A/N: Do not own the charachters. If I did, whole nother story. This idea for a pairing I never would've thought of came from Blitz1030. I'm sure there aren't many AC stories out there, so I gladly add to the category. Thankyou again for sharing your idea!

Casey stared off into space in her office, thinking about what would happen in the next ten minutes.

Alex Cabot was coming by her office.

She was recently released from WPP because Casey had all her shooters and accessories put in jail. The officers of WPP thought no one was a danger to her anymore. She would now have a new start with her life, or resume it where she left off.

Casey knew Alex could come back and fall right into Olivia's arms again, but that's not what she wanted. Alex should've been hers in the first place, they were good together. There was instant electricity between the two the first time Alex came back from Wisconsin, more than what she had with Olivia.

She also took her chances with Olivia, which didn't work out well. Olivia was a one night stand kind of girl. Casey wasn't, on the other hand.

A knock on the door and a tall blonde stepping in with captain morgan in her hand sent Casey sitting straight up. "You're here right on the dot," Casey looked her up and down.

"As usual. I like being punctual. It gives me a sense of authority," she sat the glass bottle full of spiced rum onto Casey's desk, sitting in the chair across from it and crossing her legs. "You should try it sometime," she winked at the girl sitting on the other side of the desk.

She's already beggining to drive me crazy, Casey thought. She smiled back, Definetly, in a good way. "So. How'd you break it off with that guy in Wisconsin?"

"Easy. Told him I was into girls and that I was moving. I was gone like that from his life. He didn't care, even though he whispered my name in his sleep. Ha, he said it meant nothing. I guess he was in love until he finds out it can't be."

"That's what they usually do," she poured the captain into the glasses she sat out.

Their conversation led off into work, cold cases, searches gone wrong. Everything in the job was stressful nowadays. They continued letting whatever flow out of their mouths go as is and their crazy trains continued. "On a lighter note, my conviction rate raised to 90 percent..."

"Great! Casey..are you single?"

"Maybe, why?" Casey acted like she didn't know Alex had a thing for her. She poured another glass of rum for the both of them, almost stumbling across the two steps she took.

"No reason..." Alex looked up a little and hesitantly grabbed her glass, tapping it with her fingers.

"If we keep drinking like this, you're going to have to carry me home," Casey laughed a little although she knew it was true.

"I wouldn't mind," Alex looked up at the other ADA. She looked back with gleaming green eyes. Alex did kind of want to have Casey for herself. There was love deep down inside there, way deep down, but she hid it for the sake of sanity. "You're sure? You might actually have to! I just don't do stairs, both when I'm not drunk, and obviously not when I'm drunk. I just can't do it!" Casey laughed at herself.

Resumed normal and slightly slurred conversations came around and they talked for about two hours. "Okay..as much fun as this is, I think it's time to-to go back to MY apartment."

"I don't have an apartment anyway. I came her STRIAGHT from the air port.." Alex pulled her phone out from the small purse she had hanging off her shoulder. "I need a cab sent to the..the Manhattan DA's office...Okay, thankyou. Bye. BYE," she put her phone back into the purse and stood up, walking to Casey. She helped the younger girl stand up and walked out the doors of the office and into the cab. She told the cabbie where to go, and handed him the money he needed, and they were there in shorter time than they expected.

"Oh god," Casey stared at the giant in front of her. "STAIRS." She dreaded these moments. "Dammit," She looked over to Alex and put her arm around her shoulder, "okay let's do this." She put her game face on.

They got up the first seven steps up before she almost fell. "Woah. Bitches be trippin'," she bursted out in laughter, dragging Alex along with her.

"You're so sweet Casey. I always wondered why you could never find someone to stay with, actually," they finally stepped off the stairs to Casey's apartment's level. Casey sighed and unlocked the door.

"I think I might've found that person, Alex," she tossed her keys onto an end table by the door and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door and curling up under her thick covers.

Alex let out a slight, "Humph," and flopped onto the couch, falling asleep.

The next morning Alex woke up earlier than Casey. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a lime green sticky note from the fridge and wrote

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I'm not good with poems,

But I know...I love you.

-Alex

And stuck it to her keys, walking out the apartment door.

A/N: I hoped you liked the first chapter, thankyou for reading, please review and check back every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for new chapters.

XX,

CaseysLove