Author's note: I am SO sorry for the long update break. Oh my gosh, it's been almost a month, hasn't it? I feel horrible, I promise I do. I have been dealing with a cold and lack of mojo and I figured if I couldn't do an awesome chapter, why do one at all? But I'm here now, I promise. This chapter is two years in the future, so yes, Serena and Stephanie are two years old. Casey and Olivia have been fighting over every little thing for the last month, and screaming at each other constantly. Use this a a sort of background information, keeping it in mind as you read this. As always, thank you for reading and please review.

Casey sighed as she tossed the salad. She was running on four hours of sleep in two days, which had affected her mood and even her work. And it was all brought on by stress. For over a month, she and Olivia had done nothing but argue and yell at each other, and for reasons that did not seem logical when they thought back on it. They would make up in the morning, but by nighttime again, they were usually fighting again.

Casey had been sleeping in the guest room, refusing to be anywhere near her wife. That was especially since the last week's worth of fights had been accompanied by the name calling. So far, Olivia had called Casey a bitch, a pyscho, a liar, and a whore, and those were the most tame of the bunch. Casey was getting frustrated with it, because the older woman had been cranky for weeks, and she had no idea what she had done wrong. However, in Olivia's eyes, it seemed to be that she did everything wrong.

It had started when Olivia went undercover again, this time closer to home, in Manhattan at an insurance agency. Since then, she had been extremely irritable, and flew off the handle at the tiniest things, like the day Casey forgot to prepare a pot of coffee as soon as she got home. Then there was the fact that Olivia had blatantly flirted with another woman, and even called her things that Casey had never been called. But when Casey voiced her feelings of betrayal and hurt, Olivia had screamed at her for being so jealous and accused her of being controlling.

Ever since then, they had fought above everything, and to make things even worse, she had overheard Olivia on the phone several days before, and it was not a process of rocket science that led Casey to the conclusion that her wife was still flirting with the other woman.

Casey pulled out of her memories when the bowl suddenly slipped off of the counter and fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. "Damn it!" the attorney explained, falling to her knees and carefully picking up the salad ingredients, tossing them into the trash. Just as she was about to get out the broom, she heard Olivia's voice.

"There goes dinner." Olivia sighed. "I'll order pizza."

Casey bit back the tears that suddenly welled in her eyes and tried to swallow the lump in her throat that was a symptom of crying. "If you yell at me one more time, I will walk out, and you will never hear from me again!"

"Well that's obviously what you want, so go ahead."

"NO IT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!" Casey cried, without meaning to yell. "You know what I want? I want the woman I married! I want to be able to cry without being made fun of, or better yet, I don't want to cry at all. I want my wife to love me enough and be happy enough with me to not hit on another woman. I don't know who she is, Olivia, and honestly, I don't know whether I would rather know or be ignorant. But what I do know is-"

"Casey-"

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" Casey sighed slamming the broom against the counter, too hurt to care as she watched it crash to the floor with a resounding thud. "I get it, Olivia. You're not happy anymore. If you loved me you would listen to how I feel. But that's right...those are the feelings of a psycho." Shaking her head, she slowly pulled her ring off of her finger and pushed it into Olivia's hand.

Olivia sighed deeply. "Casey, it's not what you think. I'm not with anyone but you, nor do I want anyone but you. You have to believe that! I love you and only you, and you need to understand that." She held the ring out. "Will you please put this back on? For me?"

"I'm tired of fighting, Olivia. You have said so many hurtful things and accused me of so many hurtful things lately that I...I don't even know what to think, much less say to you. Why can't you understand that it is out of love that I am hurt by your flirting? I don't care what it means. All I know is that I have to hear my wife call someone baby and darling, someone that is definitely not me. And as for being psychotic, I can assure you I am perfectly normal, thank you." Casey shook her head, the tears welling in her eyes. "And the worst part is, it is obvious that you don't want to hear me. I have to go. I need time to think."

"You always do this to me. You try to guilt me into doing what you want by making me feel bad for every damn thing I say to you. You're greedy, Casey. All you want is all of my time. You're draining me, and I know your goal is to kill me, and just know that it is working. You stress me out, you make me sick, and I'm tired of it. It's all about you, and that is going to stop, or else you will lose me and I will give my love to someone who deserves it, because I-" Olivia stopped talking when she noticed that Casey was not even looking at her. Instead, she was looking at the knife she held in her right hand, the light glinting off of the blade. "Casey, put it down," Olivia ordered. Casey ignored her. "Casey, PUT IT DOWN," she shouted.

"I'm sorry I don't deserve your love," Casey murmured. "I'll save you from the sickness I cause." And before Olivia could react, she had raised the knife.