A/N: For this story I'm trying something new. The whole story will be written in different people's point of view. Only the flashbacks will be in 3rd person. Enjoy!

Casey's POV

I stared at the rain pouring down the window for almost five minutes. I was lying in a pair of arms that were very soft and warm. I was milking the moment. It wasn't every day I got comfort from a man.

I felt him shift a little but he was still holding me. I guess I found myself a cuddler. Perfect. I looked over my shoulder and he was sleeping soundly. It was pretty cute how he asked me out in the squad room. Fin gave him a mean look but that was protective. Yes, I slept with Detective Chester Lake.

His arms were around my waist and his chin was resting against my shoulder. He was softly breathing against my dark strawberry hair. I really think I should settle on a color. Blonde is out for sure. I'm pale as it is.

Suddenly my thoughts about my hair got scared away by the cell phone ringing. There it went. My moment I was enjoying. All gone because of work.

Lake…Chester. I needed to get used to calling him by his first name. No one likes it when someone they have sex with call them by their last name. God forbid I have someone call me Novak during sex or kissing. Can you say awkward?

Chester let out a cute groan and started to turn to find his phone. He turned toward the floor on his side to find his pants. The phone kept ringing. He turned toward me and gave me a kiss on the temple. "Morning"

I smiled a little and laid where I was as he finally grabbed his pants from the foot of the bed. Nice muscular back for sure. Good catch Casey! He talked into his phone for a little bit before hanging up. He turned to look at me. "Sorry, I have to go."

I nodded a little. Say something. "No big deal." Oh you suck. Not that. Something good so he will want to see you again. Oh my god I'm coming up blank. He gets off the bed. Say anything! Something! "Last night was fun." And now you are a whore. Great.

He looks over at me with a smile. My god that is a gorgeous smile. Yum! His small Mohawk he has is a little messy but pretty good considering the great sex we had. "Well I'm glad you had fun also. Can I call you?" Score! Go Casey you pimp! Ok stop it you dork.

"Yeah." I know I'm sporting a cheesy grin now. "You got my number right?" Don't be too desperate now.

"Yeah." He nods as he pulls his jeans over his boxer briefs. Those are tight jeans but I did always have a thing for rocker guys. I feel like doing a happy dance right now but I can be cool with company around. Hot company.

I nod and grab my tank top from my dresser that I can reach from the bed. I sat up a little and pulled it on as Chester got his shirt. I couldn't help but look at him as he pulled that on also. That was kind of tight also but it was a good thing since he had a nice body.

I quickly looked away as he turned to look at me. "So are we telling anybody about this? You know…us." Wow. Us? There was an us already? Why was I not aware of this us he talking about?

"Oh…um…I don't know." Sometimes being honest wasn't always good. "Excuse me." I bailed out before another 'us' question came out. I went to the bathroom and closed the door. Breath. Why was this so nerve wrecking? Oh yea. Because I slept with the guy I work with. There we go.

I find jeans I left there after a shower couple nights ago and pull them on. I knew not to throw these jeans in the laundry. It's like I knew I was going to get laid. I look around and find my hoodie behind the door. I guess that will work. I pull it on and it shows a little of my stomach when I move. Perfect. I quickly run a comb through my hair and go outside before he leaves.

Chester is now fully clothed and his shirt is tucked into his very slim and lean waist. I want to touch again! So damn hot. I try my best not to bite my bottom lip looking at him. He has a gun holster that goes over his shoulder. Man that is hot.

He looks up and smiles again. Oh my god stop smiling you are making me giggly! "I should get going." He tells me with a nod. "You mind if I use your bathroom? My hair is messy."

I suppress my grin and nod. "Sure. Go ahead" I move away a little. He walks past me and goes into my bathroom. He still smells good even after sweating all night. This guy is something else. I slept with him. Score.

I go to the kitchen and start making coffee. Chester comes out a couple minutes later with his nice, black leather jacket on him. He is making me get hot once again. "I have to go. I'll call you later." He comes closer. I mean right next to me. He leans a little and gives me a small kiss on the lips.

I don't hesitate. I kiss him back. Nice lips also. Oh that was a hot kiss. I think I felt a little tongue also. He smirks a little and goes out of my apartment. Is it ok if I pass out now? I finish the coffee and start making breakfast.

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Olivia's POV

I sat in the squad car for what seemed forever. Elliot was by me and he was ready to knock out. We were on a stake out that seemed like eternity. I sipped my coffee even if it did nothing. Runs right through me.

Suddenly John's voice comes over the radio. "He is heading toward you unit one."

This got me and my partner to sit up a little. The rain wasn't helping the situation since I loved to sleep when it rained. I grabbed the radio. "Copy that. We have visual." I put it down again spotting the teenage boy we were supposed to arrest. "See him?"

Elliot nodded. "We taking him?"

I kept looking for a second or two before nodding. "Lets go." We both went out of our cars and closed the door. Elliot went to the sidewalk and I walked straight to the little brat. "Hey can I talk to you?" I asked and held up my badge.

The kid looked at me for a second before stopping in his tracks. I spotted him glance over his shoulder at Elliot. Smart kid. He slowly held up his arms. Without any warning he took off running through the alley.

Son of a bitch. I ran right after him and Elliot went to get the car. This is the last thing I need. Oh I hate my jobs sometimes. Running at 5 am is not so fun. Especially when it was drizzling.

The kid jumped over a fence. Fast little mother fucker. I jumped the fence also. I speeded up a little and grabbed the back of his baggy jacket. I pulled him back and pushed him against the wall. "Ok" I caught my breath. "That wasn't nice Derrick"

"Suck my-" I applied more pressure on him.

"You don't want to finish that." I warned him.

I spotted Elliot pull the car over by me and the little prick. I pulled the little punk off the wall and dragged him to the car.

"Get off me you bitch! I didn't do anything!" He yelled. Why am I always the bitch? Jesus Christ. I do have feelings you know?

"Derrick Donnelly you are under arrest for the rape of Chloe Bernard. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law-" Suddenly he cut me off.

"I have the right to an attorney. If I cant afford one, one will be provided to me. I do understand these rights as they have been read to me." He finished with a smug smile. Oh how gladly I would smack that grin off his face.

Elliot opened the back door with a small smile seeing I was annoyed I had to chase this kid. He pulled out his cuffs and put it on Donnelly seeing I was pissed I could probably slam them on. A lawsuit we didn't need.

I went to my side and got in. Derrick kept looking at me. I didn't care. He was just a rapist. A teenage rapist. 17 years old. Crazy.

Elliot got in to drive. We all kept quiet when suddenly Derrick spoke up. "You're kind of hot" He told me. Oh a complament from him. Oh how I'm falling in love. I said nothing. "For a cop at least. But I do like them feisty."

"Shut up Donnelly." Elliot told him.

Derrick laughed. "Oh c'mon you guys never rocked the boat together? Not even once after a hard case?"

I glared over at him. "We deal with rapists like you all day."

He laughed again. He moved closer to the rails. "Can I see your badge again m'am?"

I let out a deep breath and showed him to get him to shut up. "Done?"

He nodded. "So Olivia huh?"

"That's Detective Benson." I ordered.

"Olivia Benson. That's a hot name to yell out during sex." He turned toward Elliot. "Was it fun screaming her name? Or did she scream your name? She does look like a screamer"

I put my feet firmly on the ground knowing what Elliot was going to do. Elliot suddenly hit the brakes and made Donnelly slam his head on the metal guards. I smirked a little. "Opps" Elliot teased.

"Oh c'mon" Derrick groaned. He sat back in his seat properly. "You guys are no fun." He sat there and kept quiet the rest of the way to the precinct.

We finally got there and led him inside. John and Fin let out small laughs seeing the small red marks on Derricks face knowing exactly what happened.

Elliot took Derrick to the interrogation room in the back as I put my coat on a hanger. Casey came into the squad room. I instantly noticed her different look. Her hair had more volume as if she didn't sleep on it. She looked somewhat tired but had a little glow and sparkle in her green eyes. Oh I think someone got some last night.

"You guys get that guy on the Bernard case?" She asked.

I nodded. "Seventeen years old." I tried to hide my smile waiting for the right time to ask who was the lucky guy.

"The perp is seventeen?" She questioned. I nodded to confirm. "Make sure he has his parents present. I don't want this to be thrown out for something stupid."

I nodded even if I knew the procedure. I sat at my computer and searched the little brat. "He doesn't have any parents." I told our lawyer.

"Who is the guardian?" She asked.

I looked at the screen again. "His uncle. Edward Donnelly." Wow that name sounded familiar. Too familiar. I bet he was a rapist also. Probably ran in the family.

Casey nodded. "Give him a call. Have him come down."

"Yes master" I teased my best friend with a smirk before grabbing the phone on the table.

I dialed the number and tapped my pen as I waited for someone to answer. Suddenly the ringing stopped and what seemed like a little girl answered. "Hello?"

My voice instantly softened. "Hi. I'm looking for Edward Donnelly. Is that your dad?"

"Yes." The girl answered me. So cute. Couldn't be more then five I guessed by the voice.

"Can I talk to your dad?"

"Daddy is cleaning up the cereal I spilled now. But what's your name?"

I couldn't resist to smile. "Olivia. Can daddy get the phone? It's kind of important."

There was some clutter over the phone and then a man's voice answered. "I'm sorry about that. She likes to answer phones. This is Edward Donnelly."

I recognized that voice. Don't know where but same voice. "Hi, this is Detective Benson at Manhattan SVU. We have you as the guardian for Derrick Donnelly."

"Oh man. What did he do now?"

"Um…well…we sort of need you down here. We can't address the issue without a guardian since he is underage." I answered. This seemed like a good guy. I wasn't going to tell him about the rape until he was here in person.

"Alright. I'll be there as soon as possible. Thank you."

We both hung up the phones. I spotted Casey wasn't around. "Where's Novak?" I asked John.

"Think she went to the little girl's room." He answered me. I nodded with a smile and got up to find her.

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Casey's POV

I stared at the hickey on my neck in the bathroom. How did I not see this when I left the house? I kept staring at it not sure what to do. I had no make up with me.

I heard a very familiar, evil laugh by the door. I turned my head and spotted Olivia with her micheavous smirk. I was busted.

"What you got there counselor?" She asked and crossed her arms on her chest. I swear that women was blessed. Even I looked at her breasts half the time. Imagine the guys.

"Nothing." I answered stupidly. Because of course a detective will believe me.

She came to my side. "Looks like a rash" She told me. "From some guy's mouth." She let out a small chuckle. She loved to make fun of me that's for sure.

"Shut up." I told her and tried to cover it with my hair.

"Who is this vampire after my friends neck huh?"

I looked over at her. "Are we in high school or something?"

"You tell me." She teased with another laugh.

I rolled my eyes. "At least I'm getting some."

She smirked. "Mature."

"I thought so." I countered with a smirk also.

"So who was it? One night stand? Boyfriend you haven't told me about?"

"No and not sure for now." I answered. I didn't know if Chester was going to be my boyfriend. I wasn't complaining but it was only the second date. Oh that's great. I slept with him on a second date.

"Who is it?" She asked. Suddenly I noticed her smile got bigger. Oh god she figured it out. "Wait…that guy that asked you out in front of Fin? The guy with the gut thing?"

I didn't say anything. That's great. I'm dating gut boy. At least I can tease him about that. Oh that would be cute. Oh my god stop! "Well"

Olivia's mouth dropped. "The scrawny guy?"

"He isn't scrawny" I defended. "He is just slim."

"Well you would know."

"You tell one of the guys this I swear I will not talk to you for a very long time." I threatened. Oh look at me getting all powerful. Oh please let this work.

"Ok, ok." She nodded. "He is cute. Weird but cute."

"He isn't weird Olivia." I defended again. "You just don't know him. He is really sweet."

"Yea, around the neck." She smiled and fixed the collar of my shirt to hide my hickey. "There you go. Just tell him to relax around the neck. Be safe also."

"Thank you mom." I teased.

Olivia rolled her eyes and left the bathroom. I grinned being glad she approved. Or I think she just approved. Whatever.

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Olivia's POV

I walked back to the squad room from the bathroom and smiled a little seeing Lake in the hall. He looked confused why I was looking at him but I said nothing and went to my desk.

I sat there for a couple minutes when I heard the doors open. I looked up and spotted a tall man standing there. He was very handsome and had on faded jeans, a gray hoodie with a leather jacket over it. "Can I help you?"

He looked over at me. I have seen those green eyes before. I knew this man. "Yea." He nodded. "I'm looking for my nephew. Little scrawny guy with baggy clothes. He talks a lot."

I smirked a little "Derrick Donnelly?"

"Yes." He nodded and walked over to me. "Were you the one that called?"

I got off my chair. "Yeah. Olivia Benson." I put my hand out.

He softly took it. "Olivia Benson?" I nodded. He kept looking at me suspiciously. I pulled my hand away from him.

"I'll show you where Derrick is." I told him. This guy was freaking me out. I started to go toward the interrogation room.

"Via?"

I stopped and didn't move. No one called me that except one person. The man I almost married. I turned around to look at him. I swear my heart skipped a beat looking at him. We were engaged until my mother ruined it all.

"Ed Donnelly?" He held out his arms. "Don't remember me? You called me Eddie"

I slowly nodded. I loved to switch up forms of his name. Edward was when we got in fights. Eddie when we fooled around or were having fun. Ed was when we just talked. Then we had a bunch of nicknames for each other. "Didn't recognize you at first."

He nodded a little. "You're a cop now? Like you always wanted?"

I nodded once again. "Yeah." He knew everything about me. I spent nights just talking to him.

"How's your mom? I know I was her favorite."

"She's dead."

His smirk went away. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that rudely at all. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I nodded. "You of all people shouldn't feel sorry." I motioned for him to follow. "C'mon Derrick is waiting."

He said nothing and followed me down the hall. "You look good."

"Thanks. You too." I smiled a little at him and then we both kept quiet.