Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Dick Wolf and the people who own and write SVU.

A/N: Wow, about time for a new story, guys. This is just a tid bit of crossover with Criminal Intent, but not much. This is going to be a highschool-eraish one, I've kind of wanted to do one for the past few months now but I wasn't really as experienced in writing these stories so I just wrote a basic one before. So here it goes.

"Shit," Casey Novak said as she opened the door to her closet. 'What am I going to wear?' she thought.

It was her first day in a new highschool since she had transferred out of Saint Cecilia's Day school. Her first day in a public high school and she was completely lost on what to wear. She had never needed all that much clothes when she had gone to Saint Cecilia's; they wore uniforms.

"Case?" a woman's voice came through the door in Casey's room.

"Yeah Mom? I'm getting dressed, I'll be ready for breakfast in like 15 minutes."

"Have you already done your hair and your makeup?"

"Yeah," Casey replied as she took down a shirt on a coat hanger in her closet. "Just can't figure out what to wear."

"Okay, well, breakfast is ready when you are," Casey's mom said as she walked out of the doorway.

"Yeah, yeah," Casey said as she pulled on her pair of jeans, snug on her hips. She looked around her closet and settled for a tank top with light pink and white stripes, fitting nicely along her athletic curves, and leaving just a half an inch of bare midriff showing. She looked around for a belt and pulled on a pink and white polka-dotted belt, before taking it off, deciding that the stripes contrasted too much with the polka dots. She fastened on another all pink belt and walked into the bathroom, running the brush through her flat strawberry blonde hair. She put one extra coat of mascara on and decided she looked okay.

Casey wasn't really one for a lot of makeup, but like any other normal 17 year old girl she wore her basic eyeshadow with a little rim of black eyeliner and coat of mascara. She slipped on her flip flops, grabbed her back pack and purse, and headed for the kitchen.

"Morning Case," her mom said as she read the newspaper.

"Morning," Casey replied as she walked to her spot at the breakfast table. She sat down, but didn't really feel hungry. She ate a piece of toast and a bite of an egg before looking at the clock. "Mom, it's 8:25 and school starts at 9:00, so do you think the traffic will be really bad?"

"Good point, Case," Casey's mother said as she turned around to look at the clock as well.

"And I want to get there early to see where my first class is."

"Yeah, you should probably go."

"Alright mom," Casey said as she cleared her plate and grabbed her keys out of her purse and slipped her back pack on.

"I'll call you after school if I'm going to be late or anything, okay?"

"Alright, sweetie, have a good day."

The butterflies in Casey's stomach fluttered faster as she walked to her car. She unlocked the front door to her silver Volvo and climbed in, placing her purse in her lap and her backpack in the passenger seat. She pulled down the street and onto the feeder, stopping at a red light. She looked at the highway in front of her and gaped at the traffic. She was getting even more nervous that she would be late and it would be embarrassing for her. She glanced to the black convertible on her left, where there was a girl in the driver's seat with straight, dirty blonde hair, looking like she was about to claw her eyes out as the boy in the passenger seat chatted away about something. He was big looking, with curly dark hair and bluish/grayish eyes.

Somewhere behind her, a car honked and Casey realized the light had turned green, and she had been distracted. She pulled forward and to the right, and decided to remain on the feeder rather than get caught up in the highway traffic. Besides the minor road blockage, Casey made it to her new highschool in 10 minutes, at 8:40. She followed the signs to the junior parking lot and found a place easily. She turned around to see the same black convertible with the boy and girl pull in to a parking space two cars down.

"Bobby, would you shut up about the history of this school. We've gone here the past two years, I don't really care anymore," the girl said as they walked towards Casey's car as she grabbed her backpack out of the passenger seat and put her purse over her soldier.

"But Alex, it's fascinating," the boy whined. Casey realized he was a lot taller than the girl he was walking with. "Are you new?" the boy asked Casey as he stopped walking, right in front of her car.

"Y-y-yes," Casey stammered.

"Welcome to Lovett highschool, did you know..." the boy named Bobby began to say.

"Ignore him please," Alex said as she cut him off. "I'm Alex," the girl said. "Alex Eames; and this is Bobby Goren."

"Nice to meet you," Casey said as they began to walk towards the school.

"Where did you come from?" Bobby asked.

"Oh, I came from Saint Cecilia's. It's a private school out by..."

"Flushing, I know," Bobby finished.

"How do you know that?" Alex asked, giving Bobby a funny look. "Nevermind," Alex said, waving him off. "I don't want to know, actually."

Bobby just smiled. "Where is your first class?" he asked.

"Let me look," Casey said as she grabbed her schedule out of her jean pocket. "I have Physics first period, room 217," she responded.

"Do you know how the numbering works?" Alex inquired.

"No, not at all."

"Okay well, basically, 100-199 are all on the bottom floor. Then 200-299 are all upstairs. There are lots of hallways branching off from the main one, and they go 1-10, left to right. It's pretty easy actually."

"Oh, so my first class is upstairs, first hall on the right?"

"Exactly," Bobby added as they walked through the front doors.

"Well, our first class is Government, room 149, so we're going to go before the early bell rings. Hopefully we'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye," Casey said as she started up the stairs to her first class. Just as Alex and Bobby, had told her, she found the hallway easily. She began to walk down the hall and looked down at her chipped fingernail polish. 'Ew,' she thought as she began to bite it. Casey was lost in thought when she hit the ground, someone on top of her.

"I'm so sorry," the boy said as he got off of her, helping her up. "My friends are really immature," he added as she looked over to the three boys laughing at their friends.

"Oh no problem," Casey said, fixing the strap on her backpack.

"I'm Elliot by the way," the boy added. He was about 6 foot, with brown hair and crystal blue eyes.

"I'm Casey."

"And those fags over there are..."

"Hey! Who you callin' a fag, man?" A taller black man said, messing up Elliot's hair as he walked over.

"I'm Fin," the boy added, shaking her hand.

"And I'm Brian," another boy added, just as tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

It was then that Casey took notice to all three of their jackets. They were football players. "What class do you have now?" Brian asked, taking her schedule from her right hand.

"Physics," Casey said.

"Oh me too," Fin said. "Who's your teacher."

"Letterman," Brian and Elliot said together, both reading over Casey's schedule.

"I heard she's a bitch, man," Elliot said.

"Yeah, well, nothin' I can do about it," Fin said.

"Well, we have English now, so we gotta go," Elliot said as he grabbed Brian by the arm.

"I'll see you later," Brian said with a wink as they began to walk down the hall.

"Please take your seats," a cranky old lady said behind them.

"Yes ma'am," Casey said, as she stiffened up.

Once they were inside the classroom, Fin began to laugh. "Yo you gotta calm down. Teachers here don't really care that much. You new, right?"

"Yeah, I came from Saint Cecilia's."

"Oh, you'll like it here then."

"I hope so," Casey said as they took their seats towards the back of the classroom. The forty five minute class period went by quickly before the bell rang. "What class do you have now?" Fin asked.

"Criminal Justice," Casey responded with a smile.

"What? Why are you taking that class?"

"I like that kind of stuff. I think I want to be a lawyer."

"Whatever, nerd."

Casey laughed. "What class do you have?"

"Sociology AP," Fin replied rather quietly.

"Talk about nerds," Casey said with a smirk.

"I'll see you later," Fin said as he ignored the comment and began to start down the stairs.

'283,' Casey thought to herself as she walked down the hallways, until she finally found hers. 'Gosh, Brian was cute,' she thought to herself as she walked down the busy hallway. 'Then again, so was Elliot,' Casey thought again.

"Excuse me, may I check your schedule," the teacher in front of room 283 asked.

"Oh, yes," Casey said as she handed him her schedule.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Velop, but everyone calls me Mr. V. Have a seat wherever you want."

"Thanks, I will."

Casey walked into the room of teenagers laughing and talking, and noticed a blonde-haired girl with black frames in the corner of the room, checking herself with her compact. Casey took a seat next to her.

"Oh hi," the girl said as she put her compact in her purse. She wore a short jean skirt with a pink polo shirt and pink flip-flops. She had platinum blonde hair and black framed glasses, but was still very beautiful. She had sharp features and a slender body just like hers. "I'm Alex Cabot," the girl said as she held out her hand for hers to shake.

"I'm Casey Novak," Casey replied, returning the handshake.

"Are you new?"

"Yeah, I just transferred from Saint Cecilia's Catholic, in Flushing."

"Welcome to Lovett High."

"Are you buying your lunch?" Abbie asked as they walked down the hall to the cafeteria. They had just come from 4th period French and already Casey was meeting new people. Abbie Carmicheal, who was good friends with Alex C. had been in her 3rd and 4th period classes so they were going to meet Alex for lunch.

"Yeah, I am," Casey responded.

"That's good, so are we," Abbie said as she waved at Alex, who was standing over by the doorway in front of the cafeteria.

"Hey guys," Alex said.

"Hi," Casey said.

"What's for lunch today?" Abbie asked as they stood in line after they grabbed trays.

"Pizza," Alex responded.

"Yummy," Abbie said as they waited.

Once they were seated at the table, and had begun to eat, Casey spotted Alex E. and Bobby sitting at a table nearby, so she waved.

"How do you know Alex Eames and Bobby Goren?" Alex C. asked as she began to cut her pizza, apparently too hot to pick up.

"They parked their cars near mine this morning."

"Oh," Abbie said.

"Yeah, they seemed nice, they told me how the numbering works. I was really nervous this morning."

"Yeah, they're pretty cool," Alex said as she waved at another girl walking towards them with a tray.

"Hey Mel," Alex said.

"Hey girls, who are you?" The young black woman asked.

"I'm Casey."

"Hi, I'm Melinda Warner, but everyone calls me Mel. Are you new?"

"Yeah, I am."

"That's cool," Mel said.

After a few minutes of eating in silence, Abbie spoke up. "Oh there's Olivia," she said while the others smirked.

Casey took notice to Olivia's remarkable features. She had beautiful dark hair and eyes and wore a plain white blouse with a jean skirt and flip flops.

"What's wrong with her?" Casey asked.

"She's kind of a slut," Alex C. said quietly as Olivia walked passed them.

"Oh really?" Casey asked.

"Yeah," Mel cut in. "We used to be really good friends in middle school. Her mom's a drunk and hits her. When I found out she didn't really want to be friends anymore. I think she was embarrassed."

"I would be too," Casey said, feeling genuine sympathy for the girl.

"So did her and Elliot really hook up at the fourth of July party?" Alex C. asked Abbie.

"I don't know, I was there and they were missing for a while, but Brian told me that they did hook up in Elliot's car and they've been hooking up ever since," Abbie said.

"It's probably true," Mel added. Brian and Elliot are good friends, he would know.

"Isn't he dating Kathy Simmons though?" Abbie asked.

"It's off and on I think," Alex C. said.

"Oh," Mel said.

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