"Where the hell are we Liv?" Elliot asked with a tired sigh.
"Lower west side," Olivia replied for the third time. "And before you ask we're breaking up the hoards of prostitutes that gather in the area."
"How is this even remotely imperative to our jobs?" Elliot said irritably as Olivia pulled the car over to the side of the alley way.
"It depends on if you want to keep your job," Olivia said getting out of the car. Elliot heaved a sigh then reluctantly followed.
"Alright ladies break it up and go home," Olivia said as her and Elliot approached a group of prostitutes on the street.
"We ain't going no where little miss thang," a larger woman said stepping forward. "Go find your own corner."
"Alright ladies break it up now," Elliot said flashing his police badge. A few of the ladies grumbled in distaste and walked away, but one girl stood firm.
"Where we you police officers when one of our kind was raped last year. You didn't care one bit, but now we're bothering you nice gentlemen with our services," the girl said defiantly.
"If you have a complaint, take it up with the department," Olivia said looking over the girl.
"They don't give a damn unless we take off our clothes," the girl replied.
"Well how about you give us your name and we'll take it to the department," Olivia replied taking out her book. "Or better yet come down to the station with us."
"I'm leaving," the girl said, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder and walking away.
"Liv, why did you do that?" Elliot asked.
"What did you want her to take her clothes off for you?" Olivia asked annoyed.
"No, but I have a feeling that girl isn't old enough to be out on the street. If you wouldn't have scared her off we could have got her off the street," Elliot said angrily.
"Don't blame this on me," Olivia retorted coldly.
"I just can't stand to think that a girl like Maureen's age could be out here," Elliot replied.
"We'll find her tomorrow Elliot," Olivia said hoping to calm her agitated partner.
"Yeah ok," Elliot replied with a yawn.