Disclaimer: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit belongs to NBC and Dick Wolf.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in New York City. In Miami, Florida, however, a storm was brewing, and news reports had been issuing hurricane warnings and hurricane watches left and right. The coastal, calm city was in chaos. And so was Alexandra Cabot. But her turmoil stemmed from an entirely different source.
"Where is that briefing on the Rockland case? It was supposed to be on my desk yesterday!" Alex shouted to her secretary, Martha, who looked extremely frightened of her employer.
"It is on your desk, Ms. Cabot. I placed it there myself an hour ago." Martha replied timidly.
Alex shuffled through the mound of papers and files on her desk, finally coming up with the briefing. She looked up to see Martha standing in the doorway.
"What are you still doing here?" Alex said, annoyed. Martha mumbled something incoherant, and quickly scurried out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Damn secretary," Alex muttered to herself.
Ten minutes later, she heard a knock on the door.
"What do you want?" she shouted.
"Somebody is a little grouchy this morning." John Munch said as he walked in. "But who can blame you? Bad weather can effect thousands of people, even on the other side of the country. But it's not our fault. The government, in an attempt to throw the population in complete chaos, use their ultra rays to mess with the natural balance of the universe to send storms, rain, hurricanes, and tsunamis to throw people's natural balance out of whack, so they can-"
He narrowly missed the large paperweight flying towards his head.
A half hour of silence passed. And then...
Knock. Knock.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" she yelled.
"Is that any way to greet the detective who just handed you a slam-dunk case last week," Elliot Stabler remarked with a grin, opening the door and stepping in Alex's office.
"Again, what do you want?" she questioned.
"I just stopped by to congratulate you on the Johanasan case. And to bring you a cup of coffee." He placed the cup on the desk.
Alex picked the cup up, took a swallow, and spit it out.
"Hickory!" she said loudly. "You know I don't drink hickory!" And she splashed the coffee on his suit. "Plus it's cold!"
"I...just...I wanted..." he stuttered, at a loss for words.
"Go! I have work to do!" she bellowed.
He couldn't get out fast enough.
Not more then five minutes later, the door to the office opened. Alex looked up to see Olivia Benson standing there.
"Now what?" she questioned harshly.
"Well, I-" Olivia started, but was interrupted.
"This better not be about some government conspiracy about the weather, or some cheeky remarks about how you're the best detective ever, or to bring me some disgusting, cold coffee!"
"Well, I was just wondering-you see, I have this case, and I could really use a favor-" Olivia was interrupted again.
"How many favors do you people think I have?" Alex said, standing up from behind the desk.
"Well-"
"Eventually I'm going to run out of 'favors'. And that's just going to be too damn bad for you. Now I have work to do, and if one more person stops by this office, I'll be the one on trial for the murder of a detective!"
Olivia took off like a shot.
The squad was sitting around the precinct, idly doing paperwork, while the radio played gently in the background. The song that was playing came to an end, and the Live Weather Report started. Elliot turned the volume up.
"Here's your live weather report on KG67. Hurricane Alexandra has made touchdown in southern Florida. Yes, folks, you heard that right-the first hurricane of the season is Alexandra..."