Casey "i Just Wanted To Make You Proud" Novak X Olivia "but You're Not Alex" Benson

Casey Chronicles out of context:

Casey: My life is over. Im done. Tell Judge Taft and Dani Beck I hope they burn in hell-

Olivia:...Can I ask what happened-? Alex, rubbing her forehead: You don't want to know.

Casey: MY LIFE IS OVER IS WHAT HAPPENED. I think I'm pregnant. olivia:..

Olivia: Casey. Humor me. Why?

Casey: Im late! I just cried over a dog commercial! EVERYTHING LOOKS EDIBLE-- Alex: Thats just because you're an emotional person and adorably food-motivated, Casey. AND ITS 3 DAYS NOT 3 WEEKS LATE- Casey: I CAN NOT RAISE A CHILD—I CANNOT EVEN REMEMBER TO FEED MYSELF! I NEED MY BOURBON TO SURVIVE WORKING IN THIS UNIT! Olivia: Casey you're LITERALLY A LESBIAN. You PHYSICALLY CANNOT HAVE A SCARE.

Casey:...Oh- right.

Casey: False alarm guys! We're good.

Alex, deadpan: Unfortunately this is who im in love with. This has to be a form of insanity- I deserve financial compensation. Casey: You're the father. Alex, on the verge of homicidal ideation: Oh. MY GOD-

I would let Olivia Benson run me over with her car, spit on me and then arrest me for false charges

The Squad playing ‘pass the phone’

Casey: I’m passing the phone to someone who dated a walking red flag with a receding hairline line on and off since season 1.

Olivia:…OKAY CAS—

Olivia: I’m passing the phone to someone who has IAB fighting for their lives.

Eliot:…I’m not that bad! That’s an exaggeration- anyway, I’m passing the phone to someone who KEEPS DISAPPEARING FOR SOME STRANGE ASS REASON-

Alex: I HAD A REASON! MOST OF THE TIME- Anyway, I’m passing the phone to the bodyguard of the squad, love you fin!

Fin: I’ll take that, anyways I’m passing the phone to the bony ass that refuses to retire-

Munch:…First of all-

Munch: what ever, You know back in the day in the—

(John say the line!!)

Munch: fine! I’m passing the phone to someone whose hair has been left at an AA meeting for the past 30 years-

Cragen: Okay so fuck you-

Cragen: I’m passing the phone to the man who started the sassy man apocalypse-

Rafael: And I stand on business- I’m passing the phone to the person who’s family genuinely needs psychiatric intervention-

Amanda:…OKAY-

Amanda: I’m passing the phone to someone who we can all agree makes the meanest pasta-

Sonny: Period- anyways, I’m passing the phone to someone who almost went gray dealing with Casey Novak trying to charge the military with murder-

Branch: She’s gonna kill me one day- I’m passing the phone to someone who is in desperate need of a vacation-

Olivia: me again- okay, I’m passing the phone to someone who we all randomly hated for months until we randomly stopped, kinda- one day-

(Then I accidentally fell inlove with her)

Casey: I’m still telling my therapist about that- anyways, I’m passing the phone BACK TO THE WOMAN WHO CANT GET OVER ELLIOT-

Olivia: AND IM PASSING THE PHONE TO SOMEONE WHOS HAD MORE HAIR COLORS THAN I CAN COUNT-

Casey: IM PASSING THE PHONE TO SOMEONE WHO CANT KEEP A HAIR STYLE FOR ONE SEASON-

Olivia: IM PASSING THE PHONE TO SOMEONE WHO IS IN SO MUCH DENAIL IT SETS OFF EVERY GAYDAR IN THE AREA-

Casey: HEY THA—

Olivia: I’m passing the phone to someone who defends and is STILL NOT OVER HER EX -

Casey: THATS DIABOLICAL.

The sibling dynamic with these two- They are chaos twins, whenever they are together shit breaks loose-

Like that one time Liz had to save them from getting sued-

The conversation after that must have been the equivalent of a mother lecturing her unruly kids:

Liz: first the banter- then contempt, yes Elliot I still remember that- now this-?

Casey: in my defense the contempt was Elliot’s fault! He mouthed off Taft to save his ego-

Elliot, whispering to Casey: I thought you said you were over it!

Casey, whispering back: after you tried to talk me out of throwing Taft of the bench? No way! I’m holding your ass on that forever-

Elliot: Casey how is that fair-?! That’s just you being stubborn!

Casey: your one to talk!

Liz, dumbfounded, to branch: did they hear nothing I just said-

Branch: Hey! You two, batting cages- swing until you get your lives together-

Branch, to Liz,: these kids-

Liz: your telling me-

Casey, grabbing her bat,: your ass is mine, stabler-

Elliot: keep dreaming, Novak-

INEEDHER INEEDHER INEEDHER I NEED HER INEEDHERSOBAD

when i'm watching svu and they're mean to casey novak

Day 2!

Casey x Elliot

(This is platonic, these two are besties)

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*this takes place after Casey made her comeback after her Brady violation, that episode^^

Casey, hitting the ball so hard the damn thing almost broke: I can’t believe that happened…

Elliot, catching, and pitching back: I know, but you did everything you could, Cass, don’t beat yourself up about it.

Casey: I know..It’s just..It’s nothing.

Elliot: If it’s bothering you, it’s not nothing, Cass. Put the bat down let’s talk, I got you.

Casey, tossing the bat onto the field, sitting down against the fence with Elliot:…Alright alright.

—

Elliot threw away the bat, and turned to Casey. “so what’s beating you up? Because I know you when you loose…Your upset but your never..dull.” He said, uncharacteristically gentle. He would never dare admit it out loud, but he cared about Casey. A lot. He only grew up with brothers, so Casey was the only thing he had close enough to an annoying little sister. Casey fussed with the ball, fingers running along it. “…I just don’t think I have it anymore, Elliot…The defense attorney was right, my reputation took the worlds biggest nose dive, my first case back was a disaster, I lost my touch, and my confidence…” she sighed, waving her hand in the air. He had never seen Casey so bummed out before, usually she was a sassy, sarcastic, ball of confidence. That sent his worry through the stratosphere.

“Cassandra Novak I’m not gonna listen to you trash talk yourself like that. The only person we drag is munch. Listen.”

Casey’s attention was grabbed at her full name comming out of Elliot’s mouth. No one called her Cassandra, not even herself. Casey was much more fitting, Cassandra just…wasn’t her. But that certainly didn’t stop her old school catholic mother from using it, deeming the name ‘Casey’ to boyish, that she was a lady and needed to behave as such.

No error, no anger, no mess, and no rough edges.

Elliot knew that side all too well.

And weirdly enough, Cassandra sounded right coming from him. Maybe it was what he was gonna say next.

“Casey. You’re a great prosecutor period. Your success rate is almost 30% higher then the standard, you graduated from Harvard law, you worked sex crimes straight out of white collar and saved a little girl on your first day. You.are.phenomenal. And I won’t hear you belittle yourself over a liar, a mistake, an attorney, and a god forsaken case.” Elliot was sure he hadn’t spoken so passionately in months, but for Casey he was willing to break that trend.

“…”

“…”

“you son of a bitch if you make me cry in this field I’ll have your ass a swear-“

Elliot laughed, there she was. He wrapped a brotherly arm around her shoulders, “Crybaby. A very talented crybaby.” He teased, messing up her hair, laughing when she swatted it away.

“It won’t last forever, Casey. It’s just a slump, you’ll be back..and I’ll be waiting for you, promise..I care about you, as long as I’m here you’re not alone in this confidence slump.” His eyes never leaving hers, he meant it. There want a single shred of insecurity in his promise.

And Casey could tell.

“…Thank you, Elliot..Seriously..I needed that..” She said. The two held each other accountable, she talked him down with softball before he went insane over a case, and he was always there to pull her out of a slump or be her partner in crime whenever making a questionable decision that would get them in trouble with Cragen.

“…”

“your hair looks ridiculous-“ Elliot laughed, even if he was the one who messed it up, he always took the opportunity to mess with her.

“says the one who bearly has any! Your hairline is running away from you as we speak!” She shot right back, before they broke out into hysterical laughter.

“is not! You’re the ginger!” Elliot managed, smoothing over his hair while Casey fixed hers, “You—“ she tried, but only more giggles fell out.

“We look like lunatics-“

“Don’t we always?”

“…Fair point, councilor-“ Elliot chuckled, tossing the soft ball bats back in the trunk, before turning to Casey after a bout of comfortable silence.

“Novak?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

A genuine smile graced Casey’s face, probably the most genuine one all day.

“I love you too, stabler.”

…

“..You’re still a ginger though.”

“Oh for fucks sake-“