Now for 'Raw'. Obvious spoilers for 'Raw'. Also some for 'Loss'. (God I want to see… well, both of those eppys, but they never seem to air those particular reruns. *gasps when I try to type a sad face because Word turns it into a smiley! I had no idea Word did that!*)

All in a moment

Fin glanced at her, looking her over for a moment before saying softly, "You should go, Olivia."

Olivia looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. "Go? Go where? An empty apartment? An empty squad room? I don't have any work to do. You, Munch, Cragen, and Elliot are all here."

He nodded, then sighed and shook his head. Elliot and Munch were both in recovery, so they weren't allowed to see them, but the doctor had said they would both be perfectly fine. Neither one could hold back the feeling that they were lying, that everything wasn't okay... but they both knew it was only because of what happened to Alex. How the doctors had saved her, then taken her away, just like that. How they had lied to them, then what Alex had asked of Elliot and Olivia- to go to her funeral and pretend that she was dead. To cry because she had died, not because they had taken her away and they would never see her again.

Fin and Olivia did not want that to happen again. They couldn't suppress the suspicion that it would. Fin knew this and also knew Olivia wouldn't rest easily until she had seen Elliot. But something else had to be attended to first... well, more like someone. "Olivia," he said gently, leaning forward to look at her.

He was about to continue when the doctor stepped around the corner and, in spotting them, hurried over to their sides and said, "I am pleased to inform you that both Detective Stabler and Detective Munch are fine and have been transferred out of recovery. They will both have to remain here overnight, but, if everything looks well tomorrow morning, they can be discharged. You can see them now- Detective Stabler is in Room 109 and Detective Munch is in Room 110. Since they aren't in intensive care, you can stay with them as long as wish."

They both nodded gratefully and went off to see their respective partners. Fin, however, did not go into Munch's room just yet. He stood in the doorway of Elliot's while Olivia continued on inside.

She sighed, relieved to see that he was alive and awake. "Hey, El," she said softly, approaching the bed.

Elliot looked at her in surprise, then gave her a small smile and sat upright. "Liv! What are you doing here?"

"Well, I kind of heard through the grapevine that you got shot. Wanted to at least make sure you were alive," she teased, rolling her eyes. "And look, you are! How are you feeling?"

"Why is that all anybody ever asks anybody in the hospital?" he grumbled before saying louder, "Fine. I think it's kind of obvious my arm hurts, but other then that, good. What's up with you?"

Olivia groaned. "I'm avoiding the squad room," she confessed. "Because it was a cop shooting, IAB is sure to be hanging around there- and the courthouse. Case'll be lucky if they don't corner her."

Elliot laughed quietly, shaking his head. "Ah, the rat squad. Someone needs to shoot every last of them. All they do is make life more complicated."

"I'm allowing you to mope because you're shot, but once you're back at work, if you try that I'll smack you on the back of the head."

Once Fin was sure Olivia's nerves were put at ease, he called softly, "Liv? I need to talk to you."

Olivia looked back at him, frowning uncertainly, but walked over to him and said, "El, I'll be back in just a sec." Once they were outside and she was sure Elliot couldn't hear them, she gestured for Fin to continue.

"Olivia, I'm not saying that it's my place to tell you this, but you really need to be somewhere else."

She looked at him like he was insane. "What exactly do you mean, somewhere else? I'd rather be with Elliot then sitting home alone."

"That's not what I meant... Olivia, someone else needs you alot more then Elliot does right now." When Olivia still failed to understand, he sighed and said out right, "It's Casey. I talked to the cop who took her statement- he said she was the most cold, unfeeling victim he had ever talked to you- that she wasn't reacting at all. Now, knowing Casey, what does that sound like to you?"

Olivia froze, horrified. She hadn't spared Casey a second though after she heard that the ADA was alive- she had been too worried about her partner. But now... "Yeah," she sighed heavily. "I know." From what Fin was describing, Casey was doing what she always did in situations like this- she was shutting down, ignoring all the feelings she wasn't used to having and blocking out the traumatic events of earlier in the day. "I... I have to go see her. I'll make sure she's okay. Just let me tell Elliot where I'm going and then I'll go check on her." Fin nodded his thanks, then went to go see Munch. Olivia stayed outside a moment longer, shaking her head. She knew the only reason Fin had been thinking about Casey was because he had somewhat of a soft spot for the ADA. The fiery redhead was starting to grow on him.

She sighed, then walked back into Elliot's room and said, "El, I have to go- it's Casey."

He hesitated, seeming concerned. "What's wrong? I heard that she was okay."

"Physically, yeah. Emotional front? Probably not so much. I'm going to go track her down. I'll drop by your apartment tomorrow."

Elliot nodded, waving her away. "Sure... Liv? Take care of her." Olivia looked at him for a second, then left.

SVUSVUSVU

Casey really wasn't sure what she was feeling right now. She knew that she should be hysterical and scared out of her mind. But she was only hypersensitive, focusing in on every tiny sound, and the white noise like the hum of the refrigerator and the cat scampering around in the apartment above her's stood out to her and made her want to rip her hear out from the roots. And she wasn't sure why.

Someone knocked on her door, and she jumped, immediately reaching for the baseball bat that was lying next to her, gripping it in fear as she called out, her voice wavering, "Who is it?"

"It's Olivia. Can I come in?" Casey breathed a sigh of relief before heading over to unlock her door, leaving the bat behind.

Olivia winced when she finally saw Casey- the ADA was a mess. She was paler than usual, blood from Kyle staining her suit and making her hair stiff, her power suit all wrinkly. When Casey stepped back to let Olivia in, the detective immediately noticed that her left wrist was wrapped in bandages. She focused in on that, walking quickly forward and gingerly examining it. "What happened to your wrist, Casey?"

The ADA frowned in confusion for a moment, then shrugged. "Just a sprain."

Olivia waited uncertainly for an explanation. When there was none forthcoming, she asked softly, "How exactly did that happen?"

"When Kyle threw me down. I hit the floor wrong." Casey sighed heavily and sat down on the catch, hiding her sprained wrist in her jacket before looking back up at Olivia and asking, "Look, Liv, not be rude or anything, but why are you here?"

Olivia sat down tentatively next to Casey, trying to hold her gaze. "Well, first of all, I thought you would like to know that El and Munch are both going to be fine. Elliot was shot in the arm and Munch in the ass- think Munch's ego probably took a hit though. We've all just been waiting for someone to shoot him in the ass."

Casey chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, I know. Sorry you had to come down here and tell me... after I gave my statement, no one seemed to have any idea what hospital they were at, and you all weren't answering your phones..."

"Oh, sorry," Olivia said quickly, admonishing herself. "I left my cell at work and I don't know about Fin and Cragen. And that's not the only reason I'm here." Casey looked up at her questioningly, so Olivia put a gentle hand on her arm and asked, "Are you okay, Casey?"

"Me? I'm fine," she said softly after a moment, averting her gaze. "I wasn't shot."

"I'm not buying the act, Casey. Being held with a gun to your head isn't exactly a calming experience. What you're feeling is perfectly normal. It's not-"

"Yeah?" Casey demanded as she got up and started pacing around the room. "Well, that'd be comforting if I was feeling something! But I'm not! I'm just some emotionless freak because I'm just sitting here in the dark wondering why the hell I'm not reacting more than this!"

Olivia sat in silence for a moment, stunned at her outburst, then got up and walked across the room so she was standing in front of the ADA. "Casey, you're in shock. That's what your supposed to be like."

"Yeah, but I should know better then this! I mean, compared to what I work with everyday, this is nothing! And I know people usually go into shock, but I shouldn't of! I've been-"

"Casey, you can't expect to be able to deal with this quicker then everybody else because of your job! Hell, I've even been held at gunpoint before and it never ceases to freak me out each time it happens again!"

"But I shouldn't be reacting like this! Nothing happened!"

Olivia grabbed Casey by the shoulders and forced the ADA to stay where she was. "Casey, you almost died. I think that qualifies as 'something'." Casey's lower lip trembled, and she bit down on it, hard. "Stop fighting it. It's natural," she commanded. "Case, I'm not going to let you do this to yourself."

Casey held out for a moment longer, then crashed into Olivia's arms as she buried her head in her shoulder and sobbed, "He just grabbed me! I had no idea what was happening, everything was fine, then the witness and the judge and the bailiff were all shot and then he grabbed me and pointed the gun at my head! El and Munch told him to let me go but they were pointing their guns at me too and then everybody was shooting and somehow I was on the ground. One second everything's fine, but in only takes one moment for everything to go wrong!" Casey trailed off as she tried to keep talking, but couldn't; she was crying too hard.

Olivia led her over to the couch and sat her down, rubbing her back gently. "Shh," she murmured in her ear as she stroked Casey's hair. "It's okay. It's over. You're safe now."

Casey continued to gasp for breath as she struggled to stop crying. A few minutes later, she was able to at least talk. "Make me forget," Casey pleaded as her tears ran dry, reducing her to deep, shuddering breaths. "Make me forget what it is to fear death."

Olivia continued to rub her back softly and kept silent. The ADA had been holding it in for the entire day, but a person could only take so much before they break. Casey already had her control over her emotions again, but she was nowhere near normal yet.

She sat with Casey, holding for a few minutes, it was impossible to tell how long, until she felt Casey's head coming to rest on her shoulder. Surprised, Olivia looked down to find that the ADA had fallen asleep. She smiled slightly, kissing her forehead before slipping her arm underneath Casey's leg and standing up, carrying Casey back to her bedroom. She tucked the ADA in and was just about to leave when Casey put a weak grip on her arm and mumbled sleepily, "Stay..."

Olivia stared at her, shocked. She knew Casey never would have asked her to stay if she was more than half-conscious.

Well, what harm could it do? She slid into bed beside the ADA, watching Casey until she fell asleep herself.

Yikes. That was definitely the hardest one to write. Anyways, I chose this one was because the show failed with Casey on that one- after the courtroom shootout, it was just like 'El and Munch get all the love… what's that? Casey? Who's that? Oh, her? Ah well, having a gun held to your head, seeing two colleagues shot and a couple others die, then thrown roughly to the floor isn't traumatic at all!' *sigh*. So I wrote this for Casey love.

Oh, yeah. Next up is 'Night'. Review please