Disclaimer: I don’t own them, but oh god I wish I did

Summary: After intoxicated Casey and Olivia talk

AN: If you think I should make this more then 1 chapter let me know. But if you don’t think this should be more then one let me know also, thanks. Oh and thanks to my Beta Hallie

She sat in her seat at the back of the courtroom, watching as the last of the people left. Simone and Casey were talking then slowly looked at her. She got up and turned to the set of double doors, taking a breath, as she got ready to walk out. She walked out of the courtroom, only thinking about getting home. She needed to get home. Walking quickly down the hall she hears the sound of heels rushing to catch up to her.

“Olivia! Olivia wait, please,”

Casey calls as she tries to balance her case material, put on her coat and catch up with Olivia.

“What do you want Casey?” Olivia asks without stopping, but slowing her pace out of habit.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace” Casey finally looks Olivia in the eyes. “I’m sorry” Casey said

“You’re sorry?” Olivia asked “For what? The case? You pled her out, I thank you for that. Why are you sorry?” she asked the redhead as they stepped out and into the cold.

“No Olivia, for what happened to you. For how you had to grow up,”

Casey said, even through she knew she could never actually help Olivia from feeling her pain. Olivia stopped mid stride and turned to the redhead, fresh tears in her eyes. She blinked them away before they could make themselves known.

“I know you are, Casey, I know you are,” Olivia whispered, her voice breaking as she tried so hard to keep her composure together.

She didn’t need to break into pieces on the front steps of the courthouse. Both women started walking again.

“Are you going home?” Casey asked Olivia.

She nodded. “Yeah, I am”

Casey took a deep breath. “Want some company?” she asked.

Olivia didn’t answer for a few minutes. She wiped her face and then looked at Casey. “I’d like that,” Olivia said as they continued on their way.

The two women were quiet as they walked to Olivia’s car. When they got, in both women were quiet and just sat. It was a minute before Olivia stated the car, it was then that Casey spoke.

“How many people know Olivia?” she asked.

“Just two, you and Simone.”

Casey smiled sadly. “Why haven’t you spoken to someone?” she asked wondering why after all this time.

“Like I said before Casey, if you don’t talk about it it’s like, it’s not real, I didn’t want it to be real and neither did Carrie,” Olivia said.

“Did you see the bottles that were found at Carries place? Thinking about it now, I never would have looked for those bottles if I didn’t go through what Carrie went through. This case could have turned out totally different, I could of ended up different, not a cop, maybe even one of the junkies or cases we get. All because of my mother.”

Olivia slammed the wheel hard, tears falling down her face.

“My god damn mother!” she slammed the wheel again blinking trying so hard to clear her eyes of the tears.

After a minute Casey carefully asked if she was ok, not really knowing what to do or say. It was 15 more minutes before they reached Olivia’s place, both women got out.

“What would you like for dinner? We can order out. It might be best since I don’t trust anything in my cupboards or fridge,”

Olivia said, grinning, which brought a smile to Casey’s face.

“Anything as long as it’s not pizza. I’ve already had that. How about some KFC? I could go for some greasy chicken,” Casey said as

Olivia smiled.

“Alright, make your self at home, what would you like to drink?” Olivia asked her.

“What do you have?” Casey asked.

“Pop, water, orange juice that looks a bit out of date,” Olivia said, laughing slightly. “And beer,” Olivia said, finishing the list of the things in her fridge.

“How about some beer? It goes alright with greasy chicken,” Casey suggested.

After Olivia had ordered, they sat on the couch with their drinks and just waited in the quietness of the living room. It was a few minutes before Casey spoke

“How do you feel?” Olivia looked at her.

“It feels strange. I never had to talk about it, tell anyone. I feel mad, I feel sad. Angry,” Olivia said, trailing off.

“I don’t really know why I feel like this but I do,” she said stopping to take a drink.

“You should have seen the look on her face when she called me a bitch. God it was just like my mother, it was like I was living it all over again,” she said softly.

“It’s ok to talk Olivia, talking helps you,” Casey said as she gently moved her hand over Olivia’s in a ‘caring friend’ way.

“I know how she felt Casey, wanting to hurt her mother. To hurt her mother so bad just so she could feel the way it feels to have punches land on you and bottles thrown your way,” Olivia said taking another drink from the bottle.

An hour later both women sat on the couch with their empty plates on the coffee table and their empty beer bottles and cups as well. After they finished their beers they had a glass of pop, and Olivia had barely sat down when the bell rang, dinner had arrived.

“My god that was good” Casey said licking her fingers and wiping her mouth.

Olivia nodded. “Do you have any work to do or would you like to watch a movie?” she asked Casey, not wanting the younger woman to leave just yet. As if sensing how Olivia didn’t want her to leave she shook her head.

“No it’s alright, I can stay,” Casey said “Here,” she picked up the garbage and brought it to the kitchen to throw out while Olivia picked a movie. Casey came back from the kitchen and moved to sit on the couch. Olivia had a pile of DVD’S sitting in front of her.

“Take your pick,” she told Casey. Casey looked through the movies

“You have the Omen?” she asked looking at Olivia.

“Yes I like that one, it’s better then the other one’s and Gregory Peck is pretty good looking for a 60 year old when he did this one,” Olivia said, grinning as a blush came to her face.

“And I have on tape To Kill a Mocking Bird. He was 45 when he did that one,” Olivia said.

“I also have other ones of his.” Casey smiled.

“You don’t like him at all do you Olivia?” she asked laughing.

“Okay, so what ever you want we can watch.” Casey nodded and picked Mona Lisa Smile handing it to Olivia smiling.

“I like this one” Olivia got up and put it on.

All through the movie they would talk and near the end Olivia had finally fallen asleep. Casey was happy to see Olivia sleeping, she looked so tired lately and Casey was sad to think about her not getting enough sleep all the time because of her work and her past.

She got up off the couch and turned the DVD player off, turning down the TV before turning it off. She got the cover from the back of the couch and covered Olivia with it. She closed living room window making sure Olivia wouldn’t get cold then she walked to her bag and got out a piece of paper and a pen.

She wrote a note for Olivia, thanking her for dinner, the movie and the talk and time they spent together tonight.

‘Hey, thank you for the good food, beer, and movie. I won’t tell anyone how you like Gregory Peck, which would ruin your rep as a ‘tough cop’ wouldn’t it? Anyway I hope you feel better in the morning, and maybe you should talk to George or someone else if you feel you need to.

I’m not telling you to Olivia, I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore then you are. Anyway, thanks for everything tonight, hope you had a good night’s rest and see you tomorrow

Love Casey’

She put the note on the coffee table when Olivia could find it then got her shoes on, got her coat on and picked up her things before moving to the door. She opened it softly and walked out closing it just as soft.

She had made sure to lock the door before leaving, so as she made her way down the hall she felt better. Better and happier with herself for helping Olivia the only way she could, getting her to talk and helping her through this case.

She had a feeling about this when she first got this case. She could feel it in her stomach something was going to happen during this one, but she never expected this. She shook her head softly as she made her way out into the night street. It took her 5 minutes before getting a cab.

But when she did and gave her address, she sat back and watched the buildings and people go by, sighing she closed her eyes thinking of Olivia and found she was ready to sleep and relax for the night.

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Olivia woke up around 6:30am the next morning looking around. She found the note Casey left on the coffee table. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and then picked it up to read the piece of paper. She read it, and then re-reads it before smiling and nodding.

“And thank you, Casey, for the help you gave me,” she said to no one before getting up and ready for another day of work.

AN: This may not make sense but I tried, and please R & R.