A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Take On Me by A-Ha. Wow, my third story in a series. Fantastic. Still doing titles off song names until I run out of them. Let me know what you think!

Take On Me

"Hey you."

Jodi smiled as she opened up the front door, stepping out of the way to let Betsy in.

They had arrived back in Manhattan two days ago, after which John and Jodi had spent much of their time unpacking (and in bed) with no interruptions. Bliss.

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end, and John had to go back to work early that morning, leaving Jodi with nothing to do but call up her best friend.

"Hey Bets." Jodi closed the door behind her and barely had time to blink before Betsy threw her arms around her. Or at least attempted.

"Jesus. You were only gone a week and you got as big as a house."

"You bitch." Jodi giggled before slapping her best friend and leading her into the living room.

After Betsy had called to let her know she was coming, Jodi ordered pizza from about one of a billion local pizza joints. While she would love nothing more than sushi, but sushi was prohibited during pregnancy, but hey, sometimes sacrifices needed to be made.

They sat down on the couch and Jodi opened the box. There was nothing she loved more than a huge slice of New York style cheese pizza. Thin crust. Oozing cheese. The only thing possibly better was cheesecake.

"So...how was Greece?" Betsy asked, sitting down on the couch beside her and grabbing a slice.

"Amazing." Jodi smiled.

"Well, when I don't have a lineup of clients you'll have to tell me all about it. I'm on lunch now. I've got an hour and a half to get my ass back downtown."

"Wow, you look great." Jodi glanced over her body. Betsy had always had a little meat on her bones, taking a smaller version of Kelly Osbourne, although now...well she just looked fantastic.

"Thanks, but don't ask me how I did it because I know you really won't like the answer."

"I get the hint..." Jodi trailed off, immediately knowing already what Betsy had been doing. Even through the heavy eye makeup Jodi could see the dark circles under her eyes and he sores on her face.

"So...there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Jodi set down her half-eaten slice of pizza. If she was going to get this over with, she rather it be now than later. While sit was still eating away at her.

"So do I. You first. Shoot." Betsy crossed her legs.

"Okay, so John and I were talking some things over and...we were interested in doing some things a little...wilder in the bedroom."

Betsy turned slowly, raising an eyebrow.

"Like you haven't been already?"

"Oh no, the sex is great it's just...I haven't been with a woman in such a long time and John has never had a threesome so we were just wondering if..."

"Are you going to ask me to join you in bed?"

"Um...yes actually."

Betsy threw back her head, stifling back laughter.

"Aren't you supposed to use someone who isn't a friend?"

"Yes but I don't really have to worry about you trying to steal John from me do I? Besides...you were the first woman I really thought of that I would want to have sex with now."

"Well that's flattering. You know how bad I still want to fuck you but a threesome..."

"Hey, c'mon. What happened to Betsy Roshav? The tattooed Sam Jones?"

"Hell, I guess. When were you thinking of this?"

"Uh, actually I was hoping...awhile from now. As badly as I want it to happen, John is the only person I want to see me naked with this weight right now."

"Ah. Suit yourself, although with those tits of yours right now there is no other time I would rather be doing it."

"So, what did you have to talk to me about?"

Betsy looked at her. Was this really her place to say anything? She knew the anger Jodi still harbored for her mother. Perhaps it was Anthony who should tell her about the party.

"You know what, never mind. It wasn't really important." Betsy shrugged before busying herself with another slice of pizza, ignoring Jodi's eyes. Sooner of later though, she would find out.

"Hey Elliot, can I talk to you?"

Elliot turned around to find John coming towards him, following him up the stairs to the lounge.

"What's up Munch?" he asked.

John waited until the got to the top of the stairs before pulling Elliot by his arm into the shadows, out of view of everyone downstairs.

"I need some...help." John sighed. This had been his last resort, and he didn't want to admit to Jodi he had no idea what to expect when it came to this children thing.

"Is it about that sex on the phone thing? Liv told me all about it. She said Cragen wasn't really pissed so much as surprised."Elliot grinned.

"No, it's not that it's...I need some advice on being a father."

Elliot looked surprised for a moment and raised his eyebrows before nodding.

"Oh. Well...you've worked with kids before. It's work but it's not tragically hard."

"I know but...victims and kids are two different things."

"Well, at least you know that much." Elliot grinned, before sitting down on the couch.

"Listen Munch. You and I have had our differences, but when it comes to being a parent...no one can really help you but yourself. If you love your kids enough, which I know you will, it'll come to you. All you really need to know is to love them, do what's best for them, and be there."

John nodded, looking down. It sounded easy but he knew it couldn't possibly be if marriages were ended over raising children. Was he really, truly, prepared for this?

Well, even if he wasn't...he had three months and three children coming. He was going to have to get ready.

"Hey, what you up to?" John asked as he wandered into one of the guest bedrooms, which Jodi was clearing out vigorously.

"Tyring to get these rooms together. I was thinking maybe for the first few months we could have all of them in here together, then give the girls this room and move him across the hall into the other guest bedroom."

"Yeah but that room is huge. Do you really want him in there alone?"

"Well, we have another extra room on the third floor, which I haven't been up to since I moved in here, and I really don't one of them up there and the other two down here."

"Huh."

John looked around the room, which was now an absolute mess. Boxes and curtains were everywhere, the entire room had been torn apart.

"I do have a question for you though." she turned around, putting her hands on the small of her back and sighing.

"What?"

"Paint it ourselves or hire a professional?"

"Uh..." John trailed off. While Jodi was an incredible artist (in every aspect. Anything to do with art she excelled at), he himself was not. And he didn't like the thought of her around all those paint fumes didn't go over well with him.

"Well, I know you'll do a great job but I'd be more comfortable with you hiring someone...and staying out of this hallway for a few days."

He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her belly.

"Fine. So...I'm going to take a little break soon. How about you meet me in the bedroom?" she turned around, putting her hands around his neck.

"Oh...okay." John grinned, looking down. Her shirt was...well pretty much the definition of low cut, exposing her marvelous cleavage.

Jodi giggled, watching his gaze. He suddenly jerked his head up. Had it been possible, she would be rubbing her chest up against him, although with the current size of her stomach, it wasn't really possible.

"Damn what size are you now?" he suddenly asked, resisting the urge to rip her top off.

"Do you really want to know?" she raised an eyebrow. She loved having big breasts, she really did...but this was just too big. Her back hurt. She had a hard time shopping for bras now. She really just couldn't wait to get the milk out of her and back to her original size.

"Yeah I kind of do." John grinned.

"Eh...42F."she blushed wildly.

"Damn!" John exclaimed, grabbing her arm as she looked away.

"Wait...baby what's wrong?" he asked.

"What do you mean what's wrong? I'm a fucking F cup! Most guys think D is too big!"Jodi looked at the ground.

John put his hands on her shoulders before kissing her temple.

"I'm the only guy it should matter to, and I love you no matter what."

Jodi turned her head and smiled. So now the question was...what exactly had she done to deserve him?

Elizabeth stared up at the ceiling, listening to the front door open as Trevor came home. It was nearly eleven. She had been waiting up for him all night, only because she had so much on her mind that she really didn't want to be alone right now.

He walked into the bedroom and tossed his keys down before raising his eyebrows.

"I didn't know you were here." he smiled.

"Yeah." she smiled, turning her head.

He hesitated for a moment before getting into the bed and climbing on top of her, pressing his lips to hers.

"What's wrong?" he asked, resting his forehead against hers.

"My birthday is next week." she sighed.

Trevor sat up. Shit. She hadn't even told him, so why was she expecting him to know already.

"I'm sorry...I didn't know. We never talked about it..." he began, but she stopped him.

"No it's not that it's just...how old are you?"

"40. Why?"

"I'm going to be 41. God. I've only got another 30 to 40 years ahead of me then."

Trevor got off her, resting his head on his elbow.

"Liz...why don't you try not to think about that. Who knows, you could be one of those people who lives to be 100."

"Or I could only live for the next hour." she said bitterly, turning around.

He sighed. Back downhill again. No part of him dared suggest she seek professional help for her depression, but it was really concerning him. When she got like this he found it best to just hold her and say nothing else.

He wrapped his arms around her, pushing her long hair off her neck and kissing it. Elizabeth smiled, closing her eyes. This was still the happiest she had come to being in quite some time.

John opened the bedroom door. He ended up having to run out to the precinct to drop something off for a moment, which forced him to postpone his encounter with Jodi.

As soon as he opened the door he stopped. Jodi was posed seductively, a silk sheet placed intricately over parts of her body. She smiled as he slammed the door behind him, her red hair falling in unruly waves around her tan shoulders.

"Hi." she grinned, the silk falling off as she shifted, exposing miles of tanned leg.

John was unable to say anything. Something made her skin glow more than usual against the white sheet, and her thick lashes framed her eyes beautifully, giving her a smoky feline look.

He walked over, getting into the bed before running his fingers across her smooth chest, watching her collarbone rise and fall gently.

"How long are you going to make me lay here?" she smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait...I just want to look at you for a bit." John shushed her, looking up and down her body. A part of the sheet fell just below one of her nipples, grazing the raised skin.

Jodi closed her eyes. John's eyes felt so amazing. She could feel them, raking her body. Looking her up and down.

"How far would you go for me?" John asked, leaning down and sweeping his lips across her jaw.

"You know my only limits." Jodi sighed, her eyes still closed.

"So if I just want to watch you touch yourself..."

"We've done that before, remember?"Jodi opened her eyes and smiled.

"Well...I want to do it again." John said softly, taking the bottom of the sheet gently and pulling it up above her waist. He trailed his fingers across her inner thigh tracing her tattoo before getting back on his knees.

"Will you?..." John asked.

Jodi bit her lip, before reaching down, and rubbing herself gently. John watched as she kept her eyes on him, her body trembling in anticipation and delight.

John watched. Those delicate fingers of hers, working their way over her bare mound. Rubbing herself, teasing him. She knew what she was doing. And she was doing it more than well.

"Do it." John bit his lip, grabbing one of her breasts, unable to stop himself.

"Do what?" Jodi's eyes swam with lust.

"Finger yourself."

She spread her legs, inserting a finger inside of herself. Gasping as she felt another inside of her, looking down to find one of John's.

He pulled out her hand, sucking on her fingers before pushing a strand of hair out of her face and kissing her, savoring the taste of her warm lips.

Jodi sat up, trying to find a position in which she was comfortable before spreading her legs, runnign her hand across her tattoo.

John looked down, taking in the view before shedding his clothes and taking one of her hands, letting her gently caress his hard-on.

"Fuck I want you inside of me." she growled, tracing the veins that stood against his erection.

John shivered under her fingertips, before grabbing her legs, preparing to enter her.

"Yes ma'am." he grinned before forcefully giving her a rough thrust.

"Thanks for meeting with me." Anthony said as he sat down across from a handsome young man with very tanned skin, black hair, and piercing green eyes.

"You got what I asked for?" he said.

"All seventeen grand. Want a drink?"

The man smiled at Anthony before nodding.

"You seem to be pretty good at this." the man smiled.

"You learn when you're in the business." Anthony pursed his lips before giving the waitress and smoldering once-over as she brought over a round of drinks.

She blushed scarlet, smiling back and tossing her blonde mane before walking off, swinging her hips as she did so.

"Okay, right down to business. You know what you're here for."

"Man can't even enjoy his drink. But yes. So what information do you want?"

"I want to know everything about The Don's plans for my family."

Also, for any of you fellow Ohioans or Cavs fans, I will just say this: FUCK that piece of trash. We WILL get through this, and everything Dan Gilbert said was right. We are damned determined now, and I know we will will that championship before the "King" does. We are witness alright. We are witness to what a traitor looks like. We don't need him. GO CAVS!