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Author's Note: This chapter is a little short…I hope you all can forgive me for that.

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Time and Secrets

Chapter 10: Surprises

By: Nimmireth

District Attorney Conference Room

In one of the District Attorney Conference rooms, Lionel granger sat in a black business suit and a blue and yellow striped tie next to his client, Alan Lestin. The door opened and Executive Assistant District Attorney Jack McCoy and his coworker, Alexandra Borgia, entered. The two pulled out the green, velvet chair and they sat down. As the two sat down, Jack adjusted his solid red tie and Alexandra adjusted her black skirt "Well, Lionel," Jack began. "What are we doing here?"

"We're here to make a deal?" Lionel Granger asked him. "What are you going to offer him?"

"What's you're client willing to pay for, Mr. Granger?" Jack asked him. "He doesn't have anything we need, why do you want us to make a deal if he wants to plead guilty and doesn't have anything good for us to use against someone else?"

Granger looked at his client before he spoke again. "My client knows a little something about this guy. You might want to consider a low number, it's very decent information."

"What guy? What did he do that was so terrible that you're willing to rat on him, Mr. Lestin?" Jack wondered.

Granger leaned over to his client to whisper to him. Jack McCoy looked over at Alexandra and shrugged. She returned the gesture.

Granger sat back up as Alan took a deep breath. "I know this guy," Alan began. "He, umm…He's a really good chemist, ya know? He has a lab in the basement where I work and, uh, that's where he gets his customers and where he sells his dope. He was cooking down there a few weeks ago, actually. Sold a lot, got at least 15 grand."

Alexandra and Jack glanced at each other again. "Give us a name and maybe we'll consider a plea," Jack said.

Alan paused for a moment before responding. "Justin Felix."

Special Victims Unit

"As in the Justin Felix that raped Ross's sister?" Elliot asked when Alexandra and Jack delivered the information. They both nodded. "How? He was sentenced to fifteen years!"

"Paroled," Alexandra said. "Six months ago, actually. He was let out because he had such good behavior," she explained.

"Good behavior, my ass," said Munch.

"My thoughts, exactly," Jack said. "We're going to leave this one to Narcotics; we just thought you guys should know."

"Thanks," they all responded.

Jack looked down for a second. "How's she doing?" he asked.

The four detectives glimpsed at each other. "Honestly?" Elliot asked. "No idea. Probably not too good, but she'll get past it; she's a though kid."

"Too true," Munch said. "Thanks again, guys, we'll see you around."

Jack and Alex nodded and left the Special Victims Unit. The detectives groaned and regrouped. "How is Casey?" Munch asked.

Olivia shrugged. "I don't know, I was actually going to go to her apartment later and see what's going on."

"Good," Elliot said. "This place is getting so boring without her."

Apartment of Casey Novak

Olivia knocked on the door several times before Casey finally opened the door. She was wearing a purple shirt and grey sweatpants. Her eyes were puffy, red and wet; she had definitely been crying. "Casey," Olivia said.

She sniffled. "Olivia, what are you doing here?" she asked.

Olivia sighed. "I just came to see how you were doing," she said.

"I'll be all right, Liv," she said, wiping her face again. "Really, I'm a big girl; I'll get over it."

Olivia stared at her for a moment. "You want to talk about it?"

Casey sighed. "No, that's okay," she said, and she began to close the door. Olivia, however, stuck her foot out to prevent the door from closing. Casey turned back to her. "What?"

"Come on, Casey," Olivia began. "You really look like you need someone to talk to."

Casey sniffled again and exhaled deeply. "Come in."

Olivia stepped inside and closed the door. "So," Olivia began. "Start from the beginning."

She walked over to her couch, sat down, and broke out into a half sob. "I don't know what to do anymore," she began. "I hate feeling like this; I hate feeling like a victim. It sucks."

Olivia sighed. "I could only imagine," she told her as she sat down next to her.

Casey sobbed. "I was just so embarrassed. That's why I didn't tell you guys. I didn't want you guys to look at me like some weak little girl who couldn't defend herself against some punk."

"You were raped, Casey," Olivia said. "You know that we deal with those cases all the time; we wouldn't think any less of you."

She whimpered again and wiped her eyes. "I always thought of myself as the person who was helping the victims, the person who was there for the victims, the person who brought the victims justice. I never actually thought that I would have to be the victim."

She completely broke down then. The sobbing and sniffling refused to stop. Olivia took her by the shoulders and put Casey's head on her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around her and Casey followed suit. She continued to cry on Olivia's shoulder while Olivia stroked her hair. "Just let it out," she said. "It's okay, Casey, just let it out."

When Casey calmed down, Olivia noticed something on the coffee table in front of them; there was a piece of paper on top of a brownish- yellow envelope. As Casey sat up, Olivia went to pick up the piece of paper. "What's this?" she asked.

She snatched the paper out of Olivia's hands and clenched it towards her body. "Nothing," she told her.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked.

Casey sighed. "You remember when you called me and told me that Melinda wanted to see me?"

"Yes," Olivia said.

She sniffled. "She wanted me to take a blood test," she told her. "She came to me a couple of hours ago with the results."

Olivia exhaled deeply. "Did he give you something?" she asked.

She groaned. "In a manner of speaking," she said.

"What does that mean?"

Casey put the envelope and paper back on the table. She entwined her fingers around one another and sobbed once. She then took a deep breath and looked towards the floor. "I'm pregnant."