"How is it possible that my luck is this bad," the blonde woman muttered as she stood before the hotel shower, hands propped on her hips. She had already been out of the room twice already. The first was to request new bed sheets since hers were stained (she tried not to think about what it was from). The second time was to get a bottle of water since apparently this hotel was too lazy to restock their refrigerators. She partially wondered if this was a motel posing as a hotel and why in the world the DA's office had booked this particular place for her to stay. She was almost tempted to put her own money toward a better hotel; she could afford it.

But no. She decided not to judge the hotel by the crumbling brick exterior and the soiled sheets. But now, standing naked in the bathroom with no towels, she knew she made the wrong decision. What sort of hotel didn't supply towels? She was done.

With an exasperated sigh, she returned to her suitcase and pulled out her lounging silk robe. It was a bit too skimpy for public but she didn't care as she grabbed her keycard and exited her room to head toward the front desk, again.

"Room 208, let's go," Olivia Benson whispered as pointed to the hotel door on the right side of the hallway. Behind her trailed Carisi, Rollins, and over half a dozen police officers, all ready with tactical gear.

Sixteen hours prior, a woman had gone into the precinct, a complete and total mess. She admitted that she was a prostitute for a pimp and had recently given birth. Trusting her pimp, she returned to him with the baby in hopes that he would support her but instead he had taken her baby and beaten her half to death, dumping her on the streets. She didn't dare go back to the house that he stayed at on her own.

And so with a missing infant hanging in the balance, Olivia had pulled all strings. She had obtained a warrant from Barba in no time who had an unfortunate time waking up a judge. The rest of the squad was rounded up shortly after, along with any officers trained for searches. After raiding the pimp's house, they discovered that he was hosting an illicit "party" in a nearby hotel. Their informant had estimated that there would be at least eight high rollers and a dozen girls to go with it. Olivia only hoped that the pimp and the baby would be there as well.

Once in place, all it took was a single flick of her finger for Olivia to signal the breaking of the hotel door. An officer with a batting ram smashed into the wooden door, cracking it clear off of the frame. In a split second, a dozen officers flooded the room. Everything was a blur there after.

Uniformed officers dragged out fighting men and half dressed women. While the men put up physical fights, the women put up verbal ones, screaming at the officers to let them go but Olivia had her priorities set.

"Lieutenant Benson!" An officer called as he held back a squirming woman who was attempting to hit him with her heels.

"Take them all down to the station. If they fight, put them in cuffs," Olivia ordered, paying little attention to the men rounding everyone up. She was headed toward the bedroom in search of the infant.

"They're out of towels…How is that even possible?" The blonde women questioned to herself as she headed back up to her hotel room. She stepped out of the elevator and turn down her hallway, stopping short at the sight of two women being dragged out of the hotel room next to her. The lawyer side of her made her curious and she approached the uniformed officers.

"Excuse me, what is going on?" She questioned, both men and women looking at her.

"Help us! They're hurtin' us!" One of them women screamed.

"Run before they get you too, bitch!" Another screamed, both flailing against the men.

In shock, the blonde took a step back, attempting to move out of the officers' ways. "Hey! Don't move!" One of the uniformed officers called to her. "Mike, get out here, we got another trying to run!"

"What? No!" The blonde woman argued as a uniformed officer ran out of the hotel room and headed toward her. "I'm not with them."

"Yeah right. You're coming down to the station, come on," the officer, Mike, stated as he grabbed onto the blonde woman's upper arm.

"Excuse me? Unhand me! I am a bureau chief of the District of Columbia and I'm here on official government business. And that is not my hotel room, I'm in the room next door," she tried to explain as she was pulled towards the other women.

"Yeah right, lady. We've heard it all tonight. You may role play an attorney but you ain't a real one dressed like that," Mike commented as he eyed up her short robe which was now pulled up high around her thighs from being pulled, the neck of it separated further to reveal the pale expanse of her chest.

She should've known better to fight a cop. Hell, she worked with them for a living but she was stubborn. "Let go off me! If you'd just let me go to my room I'll show you my badge…"

Mike laughed at her. "Are you trying to offer me sex in return for your freedom? Did you hear that Paul? This one wants to show me her badge." Both men laughed and the blonde woman struggled once more to get his hands off of her. "Alright, you wanna fight lady? You're under arrest for resisting."

"What? No! This is a huge misunderstanding…If you'd just let me go into my room or speak to your commanding officer we could straighten this out!" She struggled to read the patches on the officers' uniforms as she was put into handcuffs. "Are you with major crimes? DEA? I know all of your captains!"

"We're with SVU, lady."

"Donald Cragen!" She exclaimed as she was pulled down the hallway along with the rest of the women. "Let me speak to Don, he'll set you straight."

Mike laughed at her once more and she was beginning to hate this man. "Cragen may have been able to get you out of hookin' five years ago but he ain't around here anymore, doll. You're going to the station. When you get there, you can call whoever you want."

"You're making a huge mistake," she restated once more, admitting defeat at this point. "Come on, I worked with SVU! I was the ADA for years….Olivia Benson, is she still here? Ask her, she knows me!"

"The lieutenant has better things to be doing than talking to prostitutes. You'll get your turn." He led her over to a group of police cars with flashing lights.

"Get her, I'm ordering you to get your superior officer! My name is Alexandra Cabot." Her plea was met with a shove into the back of a police car.