I can only write angsty dramatic fics, so yes, this is another one.

Thanks a million to x Rampant Chaos., because this would never get posted if it weren't for her. And she also helped me with a lot of it, but I can't remember specifically right now.

Disclaimer: But really, what would you do if I said I owned everything?

Okay fine. They're that Dick's.

"Shay, you have thirty seconds to get out of bed before I go in there and physically drag you out of there myself." Casey stood sternly in the doorway of her seventeen-year-old sister's room with her arms crossed, staring exasperatedly at the unmoving form in the bed. She was truly getting tired of this charade every single morning.

"I'm sick," Shayla finally mumbled, then turned over and pulled a pillow over her head.

"You are so not sick, get up. I get enough shit for you missing all of the school that you miss. I'm going to make coffee, and if you're not up when I get back you're going to be in serious trouble." Casey slowly backed away from the door, hoping that the mention of the sacred beverage would cause her sister to stand. She smirked in satisfaction as she heard her sister groan before standing up and slamming her closet doors open.

Casey made her way into the kitchen, scowling at the clock on the way in. Whoever decided that people needed to start their days at 6:00 in the morning was high up on the list of people Casey personally wanted to kill. She busied her way though the kitchen, preparing enough coffee to supply a small army just for the two of them.

"Coffee," a tired voice demanded from behind her. Casey rolled her eyes as she turned around to face the teenager. Casey's mouth fell open as she took in what her sister was wearing. She stared in horror at the Shayla's mini skirt that only belonged on a stripper or a playboy model, along with the halter-top that left little to the imagination.

"Absolutely, positively, no fucking way." Casey finally got over the initial shock, but continued to stare blankly at her sister as she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes conveying all her emotions without her having to say a word.

"Oh come on, Case, shut up. Is the coffee ready?" Shayla pushed past her older sister and toward the coffeepot, but Casey swiftly took a step between her sister and the coffee.

"Get back in your room and change your clothes. There is no way in hell I'm letting you out of the house like that. Now go."

"You're not my mother, Casey, you can't tell me what to wear!"

Casey took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, sick of hearing that statement coming out of Shayla's mouth every time they had a disagreement.

"I am your legal guardian, and I can tell you to wear a fucking clown suit if I want to. Now go change into clothes that are even slightly appropriate for school, because your clothes right now aren't even appropriate for a strip club. You look like a tramp."

Shayla rolled her eyes as she turned around and stomped out of the kitchen and back into her room, obviously slamming all of the doors on the way.

"Good morning to you too!" Casey yelled after her sister before turning back to the coffeepot.

"Nice of you to join us, counselor," Don called as Casey rushed into the squad room, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process.

"Sorry, sorry, getting a seventeen-year-old out of bed in the morning is a hell that nobody should have to put up with."

"Decent excuse," Fin remarked, winking at Casey. Casey laughed as she took a seat on Elliot's desk. He smiled at her as she sat, to which she nodded back.

"So what do we have?" Casey finally asked once the small talk had faded into silence. Elliot stood and walked to the board that had a series of photographs and notes attached to it. Casey smiled as she watched him in action; while she would never admit it to anyone, there was just something about Elliot Stabler, and she could hardly ever stop thinking about him.

"Alexis, a fourteen-year-old freshman, was walking home from soccer practice at about 6:30PM on Tuesday night. Said she felt like someone was following her, but she didn't see anyone so she assumed that she was being paranoid. She took a shortcut through some woods in the park, and was about halfway through when she felt someone grabbing her from behind. Said she tried to scream but he held his hand over her mouth, but there was no one around anyway. He raped her with a condom once, then ran away and left her lying there. She called her mom, who called the police. Went right in and got a rape kit. She didn't know the perv, but she saw him and is going to sit down with a sketch artist tomorrow. She said she thought she had seen him around a lot the days before, but thought nothing of it, except she did say that she could have just been being paranoid after, though. We have nothing else on the guy."

Casey shuddered as Elliot finished explaining the latest case. It sounded uncomfortably familiar, however most of the cases did. As usual, Casey forced the thought to the back of her mind, convincing herself once again that she was simply being paranoid. This time, though, there was just something about the description…

"Casey?" Casey jumped a little bit as she felt a hand lay on her shoulder, but relaxed once she realized that it was Elliot who was speaking to her.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" Elliot rubbed her shoulder gently as he took a seat beside her, causing her insides to melt as he did so. She nodded quickly and hastily, pulling away a little and standing up. As soon as she did she began silently admonishing herself for pulling away; she wanted nothing more than Elliot's support, but whenever somebody asked her if she was okay it was like a reflex that made her pull away. Elliot looked a little bit shocked and hurt as she stood up, and she was tempted to just sit down next to him and tell him the truth, but after harboring secrets for so long it's nearly impossible to do otherwise.

"Do we have anything else on the bastard?" Casey finally asked, forcing herself to focus on the case.

"She gave us a description of the guy, but from the description it could be Elliot we're looking for," Fin offered, gesturing to Elliot as he did so. Elliot smirked in his direction.

"Okay, so am I needed for anything?" she questioned.

"Not right now, but hopefully we'll need a warrant from you soon enough," Don answered.

"Okay, well, call me when you do." Casey smiled at the squad before grabbing her briefcase and briskly walking out of the squad room, praying that nobody had noticed the nervousness that was buzzing inside of her.

Elliot paced hastily between the desks in the squad room as a million thoughts ran through his mind. He had no idea when these feelings had started, but recently whenever he was around Casey his heart fluttered like a little schoolboy with a crush. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms, but he couldn't help but think that she'd have no interest in him—they worked together, and she was much younger than him and would probably be interested in younger men. He wasn't sure where all of the self-doubt was coming from, but it was overwhelming.

Something had been off today, though, when they were discussing the case. Sure, the cases made all of them sick, but something about Casey's reaction to the case made him uneasy. He very well could have been overreacting only because he was watching her so intently, but the look on her face as he rattled off the details was engrained in this mind.

"El," Olivia's voice interrupted his pacing, and he turned to face her. She had her coat draped over her arm and she handed his coat to him as she gestured to the door and started walking.

"That was Alexis' mom. She called to tell me that Alexis remembered today that the perp was wearing a McDonald's uniform and nametag with the name Sean. There's a McDonalds right by the crime scene, so hopefully there's only one employee named Sean and he's from that one. We'll just have her make an ID, but he's probably from that one."

"What kind of idiot pervert goes out and rapes someone while wearing a nametag and a uniform from their place of employment?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at the statement, even though it was true. Before she could respond, however, Elliot's phone started ringing, startling them both. He allowed a small smile to creep on his face as he caught sight of the caller ID.

"Hey Case," he greeted.

"Hi… I was just wondering if you've gotten anywhere on Alexis' case?" Elliot couldn't help but observe that she sounded uneasy, nervous even.

"Yeah, actually, she just remembered that the perp was wearing a nametag from a McDonalds. We're going to pick him up right now. Sean something."

"Oh, okay, good… well, keep me updated, okay?"

"We will, Casey."

Elliot grinned as he hung up the phone.

"Wow, you have it bad," Olivia teased from the driver's seat of the car.

"That obvious?"

Olivia nodded. "So obvious."

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