A/N: A little concept I had in my mind to break into SVU fanfiction. The SVU Depot. on an eventless day. This is really just a random concept I came up with on the fly.

WARNING: This fic will feature Olivia singing. If this scares or offends you, LEAVE NOW! Others, please read and review!

Boredom Breeds Insanity

There was not a busy soul in the entire SVU precinct. This barren day was marred by misery and a total sense of boredom. Alex had stopped by to pick Olivia up for lunch.

"Jeez. Looks like you guys are having the same lousy day as me huh?" she chirped when she finally took notice of everyone's iron expression that screamed "I really wish I were anywhere but here!" Alex found Olivia dosing over her desk. A stream of drool flowed from her open mouth, above that her snoring, which alarmed many and amused Alex, seemed to shake the building.

"Alex!" Olivia moaned groggily in her slumber

Her girlfriend tapped her on the shoulder, "Olivia wake up." Immediately the detective sprung to life. "Ugh. Sorry Alex," she yawned and pecked Alex on the cheek, "Things have been a little... slow around here lately." Alex smiled wide, remembering the room she and Olivia had dressed at the precinct when things became monotinous, "I know what'll fix this tired old group." Taking Olivia's hand and motioning everyone else to follow, Alex led them to a vacant hallway.

They stopped outside of a door which looked like a Janitor's closet. "Alex," Elliot spoke slowly wiping his eyes, "You have lost your mind. What's the fun in a janitor's closet?" Again the ADA smiled, "Elliot you are such a dim visionary." she opened the door to reveal her secret hideaway. Once all murmurs of surprise subsided, Alex herded them inside. The room was the size of a movie theatre, complete with a small stage and screen with leather seats at the foot of the stage, two guitars and a microphone stood idly on the wood platform.

"This is where, when things get too boring or when Olivia wants to have a little fun, we come here and jam out." This ignites the mens' interest. "You girls can play?" Fin asked amazed at the revelation. Olivia nodded and gestured the group towards the front row of seats. "Relax and we'll rock your world!" she chuckled lightly as she and Alex jumped onstage and took their guitars in hand. Alex's had two guitars, an acoustic her father had given her, and the electric ax that her lover had presented her on their first date.

Both women stood in silence for a nanosecond before Olivia unleashed the first riff, followed by the backing of Alex's rhythmic chords. Olivia waited until the time was right before speaking before she launched into a southern twang vocal, "This is a song I wrote about Elliot. He tried to get with me after Alex and I came out of our closet. Sorry Elliot, but your wanting me when I'm spoken for ain't my bitch!" Then her vocals came, soft and sweet.

Outta my way
Outta my day
Out of your mind and into mine
Into no one
Into not one
Into your step but out of time

Headstrong
What's wrong?
I've already heard this song before
you've arrived
But now it's time
To kiss your ass good-bye

Dragging me down
Why you around?
So useless

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch

It ain't my bitch

Down on the sun
Down and no fun
Down and out where the hell ya been?
Damn it all down
Damn it unbound
Damn it all down to hell again

Stand tall
Can't fall
Never even bend at all before
you've arrived
But now it's time
To kiss your ass good-bye

Dragging me down
Why you around?
So useless

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch

Outta my way

Outta my way
Outta my day
Out of your mind and into mine
Into no one
Into not one
Into your step but out of time

Headstrong
What's wrong?
I've already heard this song before
You've arrived
But now it's time
To kiss your ass good-bye
And now it's time to kiss your ass good-bye

Dragging me down
Why you around?
So useless

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch

No way but down
Why you're around?
No foolin'

It ain't my smile
It ain't my style
It ain't my bitch

Oh, it ain't mine
Ain't mine
Your kind
Your stepin' out of time
Ain't mine
Your kind
Your stepin' out of time

Dragging me down
Why you around?
No foolin'

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch
You ain't mine

The crowd laughed at Olivia's performance of the song, even Stabler, who did not seem to mind that he was clearly being burned for trying to bed a lesbian.

A/N: Poor Stabler, why can't Olivia go both ways? I hope you had fun reading this fic, I sure had a ball writing it! Please read and review!