A/N um…. I wasn't going to make another chapter, but this sorta happened. Oh well, better out than in!!
"I have to admit, last night was great!" George admitted as he walked down the precinct halls.
"It really was," Casey agreed as the entered the bustling Special Victims Unit bullpen. On the whiteboard, a haunting photograph of John Munch hung, the word 'missing' scribbled beneath it, and the word 'parts' written below that in another dry marker colour. Some people had no heart.
Neither did John Munch after Casey had kicked his ass with extreme prejudice. Maybe she had gone overboard, or perhaps she should have known better than to learn her self defence skills from a DVD entitled "Rambo your way to self confidence".
"I can't believe you've never watched starwars!" George exclaimed. After dinner, Casey and George had reconvened at his place, and not only watched the original trilogy, but even the prequels.
"I've always meant to, I've just never had time, it's so long!" Casey announced loudly, her words falling conveniently into a silence vacuum which had opened up in the bustling squad room.
Olivia Benson was quick to chip in, "sounds like you two had a great time last night!"
"Stop being so lewd," George scolded, "she just meant it went on for hours…"
"I'll bet you got your lightsaber out too…" Olivia added.
Even the Captain couldn't help pitching in, "hold up? Does this mean that Huang detonated our ADA's deathstar?"
Elliot couldn't stifle a loud guffaw, "that's so easy, I'm not even going to comment!"
"Isn't that what they say about your Mom Stabler?" Fin Tutuola asked, sprawling on the piano he had placed in the space where he and Munch's co-joined desks used to sit. He wore a figure hugging strapless black tunic style dress, with matching onyx earrings and a classy pendant.
Casey had to ask, "What's with the get-up?"
"I got a date tonight, what's it to you?" Fin said, eyes narrowed to slits, hand hovering over the sidearm strapped to his thigh. Casey quickly raised her hands in surrender,
"Nothing, you look good."
"Damn right I do," Fin scowled.
"Anyway, I did come down here for a reason," Casey said, turning to Elliot and Olivia who were still quietly mirthful.
"I've just had a motion sent over from the defence on the Malone case," Casey said, holding up a blue slip, "not guilty by reason of mental defect, insanity caused by repetitively listening to a particular iteration of Jazz."
"Can you elaborate?" Cragen asked, surreptitiously checking out the surprisingly smooth legs of Detective Tutuola.
She handed him the motion,
"Don," Casey said, raising an eyebrow, "he's blaming it on the Boogie."
Olivia nodded sadly, "when I took his testimony, he did state that he just couldn't, he just couldn't, he just couldn't control his feet. Maybe you should plead him out Casey."
Elliot placed a comforting hand on his partners shoulder.
"Oh please, he stomped a women to death, you can't seriously be buying this," Casey frowned.
"I'm buying whatever you're selling!" Melinda Warner said, winking as she entered the squad room.
"Any news about our Vic?" Olivia asked.
Melinda nodded, "you're never going to believe this," she withdrew a folder from her jacket, "I discovered something disturbing during the autopsy, were any of you aware that Allison Malone was dead?"
"Uh, isn't that the only time you'd perform an autopsy?" Casey asked, slightly alarmed. Melinda looked flustered.
"Um, sure, of course," the ME nodded, "that's all I have at the moment, I'll be back later, probably when you least expect it, or when there is a convenient opening for a double-entendre."
"I've got a convenient opening, but it's not for a double-entendre…" Alex Cabot announced.
"What the fuck are you doing here, again?" Casey sighed. She was tired of Alex repeatedly appearing at the office.
"I came to see you actually." Alex said, sliding her trademark glasses up her nose.
"And why is that?" Casey asked, crossing her arms.
"I was thinking we could throw a party, and invite your pants to come on down," Alex said with a salacious wink.
"My pants have a prior appointment," Casey frowned, keen to press on with the case and steer the conversation away from innuendo. She knew what would happen if she didn't nip it in the bud…
"Yeah, with my bedroom floor," Elliot said, getting to his feet and wrapping an arm around the present ADA's waist, "Casey, I've got a headache and you are like aspirin. I wanna take you every four to six hours."
"I would overdose on that shit," Fin agreed.
"Can we please focus on the case at hand!" George yelled. Everyone looked at him as though he was crazy, except for Casey, who nodded in agreement. Perhaps he could like this girl…
"Exactly George, but I think it's down to just you and me now," Casey said, as the rest of the squad engaged in untenably odd behaviour.
"Do you think we can do this?" George asked, taking a stand next to the firehaired ADA.
"Huang, if you look up justice in the dictionary, what does it read there?" Casey asked, hands on hips affecting her best super-attorney pose.
George smiled, "Casey Novak?"
Casey promptly smacked him in the back of the head, "no fucktard, since when has the dictionary had peoples names? How the hell did you get a PHD?"
At this point, Olivia decided to join the pair, "Casey, I'm sorry, we need to stop fucking around and work on this case. But there's something you need to know about me first…"
Casey nodded, "Okay, fire away."
"I'm like a tropical island," Olivia began.
"Do you mean you feel alone, like you're out in the sea, isolated, by yourself even though you're surrounded by…" George ventured, only to be cut off.
"Hell no! I meant I'm hot, wet and ready for tourists!"
George held his head in his hands, wondering if anyone was sane anymore, and if they were ever going to get around to solving this case,