I realize this chapter is a little short. The next ones will be longer. Please Read and review. This is my first fanfic

Disclaimer: I am only borrowing the wonderful characters that are part of the lovechild of Dick Wolf's mind, Law and Order SVU.

Olivia sat at the bar sipping her drink. It was her first hurricane and her first time in New Orleans. The city mesmerized her. New York was all about the hustle and bustle but New Orleans was about slowing down and enjoying life. She liked it here. It didn't remind her of him. She had only been here for a few days but she already felt the cities character and love for its people. Detective Kinler walked into Friar Tucks and pulled himself up onto the bar stool next the Olivia.

"So Benson, you think you're gonna like bein' my partner?" he asked.

"I think so." she replied. "I don't really know you yet so I can't give you an honest opinion."

"Bene, Bene, Bene, you are supposed to just say yes." he chuckled.

"Ok," she mumbled as she slurped the last drop out her drink from the bottom the glass, "these are really good. I think I'll have another."

"Here you go bebe," the bartender said as she slid another hurricane down the bar to Olivia.

"Watch out," warned Kinler, "those things are deadly."

THE NEXT MORNING

Olivia stumbled across the living room bumping into boxes looking for that one box where she packed up her medicine cabinet. Her head was pounding and she needed and Advil. How did these people drink like that every night? Today was her first day on the job. She had been by the office yesterday and met her new partner, Detective Kinler, and her new boss, Captain Leveau. Having a woman boss would definitely be a change. The hardest part so far was understanding everyone when they spoke. Their accents are so thick. Since she is fluent in French, she was able to catch some of the mangled French words that people threw into conversation.

Finally she discovered the bottle of Advil and a few minutes later she found the coffee maker. The smell of coffee flooded the shotgun house. While she was filing two thermoses with coffee she heard a knock at the door. Detective Kinler was sitting on the porch swing when she opened the front door and stepped out with her coffee.

"Here ya go," she said handing him a thermos, "I made a pot of coffee."

"Well thanks Bene!" he said with a bog grin on his face. Kinler was about 6'2" tall, medium build, with dark hair. He had piercing baby blue eyes and a ridiculously goofy grin that caused Olivia to giggle when her smiled at her.

"Why do you call me Bene? Is that a southern thing or something?"

"Nah, its just a nickname. I mean, if you don't like it I can call you something else like Olivia, Liv..."

She cut him off. "No, no, its fine. I was just curious. Let's get to work."

The precinct that she was assigned to was on Magazine street about fifteen blocks away. She really liked the neighborhood. Maybe it wouldn't have as many creep as New York. She was just settling in when Kinler walked in.

"Hey Bene! We caught a case."

"Alright. Let's go," she said.

"Do you have an overnight bag packed?"

"No. Why?" she said in a very confused tone.

"Well, the case we caught is out of our district. We are being pulled to lend a hand as a favor to the governor since our crime lab is already handling the evidence. There was an incident at the Farm. Some inmate got the jump on a guard or something. I don't know all the details."

"The Farm?" she asked, still confused. "Where is the Farm?"

"Oh. That's what we call Angola prison. It's about three hours north of here. Com'on. We will stop by your house and you can grab a bag. I have a feelin' we might be there for a few."