Detective Olivia Benson, AKA "Persephone" was literally running for her life. She'd gotten separated from her group somehow and was now looking for an exit, any exit, to get her out of the fur-trimmed clothes factory where the Eco-terrorist group EDG had set their all-natural explosives. She didn't know how she'd lost her set, she'd turned, looked back, and suddenly she was alone with no voices to follow, no echoing footsteps, nothing. So she did the best thing she could do: she ran.

The factory was minimalist in design on the outside, but inside it was a labyrinth of stairways, corridors, hanging hallways and locked rooms, and as the seconds ticked past, Olivia's heart began to race harder and harder with every dead end she came upon. She took a left at the end of the otherwise dead ended corridor and flew down the flight of steps she came upon two at a time. At the bottom of the stairway she saw an emergency exit all the way down the right of the hallway. She bolted, lungs aching, legs screaming, towards the door, her mind calculating the possible amount of time remaining on the clock.

From outside the factory, FBI agent Dana Lewis "Star Morrison" watched impatiently, checking her watch every few seconds and looking back to the greenish-gray building a few miles away. Still no sign of Olivia and she was getting anxious.
Into the serene silence of the field and surrounding clusters of trees where she and her agents hid, the blast came with a shocking force as the building became enveloped in smoke and flames. Ears ringing, she stared in awe and horror at the inferno, and dread filled her until she felt the bile rise deep in the back of her throat.
Swallowing hard and ignoring the taste, she ordered her teams into the blaze. "Contain the fire and find Benson, stat."

The neon numbers on Elliot Stabler's alarm clock glowed red, 3:14 AM, and cast a dim light over his night stand where his charging cell phone lay silent until 3:16, when it rang loudly, arousing Elliot from his slumber.
He picked it up and answered with a groggy, "Stabler."
"Elliot?" the voice was female and extremely shaken.
"Star?" he rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming?
"Right now Elliot, its Dana," she sniffled and hiccupped.
Elliot sat up immediately at her watery voice, yanking the phone from its charger. "What's up? What's wrong?"
She was silent for a second or tow before answering as calmly as she could. "Elliot, you need to listen to me. There's been an accident and Oli-"
Elliot didn't hear the rest as the phone slipped from his fingers, off the bed, and onto the floor. He stared into the darkness of his empty room as Dana's voice came faintly from below him, "Elliot? Are you there? Elliot?"

Eh, I have no idea how I came up with this, but I like how it's shaping up, I really do. Same old song and dance now (jazz hands) I don't own Law and Order of any kind, (unfortunately), so don't sue me! Thank you!