"New York is beautiful, but I can't wait to go home to Paris," said a tall, brown haired woman.
"I know what you mean. There's too much pollution here," replied an average height male with matching brown hair that stuck up. Mike and Izzy walked down the deserted sidewalk, away from the set they had just left. An hour was all it took for the press to finally grow weary, so the two made their escape.
"The Voice in America is so different. Is it me or did all of the singers sound the same?"
"No, no. I thought so too," said Mike, leaning against her and laughing. "Those men judges couldn't stay away from you. Trying to hold your hand and get you to speak French."
"Well, what about the women judges falling head over heels for you? Huh?"
"Okay, but not one of them ask me if I was married."
"That's not funny, Mike," she said, turning away from him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."
"It's fine. I'm over it. How long are we here for?"
"Another week," said Mike, rolling his eyes. "What song are you singing for your performance?"
"I can't decide. How about you?"
"Grace Kelly, hands down. That's what most Americans know anyways." Looking down at his watch, he quickly gazed at Izzy.
"Sorry, I have to catch a cab. I'm meeting with my producer tonight. See you tomorrow then?"
"Oui, à tout à l'heure."
"Au revoir," said Mike, waving as he hailed a cab. Izzy continued to walk by deserted alley ways, and finally by central park, her shoulder brown hair fluttering in the breeze. She felt her phone vibrate, and pulled it out to see the screen flash.
From Mike,
Je t'aime 3 Meet me for dinner around 10:45?
She was just about to text back when she felt a cold hand force itself over her mouth. She struggling to escape the steel grip, kicking her attacker in the knee. This only bought her a moment of freedom. As she started to run, he grabbed her by her ankle, forcing her to kiss the ground. A trickle of blood made its way down the right side of her face. She tried to get up, but his black boot was heavily applied to her back. Her breathing was becoming erratic as the man leaned beside her face.
"Would you like me to let you up?" She nodded frantically. He brought a gag around her mouth and yanked her to her feet. She elbowed him in the stomach, but not before he grasped her hair.
"Wrong move," he said before bringing the butt of his gun down to connect with her head. Lifting her over his shoulders, he threw her into the back of his car and drove off. Her phone still lay on the ground, the screen now on. It showed an incoming call from Mike.
Law and Order: SVU opening credits
"Ugh, did Munch make the coffee again?" asked Olivia as she took a sip out of her cup.
"Who else makes it that bad?" asked Elliot laughing.
"Munch, man, I don't know how you can mess up something as simple as coffee," said Fin.
"One of the many reasons I'm not married," said Munch over the top of his computer, "but I think Benson makes worse…"
"Olivia Benson?!" She spun around to see a brown haired man dashing towards her. He was wearing a white and black striped shirt with red skinny jeans and a pain of loafers. "They told me to come to you?"
"Okay, take a seat right here. What are you reporting?"
"An abduction, I…"
"Was it a child abduction?"
"No, but…"
"This isn't in our div…"
"You don't understand. No one has heard or seen my coworker since last night."
"Sir," began Olivia.
"It's Mike, and she was sexually harassed where we were working. I have a strong suspicion about who did this."
"What do you mean sexually harassed?"
"We are special guest judges on The Voice, and judges on The Voice: France. We were visiting so to spread to a wider audience. Anyways, we showed up at the set yesterday morning to review what was going to happen. Then Jake Moore approaches my partner, Izzy and asks if she is married. She says yes."
"Is she?"
"Estranged. He husband was physically abusive, so she got a restraining order."
That I bet has no grounds in New York, though Olivia.
"Well a few minutes later, Jake was saying how hot Izzy was, and how her husband wouldn't know if she went out for drinks with him [Jake]. She brushed him off again, this time telling him to leave her alone. Finally, we were talking with the director about where we could stand so that our microphones would be picked up when Jake shoved his hand down her shirt front from behind her. No one did anything about it, and she swore to me she would report it, but now, she can't."
Olivia gazed over at Elliot. He had his eyebrows raised.
"Let's go talk to Jake Moore."
As they were entering the squad car, he stole a glance at Olivia. "What is it, Liv?"
"Nothing, just something one of my supervisors told me years ago."
"What was that?"
"Sexually harassment isn't a crime. He was an idiot."
"Bet he probably participated in sexual harassment." Olivia nodded. They pulled up at Studio A, showed the security guard their badges and walked in.
"Jake Moore?" said Elliot.
"Yeah man, that's me. Want an autograph? What about you sweetheart, though I'd give you more than an autograph." Olivia rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted sigh.
"First of all, it's Detective Benson not sweetheart, and we'd like to ask you some questions."
"Ask away, I'd be happy to help."
"Where were you between 10:30 and 11:30 last night?"
He sneered, "Why would you like to know, Detective?"
"Just answer the question," snapped Elliot.
"Fine, I was home in my apartment."
"Let me guess, alone."
"Unfortunately, yes. I turned down three women because I was too tired."
"Yeah, I'm sure," said Olivia sarcastically.
"Did anyone see you walk into your apartment building?"
"I don't know. Why don't you go check?"
"We will. Did you see Izzy last night?" asked Stabler.
"I wish. Little hoe told me to leave her alone."
"Don't you dare call her that," said Mike flying toward him. Stabler grabbed a hold of his upper arm and forced his back.
"How many times have you banged her, Mikey? Shouldn't you give someone else a chance?"
"Ignore him," whispered Olivia to Mike. Mike yanked his arm out of Stabler's grip and walked away.
"We'll be talking to you again, so don't think of leaving the city."
"I look forward to it." Again, Olivia rolled her eyes in irritation.
"Here's my calling card if you can remember anything useful."
"I'd much rather have Detective Benson's card."
She gave him a sarcastic smile then walked away. Her phone began to ring. Elliot watched her eyes squint in concentration. Finally, she hung up.
"Fin and Munch have something from the cameras in central park. They told us to meet them in Morales' lab after checking out the park."
Central Park
"Liv, I got a cellphone. It's a bit damaged, but I bet Morales can pull something from it."
"Elliot!" said Olivia, pointing to a pair of black lace underwear.
"This just turn into a confirmed sex crime."
I know I'm writing two stories at one time, but I had to write this one before I forgot the story line.