"Okay guys. I've got some good news for everyone" Don Cragen said coming out of his office.

Each of the detectives looked up at their captain with anticipation. Hoping maybe for once they could go home early.

"A program was introduced recently to every department in New York. I have decided it would maybe help us all if we signed up so I took the liberty of doing it."

"Don't tell me it's one of those sensitivity courses. I'm sick of people getting all up in my space." Fin Tutuola said from his desk.

Elliot Stabler nodded in agreement.

"Oh you guys are just chickens" Olivia Benson spoke up.

"Relax, no it is not a sensitivity course. What will be happening is we will be having 1 underprivileged teenager from a local group home come spend a couple hours a day with us. These kids have all been charged with several different offences and brass thought it would be nice to give them a chance to see the other side of the law." Don explained.

"Great, a bunch of juvenal delinquents running around the police station. This will really help me," John Munch said sarcastically.

Don ignored his comment and continued on. "The program lasts for 8 weeks. They will be in everyday after school from 3:00 till 6:00 and Saturday from 1:00 till 4:00."

"What about Sundays?" Asked Olivia.

"They don't come in" Don looked up as Casey Novak walked into the precinct. She was carrying a tray of coffee from Starbucks.

She handed each person a cup and leaned on the edge of Olivia's desk. "What's up?" She asked.

Don explained everything to her.

"Sounds fun." She said and took a long gulp of her coffee.

"Yeah, fun." John said.

"Well, she or he will be here tomorrow. Back to work." Don said and walked back into his office.

"I think it'll be fun," Olivia said.

"Having some kid following us around like a lost puppy for 8 weeks. Oh yay I can't wait." Elliot said and turned back to his work.

"What? C'mon think of the kid. Probably has no one in his or her life. It'll be exciting." Olivia smiled at the thought of helping a lost and lonely teen.

"I hope the kid doesn't have attitude. I hate kids with attitude. Just want to smack 'em." Fin said as he turned his attention to the conversation.

"Fin, the kid probably has multiple arrests. You think it's NOT going to have attitude, that's the last your going to have to worry about. I'd lock your valuables up now." John said.

"That's mean, what if they've cleaned themselves up?" Casey asked.

"You keep thinking that." Elliot twirled his pen between his fingers. "From my experience kids with bad backgrounds don't just clean themselves up"

"How can you say that when we work with troubled kids all the time and we always tell them nothings impossible." Olivia countered.

"That's different." Elliot said.

"Okay, I'm stopping this conversation here. I could see it turning into a full blown war." Casey stated, holding her hands in the air.

"I need to go over some things with you" Casey said pointing to John.

"About?" He questioned.

"Keller case"

"Got it" John said and left with Casey.

Everyone else went back to work hoping that no more calls came in so maybe, just maybe, they could go home early.


The next day…

John and Fin were sitting at their desks waiting for Olivia and Elliot to get there. Finally after 20 minutes of enduring John's rambling they both walked in. Fin turned to John and nodded towards them.

"They've been coming in together for the last couple weeks. You think something's going on?" Fin smirked.

"Them? I wouldn't doubt it." John smiled and waved at Olivia and Elliot.

They waved back and continued whatever conversation they had going.

The rest of the day went by without any problems and when 3:00 rolled around everyone was getting anxious about meeting the new member of their little family.

All heads turned towards the doors when they heard two people approaching. Before actually entering the squad room the detectives could tell they were in for it by the teens conversation.

"This is bull. I don't wanna be here. Like fuck…" The one voice said presumably female.

"And you think I do? I've got a life that I need to deal with. This is all just getting in my way…shit!" The other voice responded presumably a male.

"What?"

"Dropped my lighter. Got it."

The detectives looked up as two teens walked in and walked right back to Don's office.

"I thought only one was coming?" Elliot asked with a huff.

"Well, looks like plans have changed." Olivia said back.

After 10 minutes of waiting Don finally came out with the kids in tow.

"Okay, this is Trevor Beck" Don pointed to the boy with buzzed black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a baggy pair of pants and a long shirt with a sweater over it. He had a hat on backwards and was carrying a black backpack.

"And this is Ally Beck" Don now pointed to the girl. She had her eyebrow pierced and had shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a tank top with a pair of low-rise jeans and you could see her black thong. She was also carrying a black backpack.

The detectives got up and shook their hands.

"So are you guys brother and sister?" Elliot asked.

"Twins…I'm 3 minutes older though." Trevor said.

"Shut-up" Ally said back with a smile.

"So how old are you guys?" Olivia asked.

"16" Ally answered back.

"I've got twins that are 16 too." Elliot said with a smile.

"Oh yea? What's their name?" Trevor asked.

"Richard and Elizabeth Stabler"

"You're shittin' me." Ally said.

"Do we know em'?" Trevor asked his sister with a confused look on his face.

"Their locker is like down the hall from us. The punks that busted us that one time...you know?" Ally explained.

A wave of realization flew over Trevor's face. "It's a small world."

"Anyways, so you guys can check out the precinct and then we'll find something for you to do. I was told that you both have late homework that needs to be completed if you want marks." Don said.

"Whatever" Trevor said and stalked off following Ally who was following Don.

"Well I can tell this is going to be pleasant." John said and went back to his paperwork. Everyone nodded and continued working also.