Disclaimer: I don't own Law and Order: SVU. It is the property of its respective owners. If I did own the show, then there it would be about the detectives fighting crimes, while riding on dragons.

Chapter Twenty Three

It's Like a Drug Deal *dun dun*

It was a Sunday afternoon, and it was Nick's day off of work. He planned on doing absolutely nothing but sit on the couch, with nothing but his sweatpants and some snacks (and beer), watch the ballgame and sleep for the rest of the day; it seemed like a flawless day... however, coming into the living room was his wife Maria, carrying her usual expression. Seemed like forever since he last seen her smile, as a matter of fact, he didn't recall anytime where she has.

Regardless, she stood behind the television with her hands on her waist and told him, "Nick, I need you to do something for me."

"Maria, could it wait for a few hours?" he replied, as he tried moving back and forth to see the television.

"No, it can't! I need you to go to the store to pick some things up for me."

She gave him a list of items she desired, but what he really wanted to do was watch the game. He knew all too well that arguing with her was going to take as long as the game, so it seemed simpler just to make a quick run at the store and get back to his original plans. Missing some of the game was worth more that missing the entire game – it depends.

At the grocery store, Nick had quickly scoured around trying to find the right thing for his wife, which ranged from chocolate, to pillows to a lot of various items that he never bothered to take a second guess or opinion. Before he went to the counter, he wanted to make sure he got everything that was there.

"Let's see..." he murmured, going through the list and what he had in his basket, "Yep. Got everything I need to-"

And then, he looked at the very bottom of the list and found something else, something no man should get – tampons. Nick stared with horror in his eyes, when he saw this. He hoped that he didn't have to do this again. Sometime later, Nick bought the other items at the grocery store, intentionally forgetting to buy the dreaded item. Rather than sucking it up and buying them, he went the high road and found himself elsewhere to buy them.

Somehow, he found himself in a dark alley in the South Bronx, wearing shades and a wad of money in his pocket. He was there to meet up with his right hand man to provide the product for him; emerging from the shadows, was Amanda – who was also wearing shades, and a hooded sweatshirt. Now none of this made sense at all.

"You got the money?" Amanda asked, without looking at him; as was he.

"You got the stuff?" He replied. She flashed the boxes and with no hesitation, Nick handed her the money. As soon as she counted the money, she gave him the stuff and the moment he got it from her, Nick's plan was the get the hell out of there fast.

Later that day, Nick rushed back in the house, tossing everything he bought for his wife and went over to watch the rest of the game. But it ended.

Christmas Is a Time To Share *dun dun*

It was Christmas Day in New York, which if you think about it, is serious business. Everybody was enjoying the Christmas festivities, ripping open their gifts – depends if they already have, and in some cases, they got heavily drunk. Somewhere in Manhattan, Casey was waltzing around her apartment singing Christmas carols, in a rather explicit hip-hop type fashion; unlike Olivia, she was able to comfortably adjust with the fact that she's also lonely around the holidays.

And then she heard someone knocking on the door, all of a sudden; Casey believed that it was perhaps one of her neighbors to complain about the noise she was making (They usually counter her rowdiness by playing louder music, or use ear plugs.), so she walked over to see who it was. To her surprise, she was greeted by Alex, her best friend that was wearing all red for this occasion.

"Merry Christmas!" Alex shouted, hugging her buddy tight.

Separating the rather uncomfortable hug, Casey said, "Merry Christmas, Alex. I'm happy you finally came."

"Yeah but before I start, I need to ask: Why is so loud in here?"

Casey rushed over to turn off the music, which was becoming a little of a nuisance and let her inside. At some point later on, the two spend the entire morning talking, drinking, plotting several schemes that may be illegal – but mostly they drank throughout the day. After the finished a discussion about 17th century rifles, Casey felt like giving Alex her Christmas present; but it was also fueled by the fact that Alex herself had a few gifts of her own.

They sat down on the floor, right aside from the Christmas tree as they exchanged gifts to one another. Alex noticed the vast amount of gifts around the tree, which prompted her to ask, "Hey, what is with all of these other gifts? About most of them aren't even marked."

"Yeah, those belong to the others. I called them and said I have gifts for them, but they haven't showed up." she explained, "If they don't come, I'll either give them away, take them back, or burn them outside the building. Either one would work."

Alex nodded, although she was a bit concerned about why they didn't show up. Either way, she shrugged and handed Casey her present, and said, "Here's your present, Casey."

"And here's yours, Alex." she replied; they opened them at the same time – but their reactions were different. Casey was ecstatic when she opened her gift, which was a stuffed dinosaur. She hugged it and squealed out of excitement and said, "A stuffed dinosaur?! Oh my god, I love it! Thank you so much, Alex!"

Casey reached over and hugged Alex, who wasn't content with her gift – which was a block of marijuana. She looked rather confused as Casey held her tight, and ran to her bedroom so she could introduce her new stuffed dinosaur to the other ones.

Meanwhile, Alex looked up and down at the block of pot and exclaimed, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Dressing Up Is Serious Business. Seriously. *dun dun*

On a Saturday afternoon, with no clear, explainable reason, Alex and Casey were paying their friend Olivia a little visit, since she took the time to blow up their phones with constant texts and phone calls; it can definitely be said that her only intention was to do something completely idiotic. But then again, neither had anything better to do in the first place; for Alex, it was either come here or train her army of turtles.

As for Casey, it was this or smoke weed. It seemed like almost everything she did was get high and try cases – as long as it didn't hurt anybody.

They banged on the apartment door, only for it to open slowly. They glanced at each other for a second to see if they both saw the same thing, and walked in the apartment. They searched around the place, both of them calling out her name. Everything was there, except for Olivia. But out of nowhere, Olivia leaped out in front of them; something that startled them so much, Alex reacted by pointing her gun at her face. It was likely that it wasn't licensed, but who cares.

Olivia fell to the ground and pleaded, "Please, don't shoot!"

Alex took an exhale and put away her gun, and told the detective, "Liv, you know you can't scare me like that. I was this close to putting a bullet in your face."

"Now that we've made sure no one has a bullet in their ass," Casey chimed in, then asked, "Why are we here, Olivia? Do you need us to get the monsters out from under your bed?"

When she heard the word "monsters", Olivia flinched and said, "Where? I told Elliot that they were back!"

"So what is so important that you had to drag me and Alex over here?"

She calmed down fast, and got to the reason why she brought them there in the first place. She walked over to her closet, whist she explained, "Well you see, I recently came across a convention and I thought we can go there dressed like this!"

Olivia turned around and unveiled three costumes. It didn't take Alex and Casey anymore than a second to realize that those three costumes were grown versions of The Powerpuff Girls. They looked at her with stern expressions, indicating how displeased they were; Olivia stared at them blankly, still holding them in her hand.

"Why in the hell are you trying to make us wear those?" Alex groaned.

"I want the three of us to cosplay as The Powerpuff Girls." she explained briefly.

Realizing how stupid and odd that would be, Alex shook her head, while Casey was confused. To which she asked, "Wait? What is cosplay?"

"Cosplay is an excuse to dress up as their favorite characters on days, other than Halloween. Also known as Japan's unnecessary, and highly superfluous gift sent to us Americans." Alex snidely explained to her red headed friend. While she was against the idea of cosplay, she was open to dressing up apparently, "So since you have them out, have you decided how this should go?"

"I have a thought." Casey spoke out, "I'll be Blossom, Alex will be Bubbles and Liv will be Buttercup."

Olivia glared at Casey, turned around while holding on the red one, and said sternly, "I want to be Blossom."

"No, Olivia!" Alex protested, "Casey will be Buttercup, I will be Blossom and you will be Bubbles."

Seeing the hostility that was building up, Casey walked over to them and suggested, "Shouldn't we play this out based on hair color? Because I'm the redhead, Alex is the blonde and Olivia is the brunette."

"No! Shut up, Casey!" Alex and Olivia hissed in unison.

It seems extremely weird that these three women know a kid's show, and are fighting over whom they should play. But yet again, does is really matter?

Deteriorating Popularity *dun dun*

Inside the SVU squad room on a Thursday afternoon, it was suspiciously quiet for police precinct at this time of day. There weren't that many people in the squad room at that time so when you think about it, one may assume that they are out handling police business – either that or there was another dead frog outside; usually it's a possum, but it is all the same. Captain Cragen noticed this all too well, exiting his office and seeing only Olivia on her computer.

He didn't want to go over there for obvious reasons, because there was the chance that she was searching for porn again. Either way, Cragen shrugged and walked over to Olivia, who was simply browsing a website, that occasionally, had pictures.

He stood next to her and asked, "Benson, what are you doing?"

His question wasn't in the usual tone, as it was more interested. Olivia turned around and replied, "Nothing. I'm just angry as all."

"Why are you angry?" he inquired, raising an eye brow. He took a better look at the site and asked, "Are you on TV Tropes?"

She spun back to her monitor and asked her captain, "Yes, that's why I'm angry. Captain, why aren't we featured on this site?! I mean, we work hard just like these other fan fictions, how come we don't have a page dedicated to our story?"

"I guess we're not popular or important as those other stories." said Cragen.

Olivia got up from her desk chair and leaped onto her desk and loudly proclaimed, "I swear, I will fix this injustice! I will have our story featured, mentioned, and/or recommended on this website, so then everyone will know about our tales. I will assemble the masses and I will not rest until we receive our fucking retribution!"

"Well, good luck with that." he told her, walking back into his office. Her journey to have the story on TV Tropes begins here...

What's Going On? (Infidelity parody) *dun dun*

Walking into the squad room early that afternoon, Alex returned to see what the detectives wanted from her – usually something that involved one of their investigations, but we won't get into further details of course. But as she walked through the hallway, she noticed that some of the officers and detectives were acting rather odd when they saw her walking around in the precinct, making her wonder what was so fascinating about her to them.

As she entered the squad room, the first person who came to greet her was Captain Cragen, who was a bit concerned about one thing. He walked over and told her, "Alex, where the hell have you been? You're late to work again."

That made no sense to Alex, to which she rebutted, "What are you talking about, captain? I don't work here."

"Well either way, I need you and Sergeant Tutuola to go out to Harlem."

Something about that sentence didn't click right, so Alex turned to Fin and exclaimed, "Since when did you get promoted, Fin?"

"I don't even know." he shrugged.

It got stranger from there, as Olivia came and approached her in a weird manner. She hugged her tight, and refused to let her go. While Alex tried to break free, Olivia cried out, "Oh Alex, it's so nice to see you again. I thought it would be difficult for you to come back, considering this is where you got shot."

"What? Liv, the only time I was shot was by drug dealers." she explained, "And it wasn't in this squad room?"

"Why are you denying everything that has happened?" Olivia inquired, "You may be dealing with trauma after what happened."

Matters turned worse, when Munch joined in on this rather strange performance. He walked over to Alex, placing an hand on her shoulder, and he greeted, "Oh hello, detective. Glad to see you're back, so how is everything and most of all, how is Suzaku holding up?"

Alex didn't know if this was either a mindless prank, or they were actually serious. She was to the point where she was highly annoyed, so she had to clarify several things with them, "Okay, first of all, I am not a detective! Secondly, I wasn't shot in this squad room. And lastly, who the hell is Suzaku?"

Cragen walked over to her and he told her, "Don't worry, Alex. We'll make sure you two deserve justice for what happened to you both. We owe that to you two."

She was flustered and annoyed even more, she tried to muster an rebuttal to these unusual things that they've been telling her. Their looks of concern were surprisingly sincere, they actually believed that all these things are true and they actually happened. Unable to retaliate, Alex walked out of the squad room all together. She hoped that everything that they were talking about wasn't true as they thought. But yet again, it could be. Or not.

"What's wrong with her, captain?" Munch asked him.

"She's living in a state of denial. Can't blame her, I wouldn't want to relive the events either."

Chances are Alex was not going to hear the end of this.

End of Chapter Twenty Three