Friend's Will Be Friends

Casey had to go to court on Monday to convene a grand jury. She had about 20 minutes to spare and was about to go early when Alex saw here.

"What are you up to?"

"I'm about to go to court."

"Not wearing that you aren't." Casey had on her dreaded lime green and purple suit.

"What's wrong with my suit?"

"Friends don't let friends wear tacky suits to court."

Before Casey could protest, Alex led her to the Homicide office and found Rachel. "Hey, can I borrow your spare suit?"

"Um, sure."

Alex had Casey change into Rachel's spare suit.

"Now go get 'em tiger," Alex punched Casey's arm.

The woman had to rush now.

When Casey was done with court, she went to the 1-6, so she could check in with her squad.

"Looking sharp," Fin told her as she waltzed into the precinct. This was the third compliment she had gotten on Rachel's suit for the day.

"Thanks." Were her suits really that bad?

"When did you get this?" Olivia asked. She had not seen it before.

"I borrowed it from Rachel."

"Who?"

"She works for Alex."

"What?"

Casey admitted what happened when Alex saw her suit.

"She made you go change?" Munch snickered.

Olivia glared, but he ignored her.

"She said 'Friends don't let friends wear tacky suits.'"

Munch was cracking up. "I love you Casey, but some of your suits need to go."

Olivia punched his arm. "Shut up!"

Fin and Stabler both looked away, lest she see their facial expressions.

"I thought my suits were fine," Casey said quietly.

"They are," Olivia offered. "You know Alex. She's a perfectionist."

Now, Casey wanted to go through her closet and see what was problematic. "Do I need to purge my wardrobe?"

"No," Olivia told her while Munch nodded.

"Don't feel bad. My fourth wife threatened to sign me up for Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. I just hired a personal shopper instead."

Casey shook her head.

At the end of the day, Alex called and asked how court went.

"It was good. People liked my suit."

"You're a pretty girl Casey. You just need some help with color coordination."

"No one ever told me."

"Did you ever ask?"

"Liv always says I look good."

"Liv's fucking you. You could wear a cousin It outfit, and she'd say it looks good."

Casey rolled her eyes. "Do you have any suggestions for court tomorrow?"

"Let me raid your closet."

An hour later, Alex showed up with a six-pack of Guinness. "Let's get it done." The Bureau Chief started with the suit jackets, taking them all out and seeing which ones looked good and which ones did not.

She kept all of the black and navy blues. Anything that was too bright, Alex put to the side.

She did the same thing with the skirts, and then she did the blouses.

Casey stayed out of the way, nursing her beer as Alex looked at Casey's shoes.

"Always wear heels to court. Even if they're Mary Jane's, get them with a platform."

Alex confiscated all of the flat dress shoes. "Keep one pair of ballet shoes for when your feet are killing you in the office. Other than that heels."

Finally, Alex paired the pieces into sets that worked together.

"You have this for tomorrow, this for Wednesday, this for Thursday, and if you need to go in on Friday, you can wear Tuesday's suit again, just take it to the cleaners after work."

Casey looked over the outfits Alex had put together, black and white, navy blue, dark green, they were all strong colors, but they weren't bright. "I feel like I just got off of an episode of Fashion Police."

"Sometimes, you just need an outside perspective." Alex wondered how long it would be before Casey let Alex do something with that hair.

Casey's new look made quite an impression on the court. The positive feedback gave her a confidence boost, and on Friday afternoon, she proudly walked into the 1-6 to declare that Michael Reeves had been indicted.

The team decided to go out for drinks that night to celebrate.