Vengeance
Chapter Nine


Apartment of Casey Novak
11:49 PM
February 23rd, 2011


"Hey, Case, look I'm so sorry that CSU nearly teared the place apart," Olivia apologized, taking a sip of the wine the ADA had offered her earlier. "But it looks like they managed to find a couple odd fingerprints here and there. You should've told us about the threatening letter—or, rather Post-It!—sooner, we both know it would've helped your case greatly."

"I was going to," Casey cried exasperatedly. "But you basically arrested me right then and there when I was about to tell you about it. I was creeped out, okay!? I haven't been threatened since I don't know, probably the last episode I was in... I mean it happens, like, every other episode, doesn't it?"

Olivia laughed. "You're telling me."

Suddenly, an uncomfortable silence fell upon the group of women. There were certain things still on both of their minds. Olivia swallowed. "Casey, when did you get a twin sister?"

Casey rolled her eyes. "Gee, I don't know—"

"You know what I mean? Why didn't you ever say anything!?"

"Olivia!" Casey sighed. "Everyone seems to think, all these writers... you know, they think that we're friends. Like, the whole, SVU slash DA's Office are BFF's and we hang out, and go for drinks. No... we just work together. You don't tell me everything, Liv. Why would I tell you—"

"Okay, okay," Olivia raised her hands in mock defeat. "I see your point. But seriously, an evil twin sister!"

"It's a very long and—complicated story..."


Childhood Home of Casey Novak
9:04 AM
August 20th, 1994


"Cadee, goddammit, why do you have to be so fucking insensitive—"

"God, Sis, it's not my damn fault that ugly boyfriend of yours—Marcus whatever—doesn't wanna date you anymore. It's a surprise he even started dating you in the first place. Trust me, I'm doing you a damn good favor—"

"He doesn't want to date me because he thinks I'm some two-faced whore, not to mention YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM PRETENDING TO BE ME!" Casey shook her head angrily. "He probably thinks I'm just a some slut... you know, like my slutty sister Cadee."

"Excuse me! What did you just call me? Casey, you're such a—"

"GIRLS!" Diane Novak stumbled into the girls' room. "I've had enough of your arguing!"

"But, MOM!" Cadee shrieked.

"But nothing, Cadee. Now what is—"

Cadee rolled her eyes. "Gee, Mom—"

Diane spun around, eyes wide, face red with anger. "Cadee Elizabeth Novak, I have had enough of your attitude. Stop being so insensitive to your sister. Her boyfriend—no matter how ugly—just broke up with her. You're supposed to be supportive like a good person, but more importantly, like a good sister. You are eighteen years old, Cadee, you should start learning some respect."

"Why do you always side with her!?" Cadee cried.

"Side with me?" Casey screeched. "You pretended to be me, screwed my boyfriend, and then broke with him!"

"You did what?" Diane roared. "How could you—? What, why would—? Ugh." Diane threw her hands up. "I don't even wanna hear about it. Cadee, you're grounded."

"You can't ground me!?" Cadee laughed. "I'm eighteen."

"Then maybe it's time you moved out," Diane replied sternly.

...

"Sounds like a real bitch," Olivia whistled. "Did she move out after that?"

"I haven't spoken with her since that day," Casey sighed.

"Well," Olivia replied, standing up. "She certainly has the motive to kill when you think about it! What better way to get back at the sister she so desperately hates than to frame her for murder!"

"Tell me about it," Casey nodded. "Hell, it's been so long... I can't even deny she wouldn't do such a thing because we barely know each other. It was always a popularity contest between us—but I always ended up winning and I think she really resented that."


Special Victims Unit — Interrogation Room
12:03 AM
February 24th, 2011


"Cadee, we've been at this for over twelve hours. We have your DNA, you're already on the hook for this murder. I don't understand why you just won't confess, it'll save you so much more time!" Munch pleaded.

Cadee was near panicking. "Please, I swear to Dick Wolf I didn't do it!"

It laughed. It was just too fun watching Cadee struggle. She didn't understand that it really was her who killed the poor ADA. That it was her who had violently slashed Kim Greylek's throat at the bus terminal. Well—almost her. It had provided a lot of help. Most of it actually. Suddenly, It felt strange. She hadn't been listening on to her host's conversation, It barely felt itself being pulled away from Cadee's body.

Suddenly, Munch let out a gasp. He pulled off his glasses, and wiped them on the hem of shirt. Was he dreaming?

It was panicking. It had been found.

"Munch," It cooed. "You're dreaming."

"Nope," Munch shook his head, staring directly at the ghostly apparition, shaking violently. "Sonya? Is that really you?"