Daily Reminder That Rafael Barba Stirred His Coffee With A Pen

I’m starting a random daily ship post, because why not?

Day 1: Benovak (my beloved)

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Olivia, busting into Casey’s office: CASSANDRA NOVAK-

Casey, who was burried in a pile of Chinese take out up until now: I swear to you, I have no idea how Taft felt down his stairs and broke his shins-

*dead silence*

Olivia:…I’m sorry, WHAT HAPPENED TO TAFT???

Casey: WAIT THATS NOT WHY YOUR MAD??

Olivia: No! Babe, I was a BIT MAD WHEN I FOUND OUT YOU STAINED OUR SHOWER WITH THE PURPLE SHAMPOO- WHAT DID YOU DO TO TAFT???

Casey:…Oh that I did do, the shampoo, sorry honey I’m still getting used to the blonde-

Olivia: IS HE ALIVE-?!

Casey, grabbing her briefcase: SUDDENLY I HEAR THE GLORIOUS VOICE OF DONALLEY-

Olivia: CASSANDRA NOVAK SHES BEEN ON VACATION- WHAT DID YOU DO-?!

Meanwhile in the squad room:

Elliot:…

Melinda:…

Huang: They are my Roman Empire.

Elliot: I failed history what does that mean-?

Melinda:…Your a man and it shows, Elliot-

Elliot: RUDE???

Read someone say Casey Novak's voice has rasp like honey covered sandpaper and I haven't stopped thinking about it

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-

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.

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

I’m convinced the squad is at a constant state of anxiety when Casey gets a passionate streak and goes for a perps throat without regards for the potential damage her career could take- this woman is about justice at any means necessary- if that means screw the rules and do it Alex Cabot made up search warent style- then that’s that-

It’s probably gonna go something like this-

Elliot:..

Olivia:…

Munch:…

Fin:…

*Cragen walking in a noticing the silence.*

Cragen, anxiously;..Who’s Novak trying to indict now..?

Fin, stressed and sarcastic : Munches favorite people.

Elliot, rubbing his temples: She’s indicting the US army for r@pe and murder.

…

Cragen, choking on literal air: I’m sorry, she’s WHAT.

Munch: it’s about time someone took initiative- back in the day there wa—

Fin, stressing: DON’T START JOHN- NOW IS NOT THE TI—

first time posting on tumblr feeling NERVOUS ???

Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone💗 Now here’s fin enjoying the holidays:

mama a lesbian checking you out behind you

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.

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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-“