DISCLAIMER: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and its characters are the property of NBC and Dick Wolf

DISCLAIMER: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and its characters are the property of NBC and Dick Wolf. Any other characters you think you might recognize as real people... nope... it's not them. Really.

Author's Note: In the fanfic world, there are some really good stories and, well, then there are mine. With any luck, the fanfic police will send a fanfic detective resembling Olivia Benson to investigate my heinous writing crimes and a fanfic ADA resembling Casey Novak will prosecute me into submission.

Ooh, throw the book at me - I'm guilty, guilty, guilty! .g.


Anywho... these are my latest crimes. You have been warned. .g.

This is the third story in the series. This one actually takes place the same day as the last one (MISHAP). It's just going to let you in on what was going on with our favorite ADA while Liv was slaving away at home. I know, I know... you just want to know why the last story ended the way it did. I'll cover that in story number 87. ;o)

Kidding, just kidding. Start reading. Oh and hold on tight - this one is going to be a bit of a bumpy ride.

ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.


(story 3 in the MIScommunication Series aka It Sucks To Be You Series)

By cnrocks/CaseyROCKS

Benson/Novak Residence

October 15, Sunday 8:45 pm

Casey turned away from Liv so that she could hide the grimace caused by the pain. Olivia immediately jumped up from the chair apologizing profusely.

"Ohmigod. Oh Casey... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought you weren't mad anymore. I'm sorry..."

Casey turned back. "No, Liv... no."

"I'm sorry, honey. I won't..." Olivia was cut off by two fingers placed across her lips.

"No... no, Liv. It's not that. I'm not mad. How could I be mad? Look at everything you did for me today." Casey's eyes gentled with concern. "Oh sweetie, it's definitely not that. Far from it. I love when you touch me." She smiled. Then laughed as Liv nibbled her fingers. "And that too." Casey leaned in and replaced her fingers with her lips and gave Liv a soft kiss.

"But... but... I thought..."

Casey interrupted Liv with another kiss. "Let me explain, okay?"

Olivia nodded. Casey took both of Olivia's hands in her own and directed her back to the couch. When Liv was seated she took Liv's right arm lifted it onto the back of the sofa. Casey then sat down close and arranged the detective's arm to carefully drape over her shoulder. She snuggled in and reached across their bodies and sought out Liv's free hand. She joined her fingers. Casey leaned her head on the detective's shoulder and smiled when she felt Olivia release a big breath and relax.

"Okay, let's do the cheesy domestic thing you are quite fond of... only vice versa."

Olivia's brows knit in puzzlement for a moment and then her eyes opened in amazement when she figured out what Casey meant. "Vice versa? Then you have to start."

"Hi, Honey, I'm home," Casey warbled cheerfully.

Olivia kissed Casey's cheek. "Hi yourself, how was your day, sweetie?" She asked per their running joke script.

"Well, let me tell you what I did today..."

Benson/Novak Residence Outside

October 15, Sunday Morning 9:58am

Casey pushed open the door to the street and immediately put up her hand to block out the sun. She squinted and looked down while she dug through her purse looking for her sunglasses, then slipped them on. Her attention was drawn to a car parked at the curb and to the black denim encased legs of the person leaning on it. Her eyes started at the Nikes, worked their way up the snug black denim to an intricately decorated leather belt. Continuing upward Casey saw leather jacketed arms crossed over what appeared to be a blue polo covered body. Her eyes raised just a bit more and she was caught. Caught by a smirk. She just knew that the eyes behind the Raybans were laughing at her.


"Novak." Liz lowered her glasses to the end of her nose.

Oh crap, Casey thought to herself. I am never gonna live this down. "You're wearing jeans?" she asked in an astonished voice. "I've never seen you wear jeans. Ohmigod and sneakers too!"

"Well, you've never seen me in my underwear either but it's a good bet I wear it as well. " She paused. "Well... most of the time anyway." Liz pushed her glasses back into place.

"Waitaminute, I'm not talking to you..." Casey started to say but was cut off.

"Yes, you are and you will continue to talk to me; however, for right now, you will be listening to me."

"You want to gloat about your date with Liv last night?"

"Casey," Liz's tone turned stern. "It was not a date. We went out to dinner at my insistence."

"Dinner? Sounds like a date to me."

"Did Olivia come home last night?" Liz recrossed her arms.


"Then trust me, we weren't on a date." Liz pushed herself off the car and turned to open the passenger door. "Now, will you please get in the car?"

"This is your car?" Casey said with awe. "You drive a Mercedes SL Roadster?"

"No, I stole it. Yes, of course this is my car. Now get in."

Casey walked around the outside of the car, ignoring Liz's request. She whistled. "Whoa, nice wheels. Automatic?"

Liz snorted. "I don't think so," she said sardonically.

"What color is that?"

"Capri Blue Metallic."

Casey looked in the open door. "Oooh, leather everything and wood trim." She turned to Liz. "I wanna be you when I grow up."

Liz chuckled. "Now that you are done ogling my car, will you please get in?"

"Can I drive?"


"Please, please, please... I'll be your bestest friend in the whole world."

"What are you - five years old?"

Casey poked out her bottom lip in a pout.

"No-vak," Liz admonished. "Put your lip back in before someone walks on it." She looked at the puppy dog eyes Casey was giving her. "My, my... you are five years old."

"Maybe, but I am a five year old with a driver's license. C'mon, let me drive. Just a few blocks. Please?"


"Can I at least sit in it and pretend?" Casey tilted her head to one side and looked up at Liz. She raised her hands to hold a mock steering wheel. "Vroom, Vroom!" She smiled. "Please?"

"Okay, look... since we are only taking my baby here back to the parking garage a few blocks up - don't make me sorry Casey - you can drive."

Casey pumped her fist in the air and did a happy dance in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Novak? Novak? NOVAK!"

Casey stopped her dance.

"Up to the garage - no speeding, no cutting in and out of traffic. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am." Casey saluted.

Liz threw Casey the keys and got into the passenger side.

Casey opened the driver's door and reverently got in behind the wheel. She ran her hand over the smooth wood interior and the leather steering wheel. She sighed.

"Would you two like to be alone?" Liz asked sarcastically.

"Would you?" Casey quipped.

"Just start the car, Casey. The faster we get this back to the garage the faster we can grab a cab and get to our appointment. We'll talk while we are in the cab, understand?"

"Fast? I can do fast." Casey peeled out in a screech.