****MY FIRST FANFIC PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH HER****
"We've got something," Elliot Stabler said as he walked towards the elevator. "Where," Olivia Benson asked hot on her partner's trail as he sped into the elevator. "At 30 Rockefeller Plaza." "But we're Manhattan, why are following this?" "Apparently," he stopped and smiled,"it has something to do with a celebrity who we've dealt with before, who also said he wanted to get you pregnant." Dear God, Olivia thought, I am not in the mood to deal with a psychopathic celebrity who thinks I'm a booty call. Tracy Jordan had met Olivia Benson once before when he claimed that his son Tracy Jr. had been kidnapped outside of a restaurant in the lower east side of Manhattan, but when she and Stabler had arrived at the scene Tracy Jr. was trying to get his dad's attention from the back seat of Tracy's SUV. Once they had gotten Tracy to realize that Tracy Jr. was just in the backseat, Tracy thanked Olivia by telling her that one day he might just get her pregnant. She was hoping she would never have to meet him again, but that seemed impossible as of right now. Once they arrived on the scene, Olivia took in what she saw, which was a lot. The first thing that caught her attention was the fact that Tracy Jordan was crying while some brunette woman was trying to calm him down. She then noticed that the woman was missing a shoe and her entire composure was a mess as her hair was slowly slipping out of a ponytail that appeared as though it had been hit by a tornado in Oklahoma, and her glasses were very crooked. What happened here, she pondered. She went up to the distraught celebrity and the dismantled brunette. "Hi my name is Detective Olivia Benson, what seems to be the problem?" The brunette stuck out her hand,"Well I'm Elizabeth Lemon, or Liz and this here is a crazy man who thinks he can doing anything he wants without having to face the consequences." "Woman do not patronize me! See Dot Com, I do know how to use that word." A large man looked at Tracy with a face that said, eh. "I'm sorry, but what's going on," Olivia asked, confusion drawn on her face. "Well the day was going fine, I mean my cable price went down, I got a free taxi ride and Jenna, one of my cast members, was actually cooperating today, despite her wanting to have panda poop tea flown in for her own personal benefits, she was being very easy to work with. And then we needed Tracy for rehearsal for some sketch that involved farting noises, like they always do, and this dummy comes onstage with some bird and expects me to add it into the script and I just flipped. But apparently Tracy and the bird are very connected and it saw me as a threat and started attacking me-" Tracy cut her off, "He wasn't attacking you he just wanted to mate with your bird resembling head." "BIRDS DON'T JUST MATE WITH HUMAN HEADS, TRACY!" Liz had had enough. She stormed past Olivia with annoyance in her eyes. The detective was stunned. Tracy looked at Olivia, "I'm surprised you remembered me Detective." He smirked at her, "remember the romantic words I spoke to you on that one midnight of a Tuesday in May?" She was on the verge of storming off just like... what was her name again? "Liv," Stabler called. "Yeah?" This had better be good, she thought. "This is actually SVU, Tracy is a celebrity, the bird is exotic, and there's no turning it down." "But the question is, why does Manhattan have it?" Olivia wondered. "We've been assigned it because Tracy wanted you to work it. Said you're the only one he'll work with." Elliot managed, trying to hold back a smirk. Celebrities always get what they want, she thought angrily. "As I was saying," Tracy began. Oh god, Olivia thought, this is going be a long case.