Now Wait A Damn Minute Why Does That Sound So Ambiguous Was She Agreeing To (late Victim) James On How

just grab each others hands ffs

Okay well now I just have to see this-

how do we feel abt pwp omegaverse calex should i do it

Casey "i just wanted to make you proud" Novak x Olivia "but you're not Alex" Benson

do you guys think casey is aware she’s very attractive and have men and women drooling over her? like does she know this and does she take it to her advantage? i feel like she does though. like her daily mantra when she does her makeup and hair would be “im fucking gorgeous and everyone is obsessed with me. they’ll do anything i say. the world is my bitch” and she just knows as long as she has her face card she can make (some) things work in her favor.

I feel for the IAB officer that had to look at the absolutely diabolical shit Elliot stabler did- love him but OH. MY. GOD.

That officer just wants to see his family- BUT HE CANT BECAUSE ELLIOT THREW A SUSPECT (probably not even the actual perpetrators) OUT A WINDOW OR INTO A WALL- OR DROVE THEM INTO A PSYCHOTIC BREAK-

I can just imagine Cragen pulling his nonexistent hair out every time it happens-

Cragen:…Novak you do it-

Novak: why me-?! He’s your detective! I just got here! I walked in here 30 minutes ago and I’m already positive I need to watch my back now! Something about Alex Cabot- cabenson- somth-

Cragen, absolutely done with his unruly children : ELLIOT GET YOUR ASS IN MY OFFICE-

As I’m rewatching this show, I just can’t help but wonder how much guilt Fin has to be carrying. Like 

Luis took a bullet meant for him, Munch took a bullet for him, Amanda took a sniper bullet for him and Kat literally got shot right in front of him

Pretty much all his damn partners (that we know of anyway) have taken a bullet/gotten shot for him (and I know Kat wasn’t actually his partner because he was a Sergeant by that point - but he was her boss and probably lightly blamed himself). And then Amanda gets shot again and almost dies and he gives her that bullet keychain.

But I swear, this show has never once touched on the lasting effects that has to have on Fin. I know he’s not that type to talk about his feelings or whatever; but is the man okay???

alex has such a reputation for being icy and unmoving but her eyes are so expressive like just because shes not crying doesnt mean shes not falling apart

Day 2!

Casey x Elliot

(This is platonic, these two are besties)

——-

*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-“