Well, it was very nice to meet you, Kelly, but I have to go save Casey's secretary from Munch again." She gestured towards the kitchen door, where Fiona had managed to get her blond self trapped for the third time that night- she was too polite to shove off one of Casey's 'detective friends', and Munch was too cocky to know when he wasn't wanted.
"Ah! The poor, defenseless doll," Gina said, waxing sympathetic when she really didn't understand why a perfectly straight woman like Fiona didn't like someone like John Munch. She personally thought the guy was hilarious. Casey guessed it was another personality flaw, like her disorganized closet or her penchant for trashy, heterosexual romance novels. "By all means, rescue her!"
Olivia chuckled and ruffled Gina's hair with her free hand as she passed. The other hand was inescapably twined with Casey's, and while she appreciated the gesture and proximity, she knew it was because Liv didn't trust her not to bite the head off of her sister's new girlfriend.
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I'm using an online English-to-Greek translator which is free and therefore may not be entirely trustworthy. If anyone speaks greek and catches mistakes, I'd be grateful for corrections.
Disclaimer: I do not own Olivia or Casey (*pout*) and all characters and items you recognize from the show are not mine.
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Chapter Two: Casey
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Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak had never been a party person.
Hell, she'd never been a people person. She liked to joke that Gina had gotten all those genes, along with her creative streak. What could Casey do? She could argue her way out of pretty much any situation; she could sit still and be quiet for hours, something Gina couldn't do if her life depended on it; she could throw the hell out of a softball (her batting wasn't that great, granted, though she could hit the ball when she had to); and she was about as stubborn as someone could get- when you're a lawyer, that's a good thing.
So when Casey admitted to herself that she was having a pretty good time, she had to check the level of her wine glass.
It wasn't one of those parties Gina's friends had been crazy about throwing in college, with bad beer, worse drugs and loud, head-banging music. It was actually pretty quiet, comparatively, very sophisticated. Of course, Eliot and Kathy had been the first ones on the guest list, after Gina, so Maureen, Cathy, Lizzie and Dickie were around somewhere, but they were on their best behavior, and in their best clothes. It was a very swanky restauraunt, and most people were probably wondering how she could afford to rent the whole place out to throw Detective Olivia Benson a party. Truth be told, she'd done some legal wrangling in the past for the owner, who let her have the place for the night. Casey wouldn't tell them that, though.
Liv looked great. She was wearing a black sequined deal that Casey had found lurking in the back of her closet, complete with the matching shoes, and she was overjoyed at all the people who had showed up. Despite Liv's protests that she didn't want her thirty-ninth birthday celebrated, Casey knew she'd done a good thing.
The self-same woman she'd been musing about detatched herself from the "funny" story Munch was telling and slid up to Casey's side. "I love this color on you," Olivia said, setting her wineglass on the nearest table and wrapping an arm around Casey's green-clad waist. "I never get to see you in anything but black. You should invest in a green suit."
"They'd call me a leprechaun," Casey chuckled at the sudden image of herself in a green suit and top hat.
"You're not Irish or short," Olivia said innocently, and laughed when Casey elbowed her in her ribs. "Where's Gina, by the way?
Casey shrugged, leaning against Liv's shoulder and tucking her chin into the naturally bronzed neck affectionately. "She'll show up. She wouldn't miss this." At that moment, she caught sight of a flash of auburn hair weaving it's way through the crowd. "There you go."
Both Casey and Olivia smiled in greeting as Casey's twin sister headed for them, a wrapped canvas held carefully in front of her, then Casey stiffened as she noticed the dark-haired woman Gina had in tow. "Hey, Gina. You're late."
Gina grinned, and tilted her head towards the dark-haired woman, whose dark red dress flattered her willowy curves with a flawless elegance. "Her fault. We ran into Ms. Watters in the hallway, and Kelly had to pet the dog." Gina rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, and Casey smothered a laugh. Gina was crazy about Pinochle, the elderly Ms. Watters' Yorkshire terrier, and she had probably stopped to pet him, too.
"It's a cute dog," the woman protested mildly, in the kind of smoky, drawling voice women in old Bond movies possessed, a trace of an accent coloring her vowels. She blinked, and blushed slightly. "Oh! Sorry. I'm Keleos Yannopoulos." The distinctly greek syllables rolled easily off her tongue, though Casey was sure she would fumble with it if she ever had to repeat it. "Kelly." She freed her hand from Gina's to offer it to Casey.
Casey took it and surveyed her sister's date. "Nice to meet you. I'm Casey."
Kelly flicked a stray lock of brown hair out of her eyes and grinned, displaying neat, even white teeth that had more to do with heredity than dental care. "I know. I've heard so much about you." She gave Casey's hand an extra squeeze before releasing it, turning to Liv. "You must be Olivia. I've heard a lot about you, too." The eye roll that accompanied that comment suggested that Gina had said quite a bit about both of them. "I'm glad I finally get to meet you. Happy Birthday."
Olivia smiled graciously. "Thank you. It's very nice to meet you as well."
"Here," Gina said, apparently over the introduction with a lack of grace born of impatience, and she thrust the canvas unceremoniously at Olivia. "Kelly had it framed, so it's from both of us."
Olivia ripped the brown paper away from the front of the picture, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Casablanca," she said, nodding, then she showed the picture to Casey.
It was Casey and Olivia, leaning against each other on the couch in Gina's loft, looking off the edge of the frame with the kind of dreamy-eyed expressions people get when they watched really good old movies. It was different from Gina's normal pieces in that it had been carefully watercolored in, which said in itself that Gina had spent a good amount of time working on it. "It's great, Gina," Liv said, clearing her throat absently. Casey caught the slight tremble in her voice, and pressed her cheek against Liv's bare shoulder in appreciation of that emotion.
Gina grinned in delight. "I know." She winced, and shot a reproachful look at Kelly, who had apparently pinched her in her side. "What? I worked hard on it."
"Ego, erastis," Kelly said, running a finger up and down Gina's forearm, a seemingly innocent gesture which nonetheless gave Casey the impression that she should leave the room, or suggest her sister get one. Certainly it broke Gina's train of self-inflated thoughts, something Casey had been unable to do their whole lives. It made Casey regard the woman more seriously- it seemed that she was more than a party escort.
Liv cleared her throat with the air of one used to breaking up public displays of affection. "Okay. Well, it was very nice to meet you, Kelly, but I have to go save Casey's secretary from Munch again." She gestured towards the kitchen door, where Fiona had managed to get her blond self trapped for the third time that night- she was too polite to shove off one of Casey's 'detective friends', and Munch was too cocky to know when he wasn't wanted.
"Ah! The poor, defenseless doll," Gina said, waxing sympathetic when she really didn't understand why a perfectly straight woman like Fiona didn't like someone like John Munch. She personally thought the guy was hilarious. Casey guessed it was another personality flaw, like her disorganized closet or her penchant for trashy, heterosexual romance novels. "By all means, rescue her!"
Olivia chuckled and ruffled Gina's hair with her free hand as she passed. The other hand was inescapably twined with Casey's, and while she appreciated the gesture and proximity, she knew it was because Liv didn't trust her not to bite the head off of her sister's new girlfriend.
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I'm using an online English-to-Greek translator which is free and therefore may not be entirely trustworthy. If anyone speaks greek and catches mistakes, I'd be grateful for corrections.
