You find the most interesting things when you look through your documents on your computer...

Abigail Borin looked down at her phone and back up on the building. This was it. New York's Special Victims Unit worked in this building. Sighing she walked through the doors, the security and up the stairs. There, in the bullpen, were a couple of detectives seated. They all looked up as she came in.

"Counselor", a quite sour-looking man said and rose to his feet. "About that warrant…"

"What?" Abigail interrupted. "Warrant? I'm here to talk to a…" she looked at her phone in search of the name "… Donald Cragen… about a CGIS case."

Four pairs of eyes looked at her in total confusion.

"What are you talking about, Novak?" one of the guys – a black man with his hair in a braid – asked.

"Novak?" Abigail said, finally understanding. "Oh, so Casey works this unit? I'm not Casey Novak, I'm Abigail Borin, her sister."

A simultaneous look of understanding appeared on the four faces.

"Casey never mentioned she has a sister", the female detective said and rose to introduce herself. "I'm Olivia Benson."

"Casey doesn't mix personal business with work", Abigail rolled her eyes and shook Olivia's hand.

"Where did you say you work?" the first man asked.

"CGIS", Abigail answered. "I'm a Special Agent of the Coastguard in DC."

"So why are you here?"

"I'm supposed to discuss a case with Cragen", Abigail said with raised eyebrows.

"That involves Special Victims in New York and the Coastguard in DC?" the man continued.

"Exactly", Abigail said. "So will you please tell me where I can find him?"

"In there", a tall, skinny man pointed at a door.

"Thank you."

Abigail walked over to it and knocked.

"I look forward to working with you", Cragen said as he opened his office door to let Abigail out.

"Same here", Abigail smiled and shook his hand.

She turned to the bullpen from which the four detectives hadn't moved. They were standing around a clear board full of pictures and notes. They were discussing widely just as a very familiar redhead walked through the doors.

"No need to say anything, Elliot", the woman said. "I have your warrant."

"Great", the sour man – Elliot – said and took it.

"Let's give them another half an hour before we go in", the tall thin man said as he looked at his watch. "Just to be sure they're really there."

Olivia nodded in agreement.

"Well, if you don't need anything else, I'll be leaving", the redhead said. "Keep me in the loop."

"Casey!" Abigail shouted before she had a chance to leave.

Casey turned around and grinned.

"Abby! What are you doing here?"

Abigail crossed the floor and pulled her sister into a hug.

"Discussing a case with Cragen. Short-notice. I left a message on your phone, hoping we could grab lunch or something?"

"Yeah sure", Casey said. "If you're done here we can go now."

"Yes, we're done. Let me just run to the bathroom before we leave."

"Of course", Casey pointed down the corridor. "It's over there."

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute", Abigail disappeared.

Casey smiled but stopped when she turned around to find four detectives looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"What?" she asked.

"You didn't mention you have a sister in DC", Olivia said.

"And by the looks of it, a twin nonetheless", Elliot added.

"So? I don't know a thing about you", Casey pointed out.

No one seemed to care about that fact.

"Who's the oldest?" Munch asked.

"None of your business!"

"So she?" Elliot smirked.

Casey rolled her eyes but grinned slightly.

"Yes, she's the oldest. By like three minutes."

"Still, three minutes…"

"Three minutes of what?" Abigail had returned.

"Nothing", Casey said. "Let's go."

"Right", Abigail agreed. "Nice meeting you guys!"

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