Consequences Part 2

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Six weeks later

Casey sat in her office with her head in her hands. It had been a long day of paper work. Frustrating, agonizing, interminable paper work and she was not in the mood for it. For some reason, she hadn't been feeling one hundred percent the last couple of weeks. She let her eyelids drift closed, allowing the paper work to fade away into the back of her mind. Her mind wandered aimlessly through pointless aspects of her life and before she knew it, she was thinking about that night, she was thinking about John Munch.

She opened her eyes and attempted to return to her paper work but she couldn't. Remembering that night was the catalyst that started her thinking about John and once she started thinking about him, she couldn't stop. She couldn't focus on her paper work and she decided to call it a night. She walked out to where she had chained her bike. She unlocked the chain and began to peddle. She found herself circling the block where John lived. She had no idea how she had brought herself there. She turned around and headed for her place. Before she sped away, she took one last look over her shoulder at the building, at the window that she knew belonged to his apartment. The lights were off and she wondered if he was even home. She wondered if he was working late on a case or if perhaps he had gone to another bar and found someone else to share an evening with. She decided that it was his business and quickly put as much distance between her self and John's apartment as possible.

In his apartment, with the lights off, John Munch tossed and turned in his bed, alone. He couldn't get the memory of that night out of his head. How it had felt so right. How it had been so comforting. How it could never ever happen again. He thought of the millions of reasons why, it should have never happened in the first place. He wished that he wasn't alone. He wished there was someone who he could share his life with, someone who wouldn't leave him. He wished that it could be Casey.

Casey unlocked the door to her apartment, hung up her coat in her closet, tossed her keys onto the table and sank onto her couch with the TV remote. She flipped through a sorry array of programming and wished that she had someone beside her on that couch, someone who could appreciate the dumb ass comments that she found herself making about the absolute pathos of late night entertainment or what people seemed to believe pasted for it these days.

She gave up on TV and went to bed. As she lay between the covers, she found herself longing for a comforting presence, she found herself not wanting to be alone, she found herself wishing that John's presence. She had tried to convince herself that it had just been a one night stand. She wanted to believe that it had meant nothing. If she had only been drunk, she could have blamed the alcohol. If he had only been drunk, she would have felt better about it. But no, they were both sober and it had been a wonderful experience that neither of them could deny. She fell asleep feeling lonely but not regretting having slept with him.

Casey woke up the next morning feeling like crap. She had no idea why. After spending about forty five minutes in the bathroom, dry heaving, she decided to call her doctor. She picked up the phone and started dialing and was only three digits into the number before she was dry heaving over her toilet again.

"What the hell," she said aloud, as she finally gained control over her queasy stomach. She picked up the phone again and attempted dialing her doctor's office again.

She managed to get through. She made an appointment for the next afternoon. She thanked her doctor and hung up.

She was debating whether or not to go to work when her phone rang. She stared at it for a moment. Her caller ID was broked so she couldn't tell who It was. She decided to answer.

"Hello," she said, as she held the phone to her ear.

"Good morning Casey," Donald Cragen's voice came clearly over the receiver "Sorry to bother you at home."

"That's ok," Casey answered "Do you need something?"

Cragen's voice became serious "A search warrant,"

"Do you have probable cause?" Casey asked.

"Unfortunately," Cragen answered in a forlorn tone.

"What's wrong?" Casey asked. She had noticed his declining mood.

Cragen sighed "One of my detectives is a suspect in a sexually motivated homicide,"

Casey was taken aback. She couldn't imagine any of the detectives in the squad being capable of murder. She was tempted to shout at Cragen that he had to be mistaken. She decided instead that a calm demeanor was a better way to handle this situation.

"Who is it?" she asked, keeping her voice as level as possible.

Cragen uttered one word but it was the one word that was probably the one word that Casey was most hoping against hearing "Munch."

TBC

I know, it's another short chapter but I want to build a bit of suspense. I love that I've been getting so many good reviews for this. I know that some people out there think that the age difference thing is kind of weird but they just seem to work for me.