A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song When Did Your Heart Go Missing by Rooney.

When Did Your Heart Go Missing

"Is this Jodi Munch?"

"Yes it is." Jodi smiled, finally glad that someone had gotten her name correct.

"Hi, I'm calling on behalf of Alberta Ferretti."

"I'm listening." Jodi sat down with the phone.

"Feretti is doing a photoshoot next week for the 2011 fall collection and we need new faces. Someone said your name and Ferretti wants to book you for a go-see."

"Oh! Well, what day and time?"

"Next Tuesday at three. Bring your headshots."

"Okay, thankyou."

"We will look forward to seeing you."

Jodi hung up the phone before getting off the couch and walking up the stairs to their room.

"John! Baby!" she exclaimed before throwing open the bedroom door.

John was sitting on the floor, all of his shoes spread around him and his shirt pretty much covered in shoe polish.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"Cleaning my shoes. What does it look like I'm doing?"

Jodi rolled her eyes. It actually seemed as though he cared about shoes more than she did. And she loved shoes more than Carrie Bradshaw.

"Well, I just got a call, and a designer wants me to go to a go-see next week."

John looked up, putting one of his shoes down.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes." Jodi gushed, walking over to him before sitting down, pressing her forhead against his.

"My wife. The model. And dancer. And actress."

"Don't forget mother." she smiled before kissing him.

He put a hand on her face, accidently smearing black polish across her jaw.

"Sorry."

She giggled, before inhaling before pushing herself off the ground.

"Jesus. Is this how it feels to be morbidly obese?" she panted, bending over and trying to catch her breath.

John chuckled, watching her leave.

"Need any help down there?" he asked.

"Uh, no. I'm just finishing unpacking all these wedding gifts then the guys are going to come back to finish working on the rooms downstairs."

"When are you going to let me see them?" John asked.

Jodi turned around and smiled.

"When they're done."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me...did you know that Sigourney Weaver lives across the street from you?"

Jodi nodded.

"...Sigourney Weaver. Aliens. Avatar. The Sigourney Weaver."

"Yes John I was aware."

"Well...thanks for telling me."

"Let me guess, you want an autograph."

"Well-"

"I'll do you one better. I'll have her over for lunch."

"Why are you duct-taping the cat?" Anthony asked as he watched Betsy, sitting on the floor of her living room in nothing but a pair of black panties as she put duct-tape on her cat.

"I'm getting the lint out of his furrrrr." she said slowly.

Anthony sat down on the floor. Both of them were as high as soon. Betsy barely even knew where she was, and for Anthony...well the walls were moving.

He and Betsy had spent the past 24 hours locked in her penthouse suite, getting high as hell, eating everything in sight, and watching porn. She was like the brother he never had. Except hotter. But still not interested in having sex with him.

"I like the cat." he laid down, resting his face on the carpet. It was so soft. So very very soft. Like laying on a bed of cotton.

"Pepper he likes you Pepper." she said before crawling over to him, the cat bolting away.

She lay down beside him. The smell of pot lingered all over the both of them, and if either walked within 20 miles of a cop they would get busted.

"Want to know a secret?" Betsy asked, rolling over on her stomach and stretching out her arms in front of her.

"Sure." Anthony rested a head on her back. There was a red and black dragon tattooed across her pale skin. He ran his finger ups the scales which appeared to to be moving.

"I...have always had this huge crush on your sister." she whispered, looking around.

"Who hasn't?" Anthony said, tilting his head. The colors on her back were so amazing. They looked like some kind of marvelous candy. He opened his mouth before licking her back.

"It doesn't taste like candy." he frowned.

"I have candyy." she groaned before getting up and stumbling over to her kitchen before falling down on the ground.

Maybe a friendship was better than a girlfriend.

"Everything is looking great so far. Are you guys excited?"

Jodi grasped John's hand and smiled as Kristina cleaned off her stomach, pulling her shirt back down.

"Now, I'm going to tell you this now. When you hit eight months because of the high risk pregnancy you guys will have to stop having sex. And hopefully you weren't planning on flying anywhere anytime soon."

They both looked at each other as soon as she mentioned sex. Jodi knew it had to happen sometime but...she kind of hoped it wouldn't.

"You've got a good one and a half months until you get there though, so don't look so flustered." Kristina chuckled, patting Jodi's hand.

"Thanks." Jodi smiled, sitting up and pulling her sweater back on. John helped her back to her feet.

"The receptionist will set up your next appointment. Great seeing you guys again."

"You too." John grabbed Jodi's hand, pulling her out of the room.

They set up their next appointment, before walking outside to the car, which was parked on te curb. As soon as they got inside Jodi grabbed his arm, her fingers wrapped so tightly he was sure she was going to break it.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I...it just came to me. The names." she turned to him, her eyes wide.

"What names?" John asked, looking at her as though she had just sprouted antlers.

"For our kids." she said.

"Oh...well...shoot."

"Well, for the girls...I was thinking one of them could be Ophelia, after my grandmother and the other Nicolette."

"Nicolette and Ophelia Munch. Huh." John mulled it over. Ophelia was in fact quite unothodox but it was a pretty name. It it really didn't sound that bad.

"Okay, what about the boy?"

"That's easy...John."

"Nah. That'll make him a thrid and guys with roman numerals are just bad in bed. I want my son to be a stag."

Jodi rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you pick a name then. I want John as his middle name though."

"Okay, what about...Alfred." he grinned.

"That's not funny." Jodi glared.

"Okay, it was just a joke calm down." he thought about it. What was in fact the perfect name, that would carry on the traditoin and values his father had. He sat there, thinking about it, before it hit him like a stone wall.

"Andrew." he said.

Elizabeth was awoken by something quite...pleasent.

Trevors lips on her flat stomach, making their way up to her chest.

She smiled as she opened her eyes, trying to blink the sleep out of them. His hair was messy. She had no idea when he had gotten home last night but it was nice to wake up with him.

"Hi." she smiled.

"Happy birthday." he smiled.

As much as she didn't want any attention on her birthday, it was nice to have someone wishing her one.

"Thanks. You don't mind that I'm turning into the crypt-keeper?" she raised her eyebrows.

Trevor laughed loudly, pressing his lips to hers.

"You could look like King Tut's mummy and I wouldn't care. All I want is you."

Elizabeth smiled. Hearing him say those words was really the best birthday present she could have asked for.

"Open your eyes."

Jodi moved her hands away, pushing John into the new rooms for the kids.

It was a miracle how quickly it had gotten done, it truly was. In a matter of hours the rooms had gone from plain and barren to now a lavish place for babies.

"Wow." he grabbed her hand, pulling her inside behind him.

She smiled, putting a ahnd on her stomach and covereing her nose.

The room still smelled strongly of paint, but it was indeed beautiful. The walls were lilac with violet trim. Inside where two matching cribs along with various toys Jodi had bought on their spree, changing tables, shelves full of books, and other thigns.

"Wow...this is...wow that's all I can say. Great job baby."

"Thanks. Wait until you see Andrew's room."

she led him across the hall, opening the door to what would be their little boys room.

Of course she had gone with blue. It was the naturaly color for newborn boys, but it wasn't the decoration scheme that had caught his attention. It was a potrait hanging on the wall.

He walked over slowly. He had not seen the picture in some time now. He didn't even really remember taking it.

It was in front of his old house in Baltimore. He couldn't have been more than twelve. Still a gangly lurch.

Standing next to him was his uncle Andrew. Even in it he could see the signs of insanity.

But it was really was a nice picture.

"Where did you get this?" he asked Jodi.

She smiled bashfully.

"Well, I made quite a few phone calls but I was able to get it from an old friend of yours down in Baltimore."

John grinned, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. He really couldn't have wished for anything better.

"I can't believe Jodi didn't even come to her own mothers birthday party."

Elliot sat down and threw his jacket over his seat before sitting down.

"Well, they have some unresolved issues." Olivia shrugged. As bad as it sounded, she couldn't blame Jodi really. When she thought about it, she wasn't sure if she really could either. While it was true that she knew all about the La Casa Nostra and the consequences, Jodi did not. To someone who had never really dealt with the mob before she could see why Jodi was so upset.

"Unresolved or not, it's just not right."

Olivia started to say something about Elliot's mother but stopped herself. She really didn't feel like getting into another fight right now.

Her attention was drawn as Anthony ran into the squad room, looking around wildly.

"Anthony. What are you doing here?" she asked. He had showed up last night, eyes red as the cherries and clothes wrinkled. You could see he was stoned from about a mile away. It completely repulsed Olivia, but this was different.

"I need to talk to you." he said urgently.

She looked at Elliot, backing away from her desk before grabbing his arm and dragging him upstairs to the lounge.

"Okay, what's going on?" she asked.

"She's missing." he wrung his hands, his eyes bright red.

"What? Who?"

"Betsy. She's gone."

"Wow, you know I just cannot believe I am having the chance to meet you right now."

John shook Sigourney Weaver's hand firmly as she stood in their kitchen, a bottle of wine in hand.

"Well thankyou. Jodi is a wonderful neighbor."

"Thanks so much." Jodi said entering the room, walking over to the woman before hugging her. John wans't even sure he could call her a woman. She was a downright goddess.

She looked incredible to be in her sixties. He found himself unable to speak when he opened trhe front door to see her there.

"Hello so nice to see you again. I thought you'd never come back." she chuckled.

"Well, I decided to take a little well-earned vacation after Avatar."

"Understandable. Fantastic job by the way."

"Well thankyou. And I see you're expecting."

"Yes. Triplets."

"Triplets! My! How far along are you?"

"Six months." Jodi smiled.

"Do you know what you're having yet?"

"One boy, two girls. Ophelia, Nicolette, and Andrew."

"Beautiful. Now for me to meet this husband of yours." Sigourney smiled before turning to John.

As soon as she did so Jodi's phone rang. She held up a finger before departing, answering it in the living room.

"This better be improtan I'm busy." she snapped as she saw Anthony's number.

"It is. Betsy's missing."