The Bet
Chapter Six
By: Lizzie B
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Author's Note: I think I've made you wait long enough for an update for this one. I'm gonna stagger updates, so one day it will be a new chapter for The Bet, the next one for The Ante. Seems like a fair set up to me and gives me more time to think about chapters! Yay for lazy bummage!
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"Detectives," ADA Casey Novak explained patently in her calmest tone, "Without probably cause I can't get you a warrant. Now, let me enjoy my lunch."
"We have a positive id of this guy outside where Colleen worked," John pressed, "That's got to count for something."
"It shows this guy liked gelato. If you can place him outside the victim's apartment before or after the attack, I can get you warrant, but until then my hands are tied."
"I may have something," ME Warner said, walking up to the little booth where Casey, John and Fin were debating, "I got the results back on that unknown substance on the victim's pants, its hoof polish."
"Hoof polish?" Fin looked confused.
"It's used on horses to moisturize and protect the outside of the hoof," Warner explained, handing the file over to Casey, "I did a little research, each company uses a slightly different formula. The brand on your vic's pants was Natural Splendor."
"And Collins works at a carriage company," John raised an eyebrow at Casey, "How's that for probable cause Counselor?"
"Works for me," Casey sigh, "I think Judge Goldman's free right now."
"Oh, and while I have you here detectives, put me down for four years. Thanks."
"No problem," Fin said, sliding out of the booth.
"Knew you'd join up eventually," John smiled.
"Made me wonder how I missed it all these years," Warner shrugged, "Guess that's what I get for working with dead people."
"I feel like I'm missing out on something," Casey said, studying the three.
"You are," John admitted, "We'll fill you in on the way to see the judge." Together they walked out of the dinner across from the court house and joined the hustle and bustle of the Manhattan sidewalks.
"Alright, so fill me in."
"When Fir first started working at SVU we started a little bet," John explained casually, "Since then it's grown into a multi-precinct venture. You could say it's grown more into an interoffice pool than a bet."
"John, stop babbling and tell her what it's about," Fin rolled his eyes at his partner.
"Just trying to set the stage," John huffed, "We're betting on how long it takes for Elliot and Olivia to sleep together."
Casey's mouth dropped open in surprise. She gaped for a few seconds before finding her voice, "So, I'm not the only one who thinks there's something going on there."
"Hardly," Fin snorted, "The only people who don't notice are the two who should."
"I can't believe you're betting on it though," Casey said as they started up the court house steps.
"You obviously don't know us well enough yet Counselor," John beat her to the door and held it open for her, "But we'll over look that. Want in?"
"You'd let me in?" Casey asked as she led them through the maze of the court house hallways.
"Your predecessor was in on it."
"Alright, put me down for whatever she had," Casey stopped outside the door to Judge Goodman's office, "Be right back with a warrant for you."
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Author's Note: Mmm, wonder if I should do more crossover's. I'd love to have Fin and Eames talk about how weird their partners are, lol.