Chapter 13: Secrets and more Secrets
"That makes mine look like nothing." Cracked Casey.
"No it doesn't it, Novak. You kept it a secret for the past three months. You just as bad as Olivia is. It's not like she's going out with the guy…." Started Alex. The two counselors exchanged looks with each other before looking back at Melinda and Olivia.
"Why does it even matter who she's seeing? I don't get what the fuss is about all of a sudden? I mean, Casey is seeing someone." Pointed out, Melinda.
"It's not. It would just be hilarious if it was who we thought it was. And even if it was, it would be about bloody fucking time." Said Casey. Outside of court, Casey didn't exactly have the cleanest of mouths. And it made nights like this one even more amusing then it usually was.
"Ad I don't I want to know who you think it is. And even if you were right about who it was, then what's the big deal?" replied a still smiling Olivia.
"But we really do want to know who it is. It tells us who won the bet." Slipped Casey. That part she wasn't supposed to say out loud and yet she did anyway.
"I don't even want to know what it is that you're betting on." Laughed Olivia. She knew what they were most likely betting on. Casey was practically giving it away. Not to mention the fact that she could sit still in her seat any longer. She was rather enjoying this.
Phones, at more than one started beeping once more.
"Well we all know that one of is Liv's phone. Whose the other phone that is going off, Now?' laughed Alex. And actually, her phone wasn't going off this time. But give it a couple of minutes and it probably would.
"Damn it. It's mine this time." Cursed Casey. All heads turned to Casey. The three remaining women sitting at the table broke out in laughter.
"And you give me the third degree, Case. Now looks who talking." Smiled Olivia. Not even waiting, Alex took the phone from Casey before she even had a chance to object.
"So what does, Novak's message say?" asked Melinda. This really was getting good. It had been a couple of months before any of them had a night like this. No men, no work, no nothing. Just the four of them, and a few margaritas. Nothing hard. And that was only when none of the were driving. Last time, Alex was the one who decided they were going to drink the hard stuff and crash at her apartment.
"It's says nothing. At least nothing compared to Liv's message." Replied Casey. Not the case. It was just as explicit as Liv's.
Come home. Too Horny.
"And you think mine was explicit. That's right up there." Laughed Olivia.
"Okay, so it is. Can we please get back to who Liv's dating?" said Casey, desperately trying to change the topic at hand.
"Who said I was seeing anyone? One inappropriate text and you all presume I'm seeing someone." Said Olivia. It wasn't that it bothered telling them that it was Elliot. It was just that, at the moment, she herself wasn't sure what to call it.
"Come on Benson, there's no way that someone sends you a message like that unless you're seeing someone. Wait, it's not…." Started Alex. If it was who she thought it was, then this really was just getting started.
"Not who, Cabot. If you have a name on the tongue then spit it out already." Said Casey. Who was really carrying this conversation. It really was becoming a conversation between Casey and Alex.
"Nothing, Novak. There's no way that it could be who I think it is. Hell would have frozen over if it was." Cracked Alex. Not that hell had to freeze over before it could happen. It's just that she never saw it coming. At least not for awhile. This just seemed out of the blue. But until she actually heard the words from her mouth, she was just going to presume it just another guy.
"Come on, either you spill of Liv does. You both know we're not leaving till we know who the mystery man is." Said Casey.
"Then I guess you better order another round of margaritas then because we're going to be here for awhile." Laughed Melinda.
"She has a point, Novak." Said Olivia. None of the four them wanted to call it a night just yet. It would be another month before that would get a chance to talk and have drinks like this again.
Just as the next round of drinks were arriving, her phone began, once again, beeping at her. Great, what he did he want now?
Sex, please.
"Son of a bitch." Was all that came to mind at the moment.
"Now what, Benson?" replied Alex.
She snapped her head up at the sound of Alex's voice.
"What? Nothing. Did you say something, Alex?" asked Olivia. What was with the sex text messages? Did he really not having anything to do? This time, sent a reply back. Hoping that the provocative messages would cease.
Find something else to do. Quite sending explicit messages. You're not helping any
No five seconds later, and it was her that was getting a response back.
I did find something to do, thank you. Who said anything about helping?
Again, she sent another reply. This could and would keep on continuing if neither one stopped with the messages.
I don't want to know. Go suck on a beer somewhere.
Okay so not the choice of words to phrase that last text. But it was all that came to mind at the moment.
"Let me guess, Benson. More dirty messages." Cracked Casey.
"You shouldn't be the one to talk, Novak." Replied Olivia.
"I'm not. But my phone has been beeping at me like yours has." Countered Casey. Casey spoke too soon. Now it was her turn.
"What is with the phones and the text messages? Didn't either of you tell the boytoys where you were going tonight?" smiled Alex.
Both women looked at Alex. With smiles still remaining on their faces. Obviously not.
"Obviously neither of you did because their both looking to get laid." Cracked Alex.
Casey looked at Alex with a look that said it all, on her face. Like she wanted to crawl right under the table and hide. For someone who a foul mouth on her, this conversation was making her uneasy all of a sudden.
"Who said anything about getting laid?" laughed Olivia. Being home for only twenty four hours, this seemed to make everything else that had happened in the past seven weeks, just disappear as it had appeared.
"You can't seriously tell me that, that's not what their both looking for." Said Alex.
"Are you sure you're not looking to get laid, Alex?" spoke Melinda. That caught Alex off guard. She hadn't been expecting that type of response from Melinda. Olivia, maybe. Casey, it would be even worse then that.
"Maybe I am. And maybe I'm not." Replied Alex. She was telling the truth. Even if she wanted to, didn't mean it was going to happen.
"That's not an answer, Cabot. Either you do or you don't" said Olivia.
"Look whose talking now. I'm not the only one at this table that's looking to have sex." Retorted Alex.
"I never said I wasn't. When did I say otherwise?" admitted Olivia.
This conversation was quickly becoming one that was more likely to greet her when she got home. At this point, it really didn't matter.
"See, even Liv can admit it. What's the problem, Case?" asked Alex.
"Nothing is the problem, Cabot. I didn't say I wasn't looking to have sex. Don't put words in my mouth." Said Casey.
"I'm not putting words in you're mouth. We're just having fun. Relax already." Said Alex.
I've already sucked on a beer. Need something else to suck on
CRAP. Either he was drunk out of his right mind, or he was seriously looking to get laid tonight. Melinda just laughed as she read the message Olivia showed her.
"I don't want to even know." Replied Casey.
Alex took the phone from Melinda and read the message.
"Come on, Benson. Tell us already who the mystery man is? Obviously, its someone you've gotten serious with. It's not like we're going to go out and share it with everyone at work." Said Alex.
She needed another drink of her margarita before she actually said who it was that was sending her the messages and who she was actually seeing.
"Fine, but you're not going to like the answer." Said Olivia.
"Want to make a bet. Now tell us." Begged Alex. Casey was just as curious and Alex was. Melinda sat there and tried not to smile even more than she already was. She knew who it was.
"Who is it already, Liv?" asked Casey.
This was never going to end until she told them who. Might as well pull the band aid off and get it over with.
"Elliot." Was all she said.