Timeline Missing scene from "Night", SVU 6x20
Pairing hints of Casey/Olivia (nothing graphic, it's safe to read! lol)
Disclaimer They are not mine, they belong to Dick Wolf, NBC, and the fabulous actress Diane Neal and Mariska Hargitay. I'm just having some harmless fun.
NB Story not beta-readed, all grammar mistakes are mine.

Prologue

Icy ground, blond hair, blood, clear foggy eyes.

Not again.
Honest I can't take it, I can't take to loose another one.
I can almost feel my heart stop when looking at her, she seems so fragile, like she's going to vanish into thin air any second. But she can't, she can leave me here, not now, not now that I finally made up my mind.
Not now that I let her close.
I couldn't take the hurt.
Not again.

Chapter 1

Casey Novak's office – 9:15 pm

As I spotted her, the plastic cups fell to the ground, spreading coffee all over the floor. I heard the fall, I smelled their aroma but above all, I heard my strangled yell, I smelled blood.

Casey was lying on the ground on her back, blood running from her mouth. I didn't see her chest rising, I knew I had to do something, reach her, and make sure she was alive, but I was frozen in place. My mind couldn't kick my body to function.

I don't know how long I stood there until her moans took me out of it.

Reaching her in two short strides, I fell on my knees by her side, grabbing her wrist I searched eagerly for a pulse, relieved to find one. It was low but still there.
Not releasing Casey's hand, I fished into my pocket for my cell phone; and cursed when it beeped, signalling a low battery
- "Come on! Don't this to me!" I yelled.

Hopefully I'd call 911 and Elliott before the phone went off. I tossed it to the ground, scanning Casey's body for major injuries.
Thank God, seems like no knife or gunshot injuries. But I knew from experience that there could be more than what met the eyes, and she'd well be on her way to a lethal coma.

Waiting for the paramedics felt like hours. But from the clock on Casey's wall, I knew they arrive only 17 minutes after my call, which is quite a record knowing the traffic of the city at this hour. Standing, I released Casey's hand reluctantly but I didn't want to hinder their work. I faced way too many hysterical siblings on a daily basis to stand in their way.

There was trails of blood on her desk and from her posture, they didn't take any chance and strapped her on a gurney with a cervical collar. They clearly feared for head trauma, and broken skull was still a risk before she went into further tests.

I crossed my fingers that it wouldn't be the case, I couldn't imagine my fiery Casey living the rest of her life like a vegetable, connected to machines to make her breath, eat, everything.

I wouldn't be able to stand it.

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