I would like to give a huge thank you to Little Miss Nicap, who came up with this story and offered me the chance to write it. It is an A/U but will contain all the characters from SVU. I hope everyone enjoys this story as much as I have tossing idea's around with Little Miss Nicap and writing it.


Alexandra Cabot smiled as the plane touched down at JFK, gripping Kimberly's, her manager and girlfriend, hand as the plane jerked. As a world renowned ballet dancer, she had just spent the last six months touring with The Bolshoi Ballet in Russia as their lead star. As per her contract that Kimberly had negotiated, she was off from November first till the second week in January. After that, they would fly back and finish out her yearlong contract with the possibility of extending it another six months, if her reviews keep soaring through the roof.

Kimberly leaned over and kissed Alex on the neck, "Are you nervous, dear?"

Alex half-heartedly smiled at Kimberly at her question. She was more than nervous in seeing her family for the first time since she left New York Ballet Company. She'd had six months of being able to be herself, six months of not having to worry how having a second glass of wine in public would destroy the Cabot name, and most importantly six wonderful months of not having her lover have to hide behind the title 'manager.' Now that she had tasted that freedom, she wasn't sure how she could stand the restraints of being a Cabot in New York.

"I know I will have to go back to being your manager and "friend"," Kimberly stated using air quotes, "Yes, it does hurt, but I knew that was required when I fell in love with you. As long as you crawl into our bed at night so I can wrap my arms around you, I can and will make it. Besides, we only have to last a little over sixty days and then we are back overseas where I can hold your hand in public and kiss you if the urge hits."

Alex smiled at the thought of being open in public with her partner and lover. The strain that it put on their relationship wasn't there in Russia and they were the happiest they had been in a long time. If only they could be like that in New York. Everything would be perfect, especially since the right to marry act had recently passed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to JFK Airport. Local time is 5:40 PM and the temperature is fifty-eight degrees.

For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about.

Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight.

If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you.

We remind you to please wait until you are inside the terminal to use any electronic devices (or to smoke in the designated areas).

Kimberly waited till the fasten seatbelt sign was off and stood up. She extended her hand to Alex and helped her out of her seat.

"Go ahead and exit the plane, my love," Kimberly whispered as she placed chaste kiss on Alex's lips, "I will get both of our bags and meet you just outside the door, okay?"

Alex nodded in agreement as she contently sighed and started following the crowd of people out of the plane to the terminal. She wished her parents could see how Kimberly treated her. How she always helped her to her feet. How she held doors open for her. How she pulled her chairs out for her. How she would take her jacket off and wrap it around her shoulders on the cold days in Russia. She was everything they have always wanted her to find in a man.

"Hey, sorry," Kimberly said as she hoisted a bag up on her shoulder and tried to keep Alex's rolling luggage upright.

"Here, let me take that," Alex stated as she reached out and grabbed her Louis Vuitton roller bag before it toppled over, "Before you protest, you already have your hands full and we still have to go through customs and there is a crowd of people waiting to step through." Alex pointed ahead to the glass area all travelers had to go through when they traveled to the US from another country, "I will carry my bag through and once we are cleared then you can take it back and become my superwoman."

Kimberly smiled at Alex as she leaned down and kissed her again, "Normally, I wouldn't do it, but after our last trip through customs it is quicker if we each carry our own bag. Honestly, after that almost sixteen hour trip, I am ready to have a quick run, a hot shower, and a comfortable bed. I have sat too long and my muscles are all cramped up."

Alex laughed as she stepped in line with everyone else with her luggage in tow. She couldn't help but send a silent prayer of thanks to the powers that be for their last trip through customs. It had taken the two of them over an hour to make it through since she was carrying both of their suitcases. When Kimberly had placed the suitcases on the roller to be examined, she informed the ICE agents at the gate that one was hers and the others Alex's. That had led to them being taken away and placed in separate interview rooms and a series of questions that she never thought she would hear

"Why weren't you carrying your own luggage?"

"Was there something in there you didn't want traced back to you?"

"You are recently traveling from a middle-eastern country, why is that?"

The most hurtful one of them all:

"Are you a member of Al Qaeda?"

It took all she had to not scream at the agent hearing that question. Was she a member of Al Qaeda? No way in hell! She had lost a cousin on that fateful day in September and her brother after he joined the Marines to go overseas. Personally, it would have been better if the agent had just backed handed her across the face than to spit those spiteful words out at her.

"Ma'am, do you have anything to claim?" the agent asked as she automatically stepped forward and placed her suitcase on the black rubber belt and pulled her passport out from the front zipper to hand to the agent.

"No, sir."

"What brings you to the US?" He asked as he unzipped her suitcase and began to open it.

"I am coming home for the holidays," Alex explained, "I have a year contract with The Bolshoi Ballet in Russia. I will fly back over the second week in January to finish out my contract, in the inside pocket of the suitcase if the contract for verification purposes."

The young man nodded as he opened the inner compartment. He could tell that the beautiful blonde angel had gone through customs before and what was required. In truth, he preferred experienced travelers such as her instead of newbies, as they were referred to. Newbies often didn't have all their paperwork in order and what was normally a 20 minute process could easily turn into an hour or more.

"I see you have done this a few times," he stated as he reached in and pulled the contents of the inner pouch out and placed it on the clothes. He read the paperwork quickly before placing it back in the pouch and zipping it back up.

"Yes, sir, I am a ballet dancer who is lucky enough to have traveled the world performing."

"So you know, now would be a good time to tell me if you have anything embarrassing or illegal in this suitcase."

"I do and the only thing I have in there are some authentic Matryshka Dolls for my mother."

"That's a favorite for people traveling from Russia," he answered as he began to pull each item out of the suitcase and shaking it out. Some agents loved this part of the job, but he despised the intrusion he was performing. He could only imagine how they felt standing there as he unfolded their clothes and went through their most intimate items.

"I think that and Vodka is what they are famous for."

"Let's not forget the Heroin market either," The agent stated with a hard stare at Alex as he pulled several small baggies with a small circular black substance inside.

"Those aren't mine," Alex stammered as she looked at Kimberly and then back to the agent, "I swear."

"Let me guess someone put the…" The agent stopped and counted the bags in the suitcase before he looked back up at the blonde, "Twenty-five bags of black tar Heroin in your suitcase without your knowledge."

"Yes!" Alex cried as she wrapped her arms around her midsection in a protective manner.

"I really wish that you guys would come up with a new line," The agent stated as he motioned for one of the agents close to the exit door to come over where they were. He waited till the female agent was standing behind the blonde before he opened her passport again and read her name, "Alexandra Marie Cabot, you are under arrest for the Trafficking a Schedule I substance across the border and Possession with Intent of a Schedule I substance."