Disclaimer: If I owned Brian Cassidy or anyone else in the SVU cast, would I really need seasons 1 and 2 on DVD for my birthday? No. I think not. The other... four, i think, however, are mine, so if you really wanna steal them, go ahead. Just give me some warning first, all right?

SCREEEEEEEEECH! Brian was forced to grip the dashboard in front of him in order to remain in his seat. He had made the mistake of riding with Sam, who was more than a little hyped up on caffeine that morning.

"Woo hoo!" she cheered, pumping her fists in the air. "That was fun!"

Brian stared at her.

"How was that fun? We almost got killed!"

Sam smiled, a hint of insanity sparkling in her eyes.

"Nah, I know how to drive. Trust me, we had another good ten inches before we would have hit that truck."

Before Brian had the chance to protest, however, a uniformed police officer knocked on the driver's side window of their car. Sam lowered the object in question and waited for a response.

"You with Narc?"

"No," Sam said, opening the door and stepping out, allowing the sarcasm that was dripping from her voice to form a puddle on the asphalt, "We're from Vice. Yes we're with Narc, Detectives Carson and Cassidy. What do you got?"

Brian had to repress an amused chuckle as they followed the uniform to the crime scene. There, on the ground, was a high school looking boy, dressed in all black, dead. Brian took a moment to compose himself while Sam started immediately for the boy's arm.

With one swift movement, she had the sleeve up and forearm exposed, revealing more track marks than Brian had ever seen on one person before.

"Ah," she said dryly, "Nothing like the smell of cocaine at" - she paused and checked her watch - "7:30 in the morning. Is there anything more to this?"

The uniform which, up until this point, had not been providing any information whatsoever, sprang into gear.

"We think he might have been a member of a drug smuggling ring that's been transporting raw cocaine in and out of the country for some time now. It's possible that-" He was cut off as Sam stood up sharply.

"Do you have any evidence whatsoever to back up that claim?"

The uniform stopped, at a loss for words.

"Well, um, we-"

"Not good enough. Do you know where this supposed ring is based?"

The uniform shook his head slowly.

"Do you even know what this kid's name is?" The level of frustration in her voice was becoming clearly apparent.

"Well...no..."

"No? No? Did you even look?" Without waiting for an answer, Sam reached into the boy's pocket and pulled out a leather wallet. Less than thirty seconds of searching produced an ID card. "What do we have here? Oh look, Bradley Thompson, age seventeen, a senior at P.S. 119. What stunning detective work you've done here, officer."

The officer suddenly found his shoes to be very interesting. Sam sighed in exasperation.

"Detective Cassidy, would you be so kind as to explain to this nice man here what the chances of this kid being at the center of a drug smuggling operation when he attends school full time is?"

Brian was momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change in attention, but he managed to recover quickly.

"Zero to none."

"Zero to none," Sam echoed, not sounding very impressed at all with New York's finest. "And for that you feel the need to pull me out of my nice, warm bed and waste a full hour and a half of my time?"

Brian ingeniously refrained from pointing out that she had already been awake for some time when the call came in. The uniform, in the meantime, had flushed a very pretty shade of red and was ringing his hat in his hands.

"Yes..." he replied in a very small voice.

"Mm. And this won't happen again, now will it, officer?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good. That's what I thought. Now, really, for this I should report you to your supervisor, but, ya know, that really requires quite a bit of effort, and I'm feeling a bit sluggish this morning. I don't suppose you'd happen to have any of that yummy coffee I know you cops are so fond of in that car of yours, now would ya?"

The uniform stared at Sam for a moment in shocked surprise before responding.

"Yes..."

"Good. Gimme."

As was to be expected, the uniform wasn't the only one staring at her now.

"Did I stutter? I said give it to me."

The uniform stood there for another fraction of a second before hurrying off to his squad car to grant her request. In his absence, Brian took the opportunity to ask a question.

"Can you really do that?"

Sam grinned.

"Technically, not supposed to, but he's a noob, and I usually cut them some slack. How would you like it if the first day on the job I reported you for not gathering basic evidence?"

"That would not be good." Brian agreed.

"Exactly. Which is precisely why I just scare 'em a little bit and take their coffee."

As she spoke the words, the uniform came rushing back, cup of coffee in hand.

"Here you go, ma'am."

"Thank you. Now make sure this kind of thing never happens again, all right?"

The uniform nodded frantically but remained where he was standing.

"You can go now." Sam said, giving him a strange look. And inform that kid's parents, all right?"

He nodded frantically again and scampered off. Sam rolled her eyes.

"Noobs..." she muttered, exasperated. She turned back to Brian and said, "So, you ready to head out?"

Brian nodded, still a bit unsure of what he had just witnessed.

"All right, let's go, then." With that, the two of them climbed back into the car, one ignoring the other's protests that she shouldn't be allowed to drive in populated areas.

SCREEEEEEEEEEECH!

"Wow, that stop sign just popped out of nowhere, huh?"

All right, yeah, the smart ones among you realized that this is totally a filler chapter, since I needed to write something and it didn't progress that plot AT ALL. Don't look forward to the next chapter for a while yet, since I really have NO idea WHATSOEVER what's happening after this. Peace!