So this will probably be my last update till after christmas, and I apologise now, I wrote this quickly while i was taking care of my mum, she hurt her back the poor dear and I was the only kid who would help her, The next chapter should be up after chirtsmas so until then enjoy, and a Merry Christmas to all :D
It was a beautiful day, you know the kind, sun is shining and birds are singing, the kind of day where it's not to hot or to cold but the great mix in between, or at least it had been before problems with the case started to pop up, it was simple at first Asael was awaiting his trial and they had a good case against him, that was until Casey came into the squad room to tell the detectives the DNA might not be admissible in court. And so the fight between one ADA Casey Novak and one Detective Ilsa Couri had started.
Ilsa put on her most charming smile, the one that could win over most people as she tried to explain what had happened, how she got the DNA, to Casey hoping the young ADA would see it her way. People in the squad room turned and stared, though trying to do their work at the same time was proving a hard task. Most remained quiet as the two women got louder and louder.
"I told you I don't think the DNA will be admissible!" Casey yelled at the frustrating Australian.
"Casey he spat in my face!" Ilsa countered, pointing to her cheek where Asael had spat on her the previous day, The other detectives were trying not to get involved and were so far doing a good job, but they we're keeping there eyes on the two, making sure nothing got physical.
"You were provoking him Ilsa!" Casey had been told what had happened in the interview room, and was not happy about it.
"I was not" Ilsa huffed "Fin, do you think I provoked Asael to spit in my face?"
Fin turned and saw the two women looking at him, waiting for his answer "Nah, that part was voluntary" he said with a straight face.
Casey let out a low growl, deciding she had had enough of Ilsa for the day she tossed something at her. Ilsa fumbled with a shocked look on her face as she caught the paper
"What's this?" She asked, her voice returning to an acceptable tone as she unfolded it and read it.
"It's a search warrant for Asael Garcia's room" Casey explained obviously still irritated "Olivia asked me for one yesterday so here it is, go and find me some more evidence Couri!" with that Casey walked out, leaving Ilsa with an eyebrow raised in confusion
"ooook then…" she said slowly "Um…thanks for asking for this Olivia"
Olivia smiled from her desk "It was no problem, but why isn't the DNA admissible, what did you do Ilsa?"
"Me?" Ilsa asked defensively "Why do you assume it was me?"
Olivia held up her hand and began counting on her fingers "1) because Casey was only yelling at you about it, 2) I know you, you always find a way to push people buttons when you need to oh and let's not forget number 3) It's 'always' you"
Ilsa opened her mouth to say something, but she could not think of a comeback to that, finally she settled on one "Shut up" she tried to hide the smirk but Olivia caught it.
Elliot shook his head "You need anyone to go with you for the warrant?" he asked
Ilsa looked at the paper she still held in her hand "Uh, do you mind coming?" she asked Elliot.
Eliot nodded and the two grabbed their coats and headed out the precinct, on their way to Asael Garcia's address, which as Ilsa read, she learnt he still lived with his parents 'oh boy' she thought 'this'll be fun'…
The drive was made in relative silence, they only talked about the case. As they pulled up to the house and got out of the car, the two detectives made their way to the door.
"What do you want?" A tall man asked as Elliot went to knock on the door.
He held out the paper and handed it to the man "We have a search warrant" he said as he walked through the door, Ilsa behind him.
An older woman approached the two "Please don't do this, our son is a good boy he wouldn't never have hurt that girl"
"We've got people who say he isn't as nice a boy as he seems now please ma'am" Ilsa said as she stood in front of Asael's mother "Show us where his room is"
"He's a good boy, that girl she must be lying, I know my son"
Ilsa sighed "Ma'am" she said sternly "We're just trying to do our jobs, so can you please show us where his room is"
The woman sighed and slowly trudged her way to her sons room, Elliot and Ilsa look at each other before stepping into the room, it was a nice room, everything put away in its place, the bed made. The two detectives did a quick look, seeing if anything stood out to them. Nothing did.
Ilsa walked over to the desk where his computer sat and had a look around that area, Elliot looked under the bed, Ilsa sighed when she didn't find anything, taking the time, she turned on the computer, seeing if he had anything on there that might help them. Once again nothing, she looked at Elliot and shrugged, the two then made their way to the closet, opening the door and having a look inside, nothing out of place again, some shoes, a few bags and boxes. Ilsa bent down to had a look on the floor moving things out of the way.
She found a box that didn't seem like it belonged, opening it up she cocked her head in contemplation as she pulled it out of the closet and looked inside.
"I think I found something Elliot" she said slowly getting to her feet to show Elliot the contents of the box.
Elliot picked up a photo and looked at it, it was one of Emily outside of the church smiling, there were a lot more, some like that, others had Sam in the picture, Ilsa reached in a pulled out an envelope, placing the box on the ground she opened it and pulled out a folded piece of paper that was inside, carefully unfolding it she read the words spread across the page, the words made her smile, it was a love letter from Samantha to Emily it was incredibly sweet, but Ilsa couldn't help but feel a little sick at the thought of someone taking these letters. Elliot pulled out a tape and looked at it while Ilsa continued looking through the box, no label or marker of any kind to show what was on the tape.
"What do you thinks on here?" he asked as he showed it to Ilsa
"I don't know" she replied looking up and eyeing the tape carefully "But we'll find out soon enough".
Ilsa was busy setting up in a spare room to watch the video they found earlier.
She pushed the tape into the machine before taking a seat and switching the TV screen. She had volunteered to watch the tape while Elliot went through the other contents of the box.
She watched intently as the tape started to play, first it was just a bit of static nothing out of the ordinary, Then Sam was on the screen, talking to Emily who was holding the camera 'Should have figured he would have a tape of them'
Ilsa didn't know how long the film was but so far it was tame, Sam and Emily talking just having fun with a video camera, the same things most people do.
Ilsa got up out of her chair to stretch her muscles when Munch walked in to check on her.
"How are things going in here?" he asked looking at the screen
Ilsa shrugged "It's going ok, nothing much to report" she said as she rolled her head, feeling the muscles protest at the motion.
"Are you sure about that?" Munch asked still looking at the screen
Ilsa stopped and looked at the screen, the scenery had changed before it was Samantha and Emily playing with rose at a park, now it was inside someone's bedroom. She moved a step closer to the TV, someone stepped in front of the camera and Ilsa could tell it was Samantha, Emily had walked in over to the bed. 'Don't tell me this is what I think it is…' the detective thought as she watched the scene unfold.
Munch was standing next to her watching it as well, Once Samantha was done fiddling with the camera she slowly made her way towards the bed where Emily was sitting, looking rather nervous and twiddling he thumbs.
Sam knelt in front of her girlfriend and wrapped her hands around Emily's "Hey it's ok baby" she said soothingly "Everyone does stuff like this"
This didn't seem to calm Emily down "B-but what if someone finds it"
Sam kissed her cheek while gently stroking up and down her arms "No one will ever find this tape, It'll just be between you and me"
'oh how wrong you were' Ilsa thought to herself feeling bad for watching something that was supposed to be something special between two people in love.
"Why do you get the fun job?" he asked jokingly as the two detectives continued to watch the tape
Ilsa glared at him "Munch..."
'Right" he said apologetically "Sorry" and he stepped back out of the door, shutting it with a soft click, Isla's attention had returned to the tape, Ilsa took her seat again and continued to watch as Sam and Emily started kissing and touching each other tentatively.
Ilsa sat there until the tape had finished, running a hand through her hair she stood up and pulled the tape out of the machine just staring at it. She still felt guilty for having to watch it, but she needed to know what had been on the tape. In the end she thought it would help the case. 'I hope it helps the case...'
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Casey was walking around her office, circling her desk again, saying the same things over and over again trying to figure out which sounded the best.
"Hey Ilsa" the young ADA said to herself "Would you maybe like to go out with me...sometime?" she groaned and ran a hand through her hair "I sound like a nervous teenager"
Casey stood behind her desk, trying to think of a better way to ask "Ilsa want to grab some coffee or something to eat...gah that's just as bad" She spent the next few minutes trying to think of others way to ask if Ilsa would consider going out with her. "Shouldn't this be easy, like asking a man out, why is it so hard to me to ask her"
Casey stopped speaking when she heard a knock at the door, Then it was opened whoever was on the other side obviously didn't feel like waiting for Casey to give the ok to come inside. 'Speak of the devil' she thought as she saw the object of her dismay walk through the doorway.
Casey was going to say something about the way Ilsa had treated her earlier, but the look on the detectives face made her stop, she looked like someone had just killed her dog and Casey didn't have the heart to make Ilsa feel any worse right now.
"Hey" The detective mumbled, starting down at the floor with her hands in her coat pocket.
"Hello Detective" Casey said sitting down, she didn't want to upset the detective anymore then she already seemed, but that didn't mean she was going to let her forget about the fight earlier in the day "Can I help you?"
"We've got some new evidence" Ilsa responded "I think it's going to help the case"
"But?" Casey said, sensing the next word would be a 'but'
Ilsa gave her an odd look "I don't know, I think this case is just getting to me…"
Then Casey understood, Ilsa was reaching out in a way, what for she didn't know, Maybe just someone to help her understand it, maybe someone to listen, either way Casey decided she was going to be that person right now.
"What did you find?" Casey asked as she motioned for Ilsa to take the seat on the opposite side of her desk.
"Pictures and letters…and a tape" she mumbled the last part as she flopped down into the seat.
"what's on the tape?" Casey ventured
"Emily and Samantha in a compromising position"
"What?"
Ilsa sighed "A sex tape, they made a sex tape and Asael got his hands on it…"
"You watched the tape?"
Ilsa nodded "I feel dirty"
"Because you watched a sex tape?" Casey asked slightly confused
"Because I watched something that was supposed to be a token of love between to people, I feel like I violated that by watching the damn tape"
Ilsa sat, just staring at a spot on Casey's desk, contemplating the events of that day.
Casey watched the detective across from her, wondering what was going through her mind. 'maybe now is a good time to try and ask her out' she thought.
"Ilsa-" Casey managed to get out before the shrill ringing of Ilsa's phone but her off.
"Couri" the detective said in a sharp tone, making it clear she wasn't in the happiest mood.
Casey watched as her friends face paled, making her wonder even more as to what was being said.
"You're joking?….Where?" Ilsa quickly before hanging up the phone and getting to her feet, all the self pitty from before gone
"I gotta go" she said quickly, moving hurriedly to the door "Maybe we can continue this later"
"What's wrong?" Casey called after her worried why her friend had to leave so quickly
"It's Emily" Ilsa managed to call back before disappearing out of the ADA's office.
Please R&R :) Hope you all like and I'll get to work on the next chapter now