I figure I left you hanging long enough. I do love cliffhangers!
Oh, and it was pointed out that a Liv/Casey pairing couldn't work because they're at odds so many times in the show. It's like kids throwing sand in the sandbox. I've seen this pairing ever since that episode where they tried to say that the rapist had been born to rape. Casey didn't buy it from the beginning, and I like to think that that made Liv look at her a little differently. (You'll remember Alex, though I love her too, commented that it was a good defense.)
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Chapter Five: Olivia
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Olivia barely noticed that the shattered coffee cup had thrown hot coffee up onto her khaki pants, but stared at Gina. "Did you say Devon Jocelyn?" she asked, her voice sounding hollow in the sudden rush of blood through her ears as her pulse sped up.
Gina looked concerned. "Yeah. Why? Do you know him?"
Casey had grabbed a rag and tossed it over the whole mess, shards of mug and all, before gingerly shoving it away with her bare foot, trying to reach Olivia. Olivia watched her, the red-head's business-like and determined attitude helping to calm her the slightest bit, but the new information still roared through her brain. "He was our next door neighbor," she said, reaching back and bracing herself against the counter as she remembered the guy. "A year before I was born and six years after."
Gina swallowed. "Jays, Liv."
Casey pressed her body flush against Olivia's and used her left hand to bring Liv's chin up, fingers dancing against her pulse. The sheer physical contact was a relief to Olivia, who wrapped an arm around Casey's waist and leaned against her for support. She was a lot more comforting than the counter.
Gina continued. "Do you want me to call Kelly?"
Olivia shook her head. "And say what? You sister's girlfriend might be your sister? That the guy was raping women fourteen years before her raped your mother? Based on circumstantial evidence?"
"No," Casey said, lips moving against Olivia's throat. She pulled back just enough that they both could hear her. "Run Jocelyn's dna against yours, Liv. Then, if it's a familial match, tell Kelly. If you want."
Olivia nodded; Casey was right, and she wasn't thinking clearly. But she knew what the dna results would be. She'd only been a kid, but she remembered Jocelyn. The oily way he used to look at her mother; the presents he'd give her on her birthdays. For God's sake, the guy had taught her how to kick a soccer ball when she was four! Her mother remarked acidly about how Mr. Jocelyn only felt sorry for them, since they were all alone.
Standing there in the kitchen, Casey gently running her figernails up and down her back, she wondered a lot of things. She wondered why the police hadn't suspected Jocelyn of the rape at the time. She wondered if she looked anything like him. She wondered if her mother had ever suspected anything. She wondered if the young, dark-haired woman who Gina was dating actually was her sister, and if so, would she want to acknowledge that connection?
"She does look kind of like you," Gina said suddenly.
"Huh?" Olivia said, blinking rapidly as she tried to figure out what Gina had just said.
"Kelly. She looks kind of like you. In a greek sort of way. Hang on," and Gina disappeared into the living room.
Casey leaned back and looked Olivia in the eyes. "You okay?"
Olivia nodded slowly. "I think so."
Casey grinned. "Good. Cause I really want to finish my coffee." The comment startled laughter out of her, just as it was meant to.
Gina returned with her sketchbook in hand, flipping rapidly to a page and yanking it out, then finding another page. "See?" She held up the book and the page side-by-side.
Both were full-page sketches of heads, Kelly's and Olivia's. Looking at them objectively, she could see that Kelly's jawline did bear a certain resemblance to her's, not enough to be striking, but enough that a talented artist like Gina could capture them. And their necks were very similar. Feature-wise, Kelly's dominant greek eyebrows hid any facial characteristics that were similar. Gina pointed out a part of the picture. "Right here," and her fingers traced Kelly's jawline, "And here." She tapped the place where shoulder met neck, where there was a slight double curve as the younger woman cocked her head to the side. Olivia craned her face around to see if she had the same feature, but it was impossible to look at one's neck, and Casey quickly smothered a laugh at her attempt.
"So the question is," Casey said, quickly sobering as Olivia shot her a dirty look, "Are these similarities coincidence, or are sisters really dating sisters?" She frowned. "That's not incest, is it?"
Gina laughed. "I don't think so. It just sounds like it."
Olivia laughed. Come tomorrow morning, she'd take a sample of her dna into the lab and have them run it against Devon Jocelyn's. She had a feeling she wouldn't be laughing then.
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I love this plot-thickening stuff. It makes it so fun to write! And to review!
Oh, and it was pointed out that a Liv/Casey pairing couldn't work because they're at odds so many times in the show. It's like kids throwing sand in the sandbox. I've seen this pairing ever since that episode where they tried to say that the rapist had been born to rape. Casey didn't buy it from the beginning, and I like to think that that made Liv look at her a little differently. (You'll remember Alex, though I love her too, commented that it was a good defense.)
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Chapter Five: Olivia
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Olivia barely noticed that the shattered coffee cup had thrown hot coffee up onto her khaki pants, but stared at Gina. "Did you say Devon Jocelyn?" she asked, her voice sounding hollow in the sudden rush of blood through her ears as her pulse sped up.
Gina looked concerned. "Yeah. Why? Do you know him?"
Casey had grabbed a rag and tossed it over the whole mess, shards of mug and all, before gingerly shoving it away with her bare foot, trying to reach Olivia. Olivia watched her, the red-head's business-like and determined attitude helping to calm her the slightest bit, but the new information still roared through her brain. "He was our next door neighbor," she said, reaching back and bracing herself against the counter as she remembered the guy. "A year before I was born and six years after."
Gina swallowed. "Jays, Liv."
Casey pressed her body flush against Olivia's and used her left hand to bring Liv's chin up, fingers dancing against her pulse. The sheer physical contact was a relief to Olivia, who wrapped an arm around Casey's waist and leaned against her for support. She was a lot more comforting than the counter.
Gina continued. "Do you want me to call Kelly?"
Olivia shook her head. "And say what? You sister's girlfriend might be your sister? That the guy was raping women fourteen years before her raped your mother? Based on circumstantial evidence?"
"No," Casey said, lips moving against Olivia's throat. She pulled back just enough that they both could hear her. "Run Jocelyn's dna against yours, Liv. Then, if it's a familial match, tell Kelly. If you want."
Olivia nodded; Casey was right, and she wasn't thinking clearly. But she knew what the dna results would be. She'd only been a kid, but she remembered Jocelyn. The oily way he used to look at her mother; the presents he'd give her on her birthdays. For God's sake, the guy had taught her how to kick a soccer ball when she was four! Her mother remarked acidly about how Mr. Jocelyn only felt sorry for them, since they were all alone.
Standing there in the kitchen, Casey gently running her figernails up and down her back, she wondered a lot of things. She wondered why the police hadn't suspected Jocelyn of the rape at the time. She wondered if she looked anything like him. She wondered if her mother had ever suspected anything. She wondered if the young, dark-haired woman who Gina was dating actually was her sister, and if so, would she want to acknowledge that connection?
"She does look kind of like you," Gina said suddenly.
"Huh?" Olivia said, blinking rapidly as she tried to figure out what Gina had just said.
"Kelly. She looks kind of like you. In a greek sort of way. Hang on," and Gina disappeared into the living room.
Casey leaned back and looked Olivia in the eyes. "You okay?"
Olivia nodded slowly. "I think so."
Casey grinned. "Good. Cause I really want to finish my coffee." The comment startled laughter out of her, just as it was meant to.
Gina returned with her sketchbook in hand, flipping rapidly to a page and yanking it out, then finding another page. "See?" She held up the book and the page side-by-side.
Both were full-page sketches of heads, Kelly's and Olivia's. Looking at them objectively, she could see that Kelly's jawline did bear a certain resemblance to her's, not enough to be striking, but enough that a talented artist like Gina could capture them. And their necks were very similar. Feature-wise, Kelly's dominant greek eyebrows hid any facial characteristics that were similar. Gina pointed out a part of the picture. "Right here," and her fingers traced Kelly's jawline, "And here." She tapped the place where shoulder met neck, where there was a slight double curve as the younger woman cocked her head to the side. Olivia craned her face around to see if she had the same feature, but it was impossible to look at one's neck, and Casey quickly smothered a laugh at her attempt.
"So the question is," Casey said, quickly sobering as Olivia shot her a dirty look, "Are these similarities coincidence, or are sisters really dating sisters?" She frowned. "That's not incest, is it?"
Gina laughed. "I don't think so. It just sounds like it."
Olivia laughed. Come tomorrow morning, she'd take a sample of her dna into the lab and have them run it against Devon Jocelyn's. She had a feeling she wouldn't be laughing then.
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I love this plot-thickening stuff. It makes it so fun to write! And to review!
