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Hey here is the next Chapter, the humourous confrontation between Casey and Alex. My story needed some more humour so I hope this chapter can lighten people's spirits...and my own. :) Read Enjoy Review!
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Alex strutted down the hall to Casey’s office. She had received a message to meet her there to discuss a case. Usually she would have been pissed off at the assumed authoritive tone in the message, but two things stopped this.
For one she was too thrilled at the idea of taking on her first case since her return, and also at the prospect of teasing her new colleague mercilessly. Normally, her professionalism would prevent this…but this was Serena’s girlfriend, and her old replacement. That was too good to pass up.
She arrived right on time. Knocking she heard a muffled “come in.” Stepping in, Alex’s grin reached Cheshire cat proportions. This was too easy. Casey was fumbling around her desk, appearing to be looking for some papers, while it was apparent that she was just trying to avoid making eye contact with the blonde.
“Casey?” Her tone was fairly neutral, with only a hint of sing-song teasing. Casey plopped down in her chair and looked up. A scowl appeared as she saw Alex smiling face,
“Shouldn’t this be awkward for you too? I replaced you, and I heard you discussing a spat you had with your girlfriend.” If possible this just made Alex’s grin grow,
“Cabots aren’t easily unnerved.” Casey’s eyes narrowed, apparently that wasn’t going to be sufficient.
“I was not the one being outed. Nor was I the one overheard discussing who gets to use the cuffs.” The last part was said mid chuckle as Casey began to turn red.
“You weren’t the first in the precinct to find out.” Alex cocked an eyebrow, admittedly she was surprised. To her pleasure Casey became even more flushed,
“Munch asked me out. I politely refused, but Serena wasn’t happy with that.”
Munch was sitting at his desk after hours. Everyone else had gone home, but he wasn’t looking forward to leaving. What did he have to go home to? His “X-Files” DVDs and blow-up doll? The clanking of heels interrupted him from his self pity party.
A blonde blew into the squad room with a determined and quite frightening look on her face.
“Serena?” This wasn’t her precinct. He only knew the woman from a few mutual friends on the force. Briscoe had mentioned the flaming liberal a few times; he said she had spunk. Munch thought fire was a better description judging by the look on her face.
“You asked out Casey.” Munch nodded his head slowly. Serena was standing above his chair. Munch had the sudden feeling he had been caught with his hand in the ADA cookie jar, but was unsure as to why. All he could do was nod. The great Detective John Munch had been struck silent. Serena’s hair was licking the base of her collar like flames.
“She’s mine.” Munch’s jaw fell so far he would later dedicate a conspiracy to the event. Serena and Casey. Munch fought the urge to think about it. Two fiery blonde ADA’s…he was a man after all. Serena had said something else, but though his hormone induced haze he was completely missed it. He could guess.
“Understood.” Serena nodded victoriously. Four wives had gifted him some insight onto the women species. Serena gave him a half smile and turned to walk out of the room. Munch finally regained full use of his voice,
“Hey Serena?” She turned to look at him questionably.
“Can I watch?” The classic Munch shit-eating grin firmly in place. Serena to his surprise winked and called out something over her shoulder.
“Maybe if you bring the cuffs.” Munch shook his head and grabbed his coat,
“Blow up doll here I come.”
Alex was clutching helplessly at her sides as she leaned against the door for support. Casey was even laughing slightly at the tale. She remembered being horrified when Serena had come home that night and told her, but she soon made her forget her worries.
Munch to his credit, never spoke a word about the incident, but she caught him zoning off on her a few times when she was discussing a case with the rest of the squad.
“So that is how you guys got the cuffs.” Casey was now as red as the shirt Alex loved on Liv, the one that pulled the buttons relentlessly across her chest. Alex pulled herself together and took pity on the poor woman.
“Want some coffee?” Casey smiled and grabbed her briefcase. Alex assumed it contained the information about the case they would be discussing. Casey nodded vigorously at the supposed escape from teasing. Alex wasn’t quite done,
“So tell me, how is Serena in bed?” Casey didn’t blink this time,
“I’ll tell you if you tell me about Olivia.” Laughing the two women left in search of a caffeine fix. Maybe this partnership wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Alex strutted down the hall to Casey’s office. She had received a message to meet her there to discuss a case. Usually she would have been pissed off at the assumed authoritive tone in the message, but two things stopped this.
For one she was too thrilled at the idea of taking on her first case since her return, and also at the prospect of teasing her new colleague mercilessly. Normally, her professionalism would prevent this…but this was Serena’s girlfriend, and her old replacement. That was too good to pass up.
She arrived right on time. Knocking she heard a muffled “come in.” Stepping in, Alex’s grin reached Cheshire cat proportions. This was too easy. Casey was fumbling around her desk, appearing to be looking for some papers, while it was apparent that she was just trying to avoid making eye contact with the blonde.
“Casey?” Her tone was fairly neutral, with only a hint of sing-song teasing. Casey plopped down in her chair and looked up. A scowl appeared as she saw Alex smiling face,
“Shouldn’t this be awkward for you too? I replaced you, and I heard you discussing a spat you had with your girlfriend.” If possible this just made Alex’s grin grow,
“Cabots aren’t easily unnerved.” Casey’s eyes narrowed, apparently that wasn’t going to be sufficient.
“I was not the one being outed. Nor was I the one overheard discussing who gets to use the cuffs.” The last part was said mid chuckle as Casey began to turn red.
“You weren’t the first in the precinct to find out.” Alex cocked an eyebrow, admittedly she was surprised. To her pleasure Casey became even more flushed,
“Munch asked me out. I politely refused, but Serena wasn’t happy with that.”
Munch was sitting at his desk after hours. Everyone else had gone home, but he wasn’t looking forward to leaving. What did he have to go home to? His “X-Files” DVDs and blow-up doll? The clanking of heels interrupted him from his self pity party.
A blonde blew into the squad room with a determined and quite frightening look on her face.
“Serena?” This wasn’t her precinct. He only knew the woman from a few mutual friends on the force. Briscoe had mentioned the flaming liberal a few times; he said she had spunk. Munch thought fire was a better description judging by the look on her face.
“You asked out Casey.” Munch nodded his head slowly. Serena was standing above his chair. Munch had the sudden feeling he had been caught with his hand in the ADA cookie jar, but was unsure as to why. All he could do was nod. The great Detective John Munch had been struck silent. Serena’s hair was licking the base of her collar like flames.
“She’s mine.” Munch’s jaw fell so far he would later dedicate a conspiracy to the event. Serena and Casey. Munch fought the urge to think about it. Two fiery blonde ADA’s…he was a man after all. Serena had said something else, but though his hormone induced haze he was completely missed it. He could guess.
“Understood.” Serena nodded victoriously. Four wives had gifted him some insight onto the women species. Serena gave him a half smile and turned to walk out of the room. Munch finally regained full use of his voice,
“Hey Serena?” She turned to look at him questionably.
“Can I watch?” The classic Munch shit-eating grin firmly in place. Serena to his surprise winked and called out something over her shoulder.
“Maybe if you bring the cuffs.” Munch shook his head and grabbed his coat,
“Blow up doll here I come.”
Alex was clutching helplessly at her sides as she leaned against the door for support. Casey was even laughing slightly at the tale. She remembered being horrified when Serena had come home that night and told her, but she soon made her forget her worries.
Munch to his credit, never spoke a word about the incident, but she caught him zoning off on her a few times when she was discussing a case with the rest of the squad.
“So that is how you guys got the cuffs.” Casey was now as red as the shirt Alex loved on Liv, the one that pulled the buttons relentlessly across her chest. Alex pulled herself together and took pity on the poor woman.
“Want some coffee?” Casey smiled and grabbed her briefcase. Alex assumed it contained the information about the case they would be discussing. Casey nodded vigorously at the supposed escape from teasing. Alex wasn’t quite done,
“So tell me, how is Serena in bed?” Casey didn’t blink this time,
“I’ll tell you if you tell me about Olivia.” Laughing the two women left in search of a caffeine fix. Maybe this partnership wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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