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The opening chords of "Don't Fear the Reaper" were Casey's cue to release her tight grip on the corner of the throw pillow. As the credits at the end of The Frighteners began rolling against the black screen, Olivia couldn't help but steal a glance at Casey out of the corner of her eye. She was just fluffing the poor, abused throw pillow back into shape and replaced it in its rightful place against the arm of the sofa. Then her shoulders visibly relaxed as she released a heavy breath.

Olivia snickered and nudged the ADA with her elbow. "So what's the verdict? That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Actually, it wasn't," Casey said, although it was obvious that she was just trying to save face. With her hands finally free and her attention not fixated on the screen, she realized she was thirsty. She snatched the bottle of water from her coaster on the end table and took a large sip.

Elliot smirked. "I think the throw pillow might disagree with you."

Unable to argue with the detective, mostly because she knew that he was right, Casey relied on the old but childish failsafe of sticking her tongue out at him. "Olivia was right, though. There was enough comic relief to balance out the creepiness and the only thing that really weirded me out was the part in the old asylum."

"Oh, you know, a good twenty minutes' worth of material," Olivia teased. "But that was the only thing."

Casey opened her mouth to defend herself, but was there really any point? She'd certainly figured out by now that no matter what she said, the detectives were just going to turn it around and use it to make fun of her. Instead she slumped back in her seat without another word.

"I need to get something else to drink before we put in Casey's ridiculously cheesy pick," Elliot announced, rising from his seat. "I'm completely soda-ed out. You two want anything else?"

"I've still got plenty of water," Casey said, indicating her almost-full bottle. "Thank you, though."

"I'll take a water since you're going in there anyway," Olivia said.

"One nothing and one water," Elliot replied, winking as he committed the order to memory. "Got it."

Once Olivia and Casey were alone, the detective tapped the ADA's shoulder to get her attention. "So," she said in a tone that made Casey slightly nervous, "I couldn't help but notice at the video store this morning that you sort of flinched when you came to find Elliot and me."

Casey closed her eyes for a second and let out a breath through her nose. She'd been hoping that neither of them had noticed, but she should have known that at least one of them would have. There was a reason the two of them were detectives, after all. "It's nothing," she said with a half-hearted shrug that she hoped would indicate that the conversation was over.

But when Olivia frowned, Casey realized that she was not going to be allowed out of the talk that easily. "I promise, it's nothing. It was … something about seeing you two standing there, obviously talking about me and then shutting up when I came by." She cleared her throat to dislodge the lump that had unexpectedly formed and Olivia's frown deepened. "Look, I don't like getting into it. Let's just say that I didn't have the easiest time of it in junior high and I was just mentally thrown back there for a second."

"I'm sorry," Olivia said quietly, her eyes searching Casey's.

"Oh, don't be," the ADA assured her with a smile. "Neither you nor Elliot is Anna Horsford, so it's really okay. It was just a mental hiccup on my part."

After a moment small moment of silence, Olivia asked, "That was her name? Anna Horsford?"

"Yep."

"Sounds like a total bitch."

Casey laughed, the tension released. "She really was."

"Who really was what?" Elliot asked as he returned to the living room. He handed Olivia her bottle of water before again plopping into the easy chair.

"Anna Horsford was a bitch," Olivia answered. At Elliot's confused frown, she and Casey both giggled. "Never mind."

Elliot shook his head. The two of them were obviously sharing some inside joke that he would never understand. "Whatever. I say it's Casey's turn to get off her ass to put the movie in."

Again Casey opened her mouth to argue but she decided it wasn't worth it. She wouldn't win anyway. All three of them had already gotten up once to start a movie and she'd certainly learned through her childhood that a little sister was just barely a step above a slave in the eyes of the older siblings. "I still can't believe you've never seen this, Liv," she said instead as she forced herself off the comfortable sofa.

"Actually, neither can I." Elliot frowned at his partner as if trying to mentally work out just how someone went through life without having ever seen Clue. "This is … well, it's not exactly a classic. More like a cult classic, but it's popular enough."

"I guess I'm just not as worldly as the two of you," Olivia replied with a roll of her eyes.

Casey snickered as she inserted the DVD. "I first saw this when I was in elementary school. It actually scared me back then and before either of you jump all over my case for that, keep in mind I was eight years old."

"So you always were a wuss," Elliot interjected, completely disregarding Casey's warning.

The ADA simply made a face at him before reclaiming her seat on the couch. "Anyway. When I got older, I obviously appreciated the humor much more. I still find myself quoting it every now and then when I get together with my friends from school."

Olivia raised her eyebrows at her partner and he gave her a slight nod. "You still quote cheesy '80s cult classics, Case?" she asked, clucking her tongue. "You're a wuss and a geek."

Casey simply sighed. She realized she'd set herself up for that one, but she still pouted slightly and crossed her arms over her chest. Apparently Bonding Time was over and it was once again Making Fun of Casey Time. She heard the detectives share a snicker and couldn't help but chuckle herself. Elliot and Olivia had the ability to drive her crazy like no other people she'd ever met, but that was just part of their charm.