Here you go! I'm getting this chapter posted before I have to go to school, and I'll probably be able to post the next one tomorrow, if I get enough reviews.

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Chapter Six: Casey

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Casey always hated Monday mornings; it was one cliche she could share with Garfield.

It wasn't just the end of her day off that she hated, even though sometimes waking up in the morning and actually having to get dressed and refrain from helping Olivia dress (so they could get to work on time) was pure torture. On Mondays, all the cases that had happened on Sunday got dumped squarely on her desk, and the first hour or two at the DA's office was spent going through them.

She 'had' to get up and head over to the SVU precinct about eleven, partly because she needed to ask Cragen if he wanted a search warrant for a disgusting band teacher's apartment, and mostly because she wanted to check and see how Liv was doing.

Eliot waved slightly at Casey as she entered, pointing over at Olivia's desk with a relieved expression on his face. Looking over, Casey understood why. Olivia was sitting hunched over at her desk, staring at something on the surface with an expression of intense concentration and anger on her face. From Eliot's expression, she'd been like that for a while.

Liv didn't even look up as Casey walked over, and she jumped about a foot in the air when Casey laid a hand on her shoulder, even though Casey hadn't been particularly quiet in her approach. "Jays, Case. You scared me."

"And you're scaring Eliot," she retorted, though her tone was gentle. "What's-?" She broke off as she saw the mug shot in the open folder on the desk. "Oh. This is him."

"Yep. Devon Jocelyn. My father." Olivia's tone was matter-of-fact and pain-laced, and Casey squeezed her arm, mindful of showing affection in the precinct.

"You know that already?" Casey was surprised; her experience with the dna lab is that it takes longer than that to process dna samples.

Olivia laughed quietly. "Dna won't be in for a while, but I know. Look." She held the mug shot up to a sketch she had tacked to her paper rack, one Gina had done of her a while ago. Their jawlines were almost identical, and even though Gina's sketch was black and white, Casey noticed with a shiver that the man's deeply brown eyes were the same as Olivia's. How could his hold so much violence and hers be so loving?

"So you know," Casey said, not commenting on the resemblance. "How do you feel?"

Olivia chuckled in a humorless sort of way. "How do I look like I feel? Relieved? Happy? Vengeful? Angry?"

Casey thought. "All of them."

Olivia slumped. "Well, you're right. And confused. What do I do?"

Casey shrugged. "Nothing yet. Wait for dna. And meanwhile, do your job. Reassure Eliot that you're not crazy." That made Olivia laugh, and she closed the folder with a smack of paper, standing up abruptly and heading over to Eliot, who was waiting in front of the interview room with George Huang. Casey hurried to catch up.

"What's up today?" she asked as they neared Eliot and George, and it was Eliot who answered.

"Fourteen year old girl beaten and raped by her eighteen year old ex-boyfriend because he found out she's bisexual," Eliot stated grimly, knowing what kind of anger that roused in all three of the people he was standing with. "Poor kid flinches if a guy so much as sticks his head into the room, including Dr Huang."

"So who's gonna do the psych eval?" Olivia asked. "I'm not a Ph.D., and that's what a judge'll want."

"I have a recommendation," George said with a grim half-smile as if he regretted having to make one in the first place. "She's relatively young, but she graduated from Harvard. And she's very, very good with rape victims. Dr Kelly Yannopoulos. I could give her a call."

Casey and Olivia exchanged shocked looks, and then Casey chuckled. "I'll do it. She's probably on her lunch break." She pulled out her cell phone and pressed number one on her speed dial, while Olivia chuckled.

Gina picked up instantly. "Hey, Gina. Has Kelly left yet? She hasn't? Good. Put her on."

There was a flustered pause, and then the melodious and greek-accented voice filled the line. "Hello? Casey?" Suddenly Casey realized what about her voice had caused her to pause when they'd first met: her voice had the same cool, intangible calm as Olivia's. How could something like that be genetic?

"Hi, Kelly," Casey said, her tone apologizing for any confusion. "Sorry to bother you, but we've got a rape victim here who won't let our resident Dr Huang go near her. He reccomended we call you. I didn't know you went to Harvard."

"Oh," Kelly said, understanding clearing her voice slightly. "I didn't know you knew George. He wasn't at the party." She pointedly ignored the implied admiration at her Harvard degree.

"He was in DC at the time," Casey explained.

"I'd be glad to stop by. Well, not glad, given the circumstances, but... I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Where?" Casey told her the address, and when asked if she wanted to talk to Gina again, declined.

She severed the connection and faced the confused looks of Eliot and George. "Casey's new girlfriend."

"Oh," George said, shaking his head. "Small world."

Olivia sighed. "You have *no* idea." And she didn't explain that comment, but to Casey, she didn't have to.

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