A/N: Kind of a skatter brain chapter that I felt you needed because I tend to abandon this story with updates. Just basically a filler until I finish the next really chapter (you know, the kind that actually has a plot). Just basically a bunch of her thoughts, it's pretty short, I know and I'm sorry P.S., I know who her rapist is, do you? Speculate and review please
Casey was at the park playing with Cara when she heard her phone ring.
"Hello?" Casey called into the receiver of her phone.
"hey case, it' El"
"Hey, El, any news?"
"We got your Case" He said.
"Really?" Casey asked, "That fast?"
"Yeah, turns out Albany SVU is dealing with a serial rapist and a string of kidnappings at the moment, and your case was about to go cold. They were more than happy to hand it over"
Casey let out a sigh of relief. "So, do you need me down there?" She asked
"In a few days, they're sending us the case file and their notes"
Casey took a deep breath. She wasn't so sure she wanted Manhattan SVU to investigate this anymore. She wondered if going through every detail of what had happened to her with the people she had to see every day was the best thing for her to do. She had a reasoning that once her rapist was caught and in jail, the nightmares would end. The fear of every man she was near would end. The jumping every time a car backfired would end. In her mind, she felt that once her rapist was behind bars, she would be back to normal.
But he knew this wasn't true.
She knew she would have to tell her story to all the detectives she worked with every day. She knew she'd have to tell it in court- in front of a jury of strangers, a judge that she'd have to appear in front of for the rest of her career, and a defense attorney that was going to try and make her out to be a liar or a whore. She knew this was going to be hell.
She was really starting to second guess having Manhattan SVU running this case. She didn't want them combing through her every move, every case, every ex-boyfriend, every possible enemy.
But in the end, it would all be worth it if she could save another person from falling victim.
"Thanks, El" Casey said, hanging up the phone. She looked down at her little Cara, who was playing with a stick. Casey smiled. She remember one of her mother's favorite sayings, A miracle is an extremely wonderful outcome in an extremely terrible situation. Cara, by this definition, was a miracle. From all of the trauma, emotionally, mentally, and physically, Cara had emerged a happy and healthy baby. She made her mother feel happy and safe, like everything would be okay. If this beautiful child could be the product of such a terrible act, then surely Casey could pull through all the PTSD to lead a normal life once again. Cara seemed to show her that everything would be alright. Instead of reminding Casey of that terrible event, she reminded of the good that can come from evil.