MJ

Your relationship with Emily had always been complicated. Ever since boarding school, you had been at odds with each other. You didn't want things to be that way, it was just how they ended up. The circumstances had changed, as had the ways your animosity showed, but it all there nonetheless. At this point, neither you nor Emily had any idea who was pushing things forward in such a manner anymore.

Emily hadn't gone into politics like you, but she was still somewhat involved. Unit Chief was a pretty big deal, especially with a unit like the BAU. They were high profile, the kind of agents that your parents would have never let you mingle around had they been alive. However, you had already known Emily, and your parents were long gone.

"Cigarettes, really Emily?" you teased. Emily scoffed as you plucked it from her lips and stole a drag. It was reminiscent of the first time that you had kissed each other. Emily would swear up and done that she made the first move, but you distinctly remember her freezing until your lips touched hers.

"Can't be any worse for my health than you are," Emily shot back. This time, it was your turn to scoff. Of all the things in the world, you'd probably be the last thing to do her in. "What are you doing out here? There are donors inside."

"Well, I can't stand them. Frank can charm them, they love him. Especially the ones with young interns." Emily's face fell at the confirmation of the rumors that had been swirling around DC. You and your husband had become a power couple to the people. He was one of the youngest senators elected for his state, and you made waves as a lawyer before becoming an integral part of a presidential cabinet. Now, you were working as an ambassador between several parties and the government.

"How long has it been?" Emily asked you. The question could have been for a hundred different things, but you knew what she wanted to know. Emily's presence always seemed to be most prevalent whenever you and Frank became estranged. He only seemed to want you around election years, not that you cared that much anymore. It stung at first, but you had learned to live two separate lives with ease.

"A year and a half. We keep good appearances, but it's been easier with me in Korea for the past six months. He tried his luck last time, so I've been back in my penthouse since my flight in," you told her. "This whole mess has become so much easier since Xavier and Alex went off to college."

"Why not just get a divorce?" Emily asked you. It had been too long. The world looked to you for all sorts of things, and you had become one of America's darlings as the picture perfect wife. You balanced an astonishing career with a beautiful marriage and family. You were the proof that a woman could truly have it all, and you wouldn't give that up for any bit of real happiness. It meant too much for certain people for you to even consider it.

"Because of the fan mail. Fuck, I'd do another goddamn reality TV show again if I wasn't so worried about it messing with the kids. Alex is finally in a good place again, and shoving a camera in her face would undo it all. We're a perfect family portrait, and somehow, it's inspiring some 38 year old woman in Minnesota to start paving her own way. I don't stay with Frank for my health or because I like him, I stay because it fits the narrative," you told Emily.

She could see that you were seething. Emily passed you the rest of her cigarette, not even complaining as you rapidly inhaled it. There was always something you were chasing after. Emily had hated that about you whenever she was younger, but it was sort of inspiring now. You would have achieved her highs in half the time it took her, but Emily knew that you wouldn't have made it this long. Both of you had your fair share of secrets and vices, but yours had always come with bigger consequences.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Emily asked you.

"Let me grab my coat," you told her. Emily called a car around, and you managed to make it back right as the car pulled up.

"Rita, this is stupid. I don't see why this is the year we have to go," you whined, unable to stomp your feet. You had technically been a member of the NYPD for 15 years, and you had not once attended the Policeman's Ball once. Most of the time you had the excuse of being undercover as one of the force's best UC cops.

You had worked with countless units going under, but now you were someone with a fancy title which meant that you had to make appearances. Tucker had been very clear with you about that one, which had led to quite the argument. He had always kind of been a dick to you, but you had always just taken it as frustration for your complete lack of interest in him. Years later, and both of you realized the reason why whenever Rita Calhoun walked into your lives.

"I think it comes with the new job. If it's like a tax for your safety, then it's more than worth it." You hated how reasonable Rita was being about this. However, you knew that she liked going out like this. She liked any excuse to get dressed up, unlike you. You hated the tailors and the fittings and all of the excessiveness that came along with it. If you could, you'd stay holed up in your office all night double checking paperwork instead of going. "Don't be so dramatic, think of it as a way to flaunt your very hot wife around your coworkers."

"You mean show Tucker what he fucked up?" you teased. Rita shamelessly nodded as she signed off on purchasing her dress. You were still being fitted for your suit. Rita wanted you to look perfect, so she was getting your uniform tailored to fit you better. It was quite the process, but your body hadn't changed enough to warrant going up or down any actual sizes yet.

"Oh that is just perfect!" Rita exclaimed as she looked up to see the finishing touches on your uniform.

...

If the fitting had been annoying, the ball itself felt more like hell. You had been through a full day of work, just to get dressed up the minute you got home to leave again. All of the other captains were sitting together in groups like they had known each other for years. Outside of a cover, you had never meshed well with others. Especially not in groups like that, so you avoided that table like your life depended on it.

Rita had been running late, so you were stuck by yourself for about an hour. Unsurprisingly, she absolutely stole the show with her arrival. A good amount of cops looked at her with a look of hatred, something that just kind of came along with her job. Rita still had some friends in other lawyers and judges who had purchased tickets to the ball, but she went straight for you instead.

"If it wasn't for that uniform, I'd think you were one of the first year detectives from the way you're just standing here," Rita teased. You remembered your first policeman's ball, which you had been dragged to with Liv right after her transfer to SVU. The two of you had gone together, despite not yet having attempted your first relationship together.

"I'm pretty sure that I spent that ball pretending to be a prostitute and staking out a drug den. I didn't actually make it here until my fifth year," you told Rita. She chuckled a little, having heard all about that operation. She had still been with the DA's office back then and nearly been roped into prosecuting that case before the really big names were brought in for it.

"Well, you're making up for it now. Have I ever told you how good I think you look Captain?" Rita asked you. She definitely had several times, but you could always stand to hear it a few more times. You pressed a kiss to her cheek as she waved the bartender over for a drink. You had already finished the three that you'd allow yourself for the night, but Rita was just getting started.

There were a lot of eyes on the two of you. People had heard about your past, so you weren't surprised. It wasn't like people were just coming up to you, most of them seemed pretty nervous to meet you. Sometimes you forgot about how big some of the busts you had made were. It had been enough to get you promoted to Captain whenever Rita brought up that you needed to make some sort of change. She wanted another 30 years with you at the very least, and your job had been making that seem impossible.

"Your unit seems to be behaving well," Rita mused. The later that the night went on, the worse most cops seemed to get. They'd drink the free bar dry before moving on to one of the other bars in the city. You knew there would be hundreds of hungover cops the next day, but your unit wouldn't be one of them. You had a good group, ones who had spent enough time undercover in bad areas to understand that certain things really were necessary for survival. You didn't let your guys get desensitized like everybody else did because you knew how dangerous an out of touch cop could be.

You walked with a purpose through the DA's office. A late night here and there was one thing, but it had been at least a week since Casey had been home before 2 AM. She was going to work herself to death, and more importantly, you missed her. You missed your girlfriend and planned on making sure that you didn't go to bed alone tonight.

"Casey!" Your voice was big and authoritative, but you shrunk back a bit as soon as you saw her. The last time you had seen Casey was when she was running out of your bedroom for work. You had tried to sleep in since you were closing the bar, so you had just barely caught a glimpse of her.

"Uh oh, you look mad. D-did I forget something? I thought I told you that I was working late again tonight," Casey said. She placed some papers inside of the legal book on her desk before she shut it. You glanced down at your watch, the same one Casey had bought for you a couple months earlier when you were promoted at work. That had felt like the end of the world when your bosses told you that your promotion came with a schedule change. You thought that you'd never see Casey again, but she was getting home later than you these days.

"Casey, they let me off early tonight. A late night at the office was never this bad. If you were anyone else, I'd think you were cheating on me." Casey's face fell at the mention of cheating. She quickly stood up and walked past you to shut the door of her office. "Casey, I'm not accusing you, and I don't want to fight. I just, I made sure to leave early because I wanted to spend time with you. I'm sick of going to bed alone."

"I'm sorry. Time got away from me, and um, honestly? I forgot you were getting out early tonight. There's a bit more work I want to do, but you can come sit with me if you'd like," Casey offered. She placed her hand on the small of your back, helping to lead you over to her desk. You knew it would be a bit cramped, but you still sat on Casey's lap as she flipped open the law book again. "Don't look at the file, this is a pretty rough case. Look at me instead, I hear that I make a pretty good view."

You smiled at Casey's little joke. You did like looking at Casey, even if you preferred to watch her stretch in the mornings. There was something about watching her like that which made your stomach drop. You were used to seeing Casey dressed up when she went out for work, but you always found her most attractive when she'd go out for a day at the batting cages or her softball games.

"Is this okay?" Casey asked as she placed her hand on the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitched a little as her fingers curled, brushing dangerously close to your core. Casey's hand paused, silently daring you to let her continue. You knew Casey wouldn't move until you gave her the okay, she'd wait forever if you wanted her to. "Did you hear me?"

"Casey, it's not nice to tease. This isn't what I came here for, I want you to go home," you told her. Casey pouted at you, and all you could think about was kissing that pout off of her face. "This isn't going to get us home faster."

"I know it's not, but I can't help it. You're so pretty in my lap that I don't think I can focus unless I'm touching you. Please, I want to touch you," Casey begged. You spread your legs open a little more, pushing your hips against Casey's hand as you made yourself more comfortable. "Thank you."

You hummed as Casey buried her face into the side of your neck. She knew exactly how to wind you up. You could feel her breath tickling against your skin as it raised goosebumps. Casey kept steady pressure as she rubbed against your core. Her other hand slid up your shirt and underneath your bra.

"Casey," you warned as you felt her begin to tease you. Casey mumbled an apology as her hand drifted from your breast down to between your legs. Her work was long forgotten as her hand pushed past your waistband. "We won't get caught, will we?"

"Cleaning crew likes to be out of here by 11:30, it's past midnight now babe. You could be as loud as you want," Casey said. She wanted you to be loud. She always wanted to hear you absolutely scream her name. There was a time and place for that, but you didn't feel like this was it quite yet. You hadn't passed anyone on your way to Casey's office, but that didn't mean nobody was there.

"Only in your dreams Case," you laughed. Casey laughed sarcastically along with you, only stopping when you pushed against her fingers. You let out a small moan, just loud enough for Casey to hear. The noise spurred her on, and Casey slipped two fingers inside of you. "Fuck Casey."

"Be patient, we're getting there," Casey told you. She wanted to tease you more, but Casey could feel how wet and ready you were. Your cunt was practically trying to suck her fingers inside of itself. Casey turned her attention completely towards you, leaning over your shoulder to watch as your cunt hungrily took in her fingers. "Jesus Christ, you're so fucking hot."

"Casey," you whined. Your cheeks were burning from her praise. Even when she had your legs spread like this while you were on her lap riding her fingers, Casey knew how to fluster you. You could feel the curve of her smile as she pressed her mouth against your shoulder. There were no soothing kisses, not yet anyway. She was fucking you with the intention of ruining you, and Casey was not someone who lacked the determination to do so.

"I'm gonna take you everywhere in this office," Casey whispered into your ear. You were too far gone to respond with anything more than a gasp. Casey held your body against hers as her fingers slipped out of you to rub your clit. She was being a bit rough, but you were soaked enough that you craved the pressure. That was how you came, soaking Casey's lap below you with her fingers frantically rubbing circles over your clit.

You could have basked in the soft morning light forever. Casey could have laid there watching you all day too, but like always, her slice of heaven in the morning came to an end. She'd have a chance to see you later, the two of you were going to be in court all day, but it wouldn't be the same. You'd be halfway through your day in court, and Casey knew how tough this case was for you.

She knew that you were fighting pretty hard against the prosecution. Word around the DA's office was that you were claiming complete innocence for your client. The evidence against her was circumstantial and shaky at best, but this was a crime that everybody wanted pinned on someone just for the case to be closed.

"I'm gonna have to go soon," Casey told you. She was frowning, a slight pout to her lips that you had grown accustomed to seeing when she left for the day. It was rare that Casey ever let it slip in public, only once or twice in court whenever both you and Rita went up against her for a White Collar case.

That case had been a pretty big one, and Casey had lost it badly. Nobody was prepared for the trouble that both Calhoun sisters could rain down upon the prosecution. Rita had just come off a stint at the DA's office as a junior ADA for homicide, and you were fresh from law school. It was supposed to be something small and simple, but by the end of the trial, your face was plastered on several newspapers and magazines. Without that trial, you never would have had the funds to move away from your old firm to start a new one.

"Technically, you should have been out of bed an hour ago," you told Casey. She had a tendency to drag her feet a little whenever it came to leaving. You didn't blame her, and there was a reason that you kept so many alarms in the morning. You could rise with the sun, but Casey was another story. She wanted to lay in bed all day, claiming that to be a side effect of her censure, despite that having been nearly a decade ago now.

"Hey, I've never been late," Casey pointed out. She didn't acknowledge all you did to get her out the door, but you knew how appreciative Casey was. You were a busy woman, and yet, you still found time to help her get ready for her day every single morning. Casey was beyond grateful for you in that way, especially as she found herself settling into Rita's firm. "One kiss before I get ready?"

"One kiss, and you had better make sure that dinner is ready when Rita and I get here. She's handling some stuff with Captain Benson, so you know that she'll be in a mood when we get back," you warned. Casey knew better than you did how Captain Benson could be. You respected the woman, but according to Rita, she was a pain in the ass at times. You understood that Benson's job was to make your sister's job harder, but Rita took it the same way she did when Barba annoyed her. There were some underlying feelings there, but Rita had never been one to admit when she had a crush.

"Thank you," Casey mumbled as she leaned in. You didn't let her push too much for a deeper kiss, but you weren't going to be satisfied with just a quick peck. Casey's lips were too soft for that, but you had to keep focused. You set Casey's little meal prepped breakfast out for her with a hot cup of coffee next to it. You weren't due in court for an hour or so after Casey was, so you had time to relax a little.

Casey moved through the apartment like The Flash as she tried to make it out on time. You moved at a much slower pace until you noticed one of Casey's files sitting on the table. It was definitely for her trial, but you knew that Casey would have it memorized. Still, you rushed to get ready and hoped that you would be able to catch Casey on a recess to bring the file to her.

You thanked your lucky stars when you found Casey standing outside with Rita. The two of them were discussing something, most likely their separate cases. Rita had her back turned towards you, but she could tell from the way Casey's face lit up that you had arrived. Rita began to turn to face you, but Casey stepped in front of her to greet you with a kiss.

"Good morning gorgeous," Casey complimented you. Your cheeks flushed a bit at the praise, and Casey found her mind wandering to all the different ways she could get you blushing in private. "You're here early, definitely still a teacher's pet."

"That never stopped, trust me. We're all lucky that she never worked under Donnelly," Rita teased. You rolled your eyes as you let yourself be tucked underneath Casey's arm. "God, Elizabeth would have chewed you up and spit you out worse than she did with Novak."

"Hey!" Casey exclaimed. You watched her swat at Rita's arm, wrinkling her jacket just a bit. "What are you doing here so early? I figured that you would have made yourself a cup of iced coffee and been out on the balcony still."

"Well, I was planning on doing that, but I noticed this file on the table. I know you were sprinting to make it here on time, so I figured that I'd drop it off in case you needed it," you told her. Casey's face softened at your words, like she couldn't believe how sweet you were. You supposed that to an extent, it was hard for her to believe. The two of you had not gotten along during your college years. It wasn't until you and Casey had been sleeping together for years that Casey finally let herself fall for you. You had grown out of your "queen bitch" shtick by then, already a force to be reckoned with in the courtroom.

"Thank you. I'll make it up to you, I swear," Casey promised. You believed her. Casey had yet to break a promise to you, which was fairly impressive. Casey went in to give you another kiss, but it was interrupted by Rita loudly clearing her throat.

"You could at least wait until I'm back inside," Rita teased. You flipped her off as she left. Casey gave you a couple of quick kisses and handed over her card for you to get lunch. You thought the idea was sweet, the fact that Casey wanted to take care of you even when she wouldn't see you for the rest of the day.

The thought of seeing Casey again got you through the day. The jury had all but decided that your client was guilty. The prosecution was lazy with their work, but it didn't matter. Everybody wanted a villain, and it seemed that you were tasked with trying to take the blame off of your client. In the end, you were disappointed, but not surprised by the verdict of guilty after less than 10 minutes of deliberation by the jury.

Rita could see the loss in your shoulders as the two of you rode back to your apartment. You could hear Casey's music playing through the door as you entered the apartment. Everything was a little messier than it had been when you left it, but you trusted that Casey would clean up after herself. You knew that she just wanted out of her suit as quickly as she could.

"God, it smells delicious in here. How did you end up with the perfectly kept woman?" Rita asked as she fell back onto your couch. Sometimes you wondered how you had gotten so lucky with Casey. You and Rita had both lived very similar lives, but while she had kept fooling around with Rafael, you had found Casey. One was just a bit more willing for something serious than the other, although you knew that your sister's attitude had a lot to do with it. Barba was a good guy, but he wasn't the type to push back against Rita like Casey had with you.

"You know, he's been single all this time. All you have to do is talk to him, both of you know what to say already. Although, I'm sure whatever you and the SVU Captain have going on might throw a wrench in that," you said. Rita huffed and threw a shoe at you, hitting your leg with the heel. "We'll talk in a minute. I'm going to change and check on our chef."

"Don't fool around by my food!" Rita called out as you walked off. You changed into a pair of Casey's sweatpants and one of your tank tops that you knew was a bit tight. Just like you suspected, Casey's eyes were glued to the cleavage you had on display, even as her hands settled on the little patch of skin showing by your hips.

"I heard about your trial, and I'm sorry. You should try for a retrial," Casey said. She kept her hands on you as she glanced past you to check on the pot of sauce cooking. It was all supposed to be done soon, you could smell that it was almost ready. "Hey, um, I got you something. It's on the dining room table."

"Flowers?" you asked as you glanced at the table. You doubted Casey had gone out and purchased a new dining set that looked like the set from her apartment, so it had to be the flowers. Casey nodded sheepishly as you broke away to look at them. "They're beautiful Casey, thank you."