S.V.U. Oneshot... Contains about two or three sentences of smut. Not much and it's not really that bad. I own nothing... Please review! Thankss :)
Outside, sirens blared and car horns filled the city. The many echoes of footsteps and shrieks now and then added to the noise. The luminous city lights lit up making the stars fade and nightclubs opened. The diesel exhaust spouted out of trucks, waging a silent war with the newly fallen snow, willing it to turn a sloshy brown. Tourists took multiple photos in Times Square and ice skated at the Rockefeller Center because it was too cliché for localists.
In the Stabler household, Elliot was reading a bedtime story to his children. "'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house…"
"Why can't Christmas come everyday?" asked Dickie.
"Yeah, why can't it?" agreed Lizzie.
"Because Santa's credit card is maxed out." muttered Elliot.
Inside their cozy brownstone, Alex and Olivia lay snuggled up close together on the couch oblivious to all the city noise. They kissed often and smiled –as if some happy secret had passed before them. Alex lay in Olivia's arms and Olivia stroked her blond hair. She breathed in the familiar scent of Pantene and whispered her sweet nothings while Alex gently held her other hand tracing over the fine lines and scars wondering how she had ever survived before Olivia.
Somewhere in midtown Manhattan, Munch was arguing with his last ex-wife. He slammed the phone down and picked up the newspaper, but could not focus.
In a Harlem apartment, Fin was watching ESPN clenching his fist and crying out every once in a while. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and tried not to show how much he was enjoying himself.
In the 16th precinct, Donald Cragen sat alone at his desk eating take-out. The phone rang. He picked it up and said the usual "Captain Cragen from the S.V.U. department, how may I help you?"
"Please… Send someone over here… I –I need help –somebody raped my daughter!" Gunshots. A scream. The line went dead.
Cragen dialed his cell phone…
Elliot was just tucking his children into bed when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his back pocket.
"Stabler."
"Elliot, I need you at the precinct. Now!"
His wife walked in. Elliot kissed her.
"I have to go…."
Alex was now in bed with Olivia on top of her. They had stripped to their underwear and Olivia had handcuffed her to the bed. They were making out. She heard Cragen's ringtone and snatched the phone from atop the dresser.
"Benson," she growled annoyed the phone call had interrupted yet another love-making session with her Alex.
"Olivia. Precinct. Now. We have a rape and possible homicide. And bring Cabot too."
Alex was already pulling on her jeans. She sighed.
"Another time?" She asked as soon as she heard the cell phone slam.
Munch was at the kitchen counter pouring himself a glass of wine.
"Now what kind of man stays sober on a night like this?" He said to himself. The phone rang and he jumped slightly, spilling his wine.
"What now?" he muttered.
"It's Cragen, Munch. We need you here right now."
Munch walker to the door and threw his coat over his shoulder not bothering to clean up the spilled wine.
Fin was nearly asleep on the couch, he lazily opened his eyes every once in a while to check the score. His heard his cell phone ring and swore.
"What?"
"Fin. Precinct. Right now."
He swore again as soon as he heard the other end hang up.
Fifteen minutes later, the S.V.U. squad and their ADA had assembled in front of Olivia's desk.
Another typical night.