This is my story I have been working on since Presidents' Day. It is based off of three shows and my real life, my real family, my real teachers, and my real friends. This story takes place when Olivia Benson, Alex Cabot, Rebecca Hendrix, George Huang, Jack McCoy, John Munch, Casey Novak, Mike Sandoval, Elliot Stabler, Fin Tutuola, and Melinda Warner were teenagers. Olivia wasn't a product of rape, though, and she has a sister and two brothers. Also, the six teachers are Mrs. Eames (history), Ms. Wheeler (Language Arts/English), Mr. Goren (science), Mr. Branch (math), and Mr. Logan (P.E.).

This story includes people from Law & Order Special Victims Unit (SVU), Law & Order Criminal Intent (CI), and Law & Order, and even though this story has characters from all three shows, I do not consider this as a CI crossover.

Olivia Benson, American Teenager

Chapter 1

It is Friday. My favorite day of the week. Who doesn't love Fridays? Especially when I have no homework and I am having a party with all of my closest friends. By the way, my name is Olivia Benson. I am almost thirteen and in eleventh grade at Stockton High School in Stockton, California. I have neckish-length chestnut brown hair with natural blonde high-lights that usually flips up at the ends. (I make it do that on purpose.) My eyes are dark blue-gray, I'm five-six, pretty tan (with freckles), and people say I have a 'big mouth' because I talk a lot. (I'm really good at keeping secrets, though!) I love wearing a lot of black eye-liner, texting, and The B-52s.

"Remember Monday we're starting our group projects on America," my first and sixth (which is my last) period teacher Mrs. Eames tells my class and I while she is standing behind her desk at the front of the room, putting her shoulder-length light brown hair in a ponytail. "And don't forget you weekends' assignment – have a fantastic weekend class!"

I turn to one of my best friends, Alex Cabot. We both smile. The bell rings and my class – all of being either juniors or seniors – get up from our desks and headed to the door.

"Hi Liv. Hi Alex," my other best friend Casey Novak greets Alex and I at our ugly green lockers on the bottom level.

"Hey hey," Alex and I respond.

"Hey!" two voices behind us exclaim, causing us to jump. We turn around. Elliot Stabler and George Huang are standing behind us, huge smiles covering their faces.

"Jerk!" I turn around and playfully push Elliot.

"So what's up guys?" Casey giggles.

"Nothing much. Ready for the weekend," Elliot answers, opening his locker, which was about three down from mine.

"I love weekends," George comments, looking directly at Casey.

"Ditto," Casey agrees, meeting his eyes.

"Are you guys ready for the party tonight?" I ask them.

"You know it," Elliot adds sweetly, looking into my eyes with his gorgeous deep blue ones, causing me to blush. He gives me a hug. My face turns even redder. "See you tonight."

"Adios guys," Alex tells them.

"See ya George," Casey adds.

We wave. With Alex on my right and Case on my left, the three of us walk the way Alex and I had walked from our sixth period. We cross the little kid's playground, talking about the things we would do tonight. Then, as we pass the baseball fields behind the school, Casey looks around.

"So, do you two know who I like?" Casey asks us.

Alex and I turn to each other and wink."You like someone, Case?" I joke.

"Who?" Alex questions sarcastically.

"George." Casey smiles.

"No way!" I exclaim, giggling.

"I like Rookie," Alex admits.

"No way!" I repeat seriously, this time joined by Casey.

"Way." Alex looks down. She seems embarrassed.

"But you're dating Jack!" I reply, my eyes growing wide.

"And he's dating Becca," Casey states.

I made a face. I don't like Becca all that much.

"I know. And I don't think Rookie likes me back, anyways." Alex continues looking away from us.

"Who do you like, Liv?" Casey asks me.

I do not want to answer, but they are my best friends. "Honestly? I think Elliot is super crazy sexy."

"No WAY!" Casey mocks me. I guess this is karma.

"You two are always flirting!" Alex adds. "You two would look SO cute together!"

Alex and Casey keep talking about Elliot and me. Almost home, I tell myself. Across the street from where we are standing is my house. The big, four bedroom, two and a half bath, white two-story I call my home is a corner house in a quiet neighborhood. Even though I have lived here most of my life (we moved here a few months after Adam was born) I don't know many of my neighbors. This is probably because there aren't many kids on my street. Anyways, you can see the field that is connected to the back of the school from our front lawn because the school is literally less than a block away, so my walks are usually fairly short.

"Hi, Mom," I greet my mom as I walk inside.

"Hey Mrs. Benson." Alex and Casey are right behind me.

"Hello girls," my mom responds as we run up the stairs. "Where are you three going?"

I stop. Alex and Casey keep running up the stairs. "Upstairs to get ready for the party. You and Dad are still going to be gone tonight, right?"

"Yes," she says, wishing we had never made our deal. "If your dad and I come home and this place is a mess or anything is broken-"

"I'm dead," I finish, laughing. I continue walking up the stairs.

By the time I am finally up there, Alex and Casey are already sitting on my bed in the room my older sister Emily and I share. (It's literally HUGE. It's the biggest room in the house and it even has a walk-in closet!) I grab a towel and walk into the bathroom right next to my room to take my shower. I lock the door, start the water, and start getting undressed. When I look at the window, I notice the blinds were down and the screen was open. As I walk to it – singing 'Pump' by The B-52's – I see someone walking towards my house, and that person was none other than Elliot Stabler. My jaw drops. He looks so cute in his party outfit, wearing a black v-neck under a blue and black flannel and skinny jeans. Then I realize what is going on. I hope he doesn't notice me.

"Olivia?" He looks up and sees me. Shit.

"OhemGEEEE!" I shout, trying to close the blinds.

"Are you okay in there?" my two best friends ask from behind the door.

"I'll tell you when I get out," I sigh, finally getting the blinds down.

…

I ended up ending my shower sooner than I had originally wanted to, mostly because Elliot arrived way sooner than I had expected.

As I walk into my room, I see Alex and Casey sitting on my bed talking and watching television, already dressed in their party clothes: Alex wearing a short, dark denim skirt and a tight, long-sleeved, black shirt with little silver and gold stars all over it, and Casey wearing a pair of dark purple skinny jeans and a tight, short-sleeved, white shirt covered in hearts of every bright color and a jacket over it. They even had my outfit lying on my bed to Alex's right: a short, black skirt, a tight, long-sleeved red turtleneck, and a black and white polka dot vest.

"Is Elliot here?" I ask them the second I had returned from getting dressed in the bathroom. (I'm a prude about changing in front of other people, even my best friends.)

"Downstairs," Alex answers. "So what happened?"

"It made you shout 'OMG' so it must be big," Casey adds.

"Well," I began. It takes me about five minutes to tell my friends the story.

"Oh. So that's why his face was kind of red and his expression was kind of guilty when Casey and I answered the door!" Alex exclaims.

"What are you going to say to him?" Casey asked me.

"I'm not sure… What should say?" I reply. I am beginning to get nervous.

"How about something like 'If you tell a single sole I will kill you'," Casey suggests in a dark voice, smiling.

I push her, laughing.

…

By the time Alex, Casey, and I get downstairs, my parents, Adam (my younger brother), and Jake (my older brother) are already gone. Emily is downstairs on the couch making out with her boyfriend John Munch, and every member of S.A.A. is there.

"Hey guys," Alex, Casey, and I greet our friends.