All Trilogy readers! DO NOT WORRY! This story has absolutely nothing to do with the SVU trilogy! This is an idea that popped into my head that I thought I'd try out...don't worry I am not abandoning my other story...Chapter seven of Making Plans will be out soon! Anyway, enjoy this one and lemme know what you think! Here are the pairings and the children, and it will be posted at the beginning of each chapter so you won't forget!

Elliot and Olivia-Three daughters (twins Samantha and Avery, 14 and Jordan, 8)

John and Casey-One son (Dalton, 12) and pregnant with a daughter

Melinda and Fin-one daughter (Deanna, 13)

One more thing: The whole story will be in Avery's POV!

Avery's POV

"Sam, let's go! Dalton is going to be here any minute for the bus!" I called out to my twin sister, Samantha as me and my best friend, Deanna Tutuola, sat downstairs, waiting for Sam to come downstairs.

"I am almost ready," Sam called. I groaned.

"Avery, chill. We know Sam. She has to look absolutely perfect every day," Deanna said jokingly. I looked at my best friend. Deanna and I have been best friends since the day she was born. She was a year younger than me and Sam, but it didn't matter, because we all have something in common. Our parents are best friends.

Before any of us (Deanna, Sam, Dalton, or I) were born, all of our parents worked together at the sixteenth precinct of the New York Police Department. Believe it or not, that's where my mom and dad met, fell in love, and all that jazz. Then Dalton's parents followed their lead, fell in love, and then Deanna's parents did the exact same thing. According to Mom, it was the craziest wedding ever.

Anywho, then two years later, Mom got pregnant with me and Sam and exactly a year later, Deanna was born and then a year after THAT, Dalton was born. We have the closest bond ever. You wouldn't believe how incredible we are together. And our parents still work together!

Finally, Sam emerged downstairs. "Thank goodness!" I exclaimed.

"Wait for me!" A little voice called out from upstairs. I groaned as my eight-year-old sister Jordan tramped down the stairs.

"Isn't Mom taking you to school today?" I asked Jordan.

"I was, but then a new case came in," I heard my mother say from her bedroom. "Just walk her to her stop before you go to yours, please Av?" she added.

"Fine. Do we need to go to the office after school?" I called.

"Yeah, all of ya'll, but make sure you get Jordan, please?" Mom replied.

"Yes maam. Dalton's here. Gotta go! Love ya!" I yelled as Dalton Munch walked up our steps and met us outside.

"Love you, Av! Love you, Sam! Love you, Jo!" Mom called as I closed the door and walked Jordan to her stop. She met her friends outside and then Sam, Deanna, Dalton and I walked to where our bus would pick us up.

We finally arrived at Southern Manhattan Middle School. Dalton headed for the sixth grade unit, Deanna went to the seventh grade unit, and Sam and I headed for the eighth grade unit. As I opened my locker, a note fell out of my locker. Mysteriously, I opened it and began reading:

Avery,

I need your help! Meet me by the big tree at lunch today...URGENT!

3,

Taylor

I folded up the note and followed Sam to my first period class, ready to see what Taylor needed my help with.

Well, whatcha think? Too lame? Well, chapter two will be up soon!