*Hey all, new story! So I love the show, Law and Order: SVU, and wanted to put the toy story crew into that universe. So for this story, it is strictly human characters and set in Los Angeles. Woody and Jessie are detectives at SVU, Bo is married to Woody and works as a LA 911 operator and they have a daughter, named Madeline and a son named Thomas. Buzz is married to Jessie and is in the air force as an aerospace engineer. They have a son named John. That's all for now. On to the story.*

In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.

225 N Monroe, 7:15 pm, Thursday, March 16th

"You need to get out, Sid." A woman said, blocking the TV.

"Don't tell me what to do, woman. Sid said, a beer can in his hand. Move out of the way, you old hag!"

"You're drunk, again. You came home drunk last night, stumbling in at late hours, being loud and obnoxious. You are lazy, arrogant, and I have had it with your negative attitude!"

"You don't move your ass right now Lauren, you're going to get much worse than my attitude!"

"Enough of your open ended threats. They don't scare me." She waited a moment and went over to the switch on the TV, turning it off. Sid threw the remote at her head, but Lauren ducked.

"You bitch! Turn that back on."

"Get out of my house, Sid."

"Your house? No, no, sweetheart, this is my house!"

"It's my house, you lazy bastard! It's in my name because I am the one who took out a loan for it, cause you couldn't make enough money to help out. You make nothing at the dump. I am the one working my ass off here to provide for this house and our daughter, who may I remind you, is sick and getting worse!"

"I know how sick she is! How dare you stand there and say that to me? I put in thirty five hours a week, making $15 an hour. That is plenty for you and Olivia!"

"Really? Then where is it, Sid? I haven't seen a penny because you spend your entire paycheck on beer and gambling!" He jumped up and smacked her across the face.

"You went through my browsing history again? I told you to stay off my computer, you ungrateful wench!"

"Well it's not like you hide it. It's in plain sight, along with the multiple texts from that woman three doors down from us. Didn't think I'd find out about the whore you've been nailing behind my back, did you, you two timing piece of shit?" He shoved her against the wall, knocking over the bookshelf and breaking a vase. She lifted her arm. Blood was running down it from a gash by her wrist. She glared at him. "Get out, get the hell out, right now!"

"I don't think so." Sid said. He walked to the fridge and opened another beer.

"Sid I swear, if you don't leave right now, I will call the police."

"Talk about open ended threats, Lauren. You have said you would call the police multiple times, but you never act on it." With that, Lauren reached for her cell, but Sid grabbed it and threw it to the floor, cracking the screen.

"Can't call them if you don't have a phone." Sid said. He rushed at her and grabbed her throat. "Now listen, you..."

"Mommy? Mommy!" A little girl yelled from upstairs. Sid let go of Lauren's throat.

"Mommy's busy, sweetheart!" He yelled.

"Don't you speak to my daughter!" Lauren yelled, stomping on his foot. She picked up her phone, which still worked and began to dial 911. "Last chance. Get the fuck out of my house, now. Five seconds."

"Fine, I'm going. But once I walk out that door, I'm gone. Don't expect me to come back. See how you'll get by without me." He took a six pack out of the fridge and went out the back. Lauren sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Taking the first aid kit from under the sink, she cleaned her wound and went upstairs to her daughter, who was coughing up a storm.

"Oh Liv, it's okay baby, it's okay. Lauren said, soothing her. Deep breaths baby." She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out an inhaler. "Here, take two puffs." She did. Olivia was born with Dysplasia and spent a few months in the NICU until her lungs were fully developed. Her doctor said she may experience problems later on in her life, and here at the age of nine, she has had bronchitis twice and Asthma. Lauren feared for her daughter, and Sid didn't even care. Her marriage was falling apart; in fact it had been for a while now. She needed help, and she knew just who to call. Picking up her phone, she dialed a number.

"Hannah, it's Lauren. Do you remember that divorce attorney you told me about? Can I have his number? Yeah, it's your brother again. This time, I'm leaving him for good, and I'm getting custody of Olivia. Yes, of course you'll still be my friend. It's not your fault your brother is this way. Okay, thanks. Have a good night." She hung up and a text came in with a name in number. It was time to end this once and for all.

*So far so good? Just wait, I have another chapter!*