A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Jump by Van Halen. Those two new episodes of SVU last week were so intense. I couldn't quite handle them. Sorry for the eternities between updates.

Jump

"Hi my princess." Jodi smiled, leaning over and grabbing Nicolette.

The baby whimpered, looking up at her mother wildly before opening her mouth, getting ready for her meal.

Jodi sighed, moving to the rocking char in the room and pulling off the sports bra she had been wearing.

Up at four. The first night the kids had slept past one in the morning. Out jogging for two hours. Yoga for half. Now feeding time. When she wasn't with the babies she was working outt. Besides being uncomfortable with her body, she also realized that she would be starting her first semester at Juilliard soon. She couldn't be this big in ballet class. That simply would not do.

She winced, her breasts more than tender.

She and John hadn't had sex in what seemed like eons now.

Closing her eyes she tilted her head back, sighing as a powerful wave of fatique rushed over her body. She was exhausted. Beyond exhausted. She felt dead.

"How long have you been up?"

She jumped, causing Nicolette to bite down on her nipple.

"FUCK!" she screamed, her face coloring as the pain flooded her entire body. Nicolette whimpered, her small face wrinkling as she became upset.

She began to cry and Jodi pulled her closer, rocking her gently.

"Shhh." she muttered, kissing her forhead before looking up at John.

"Sorry." he sighed.

She nodded, coaxing her daughter back into sleep.

John leaned against the doorframe, before stepping inside.

"So...you want to order in tonight?"

"You go ahead." she shrugged.

"Jodi!" he exclaimed.

"I'm not doing this with you again John. Just go order your food. Go out. Whatever okay? I'll see you later."

She only heard his footsteps retreat and closed her eyes, strugglign to fight the tears before shaking her head. What she couldn't give to turn back time.

TFA

"Munch, what the hell are you doing here?"

John looked up to find Elliot walking towards his desk in the squad room.

"Getting out of the house." he shrugged truthfully before looking back down at the stack of papers on his desk.

"Already sick of the kids?" Elliot raised an eyebrow.

"Not the kids. Jodi. She's turned into a fucking nutcase."

Elliot chuckled, sitting on the edge of John's desk.

"Welcome to the married life. You two arguing or something?"

"I actually would prefer we were. She avoids me like The Plague. Actually she avoids everything. The only thing she does is work out and lock herself in the nurseries."

"You two still sleeping in the same bed?"

"Well, I'm usually asleep by the time she gets up there and when I wake up she's gone. I haven't even touched her in weeks."

"Well, what's she acting like? She depressed? I know Kathy went through a little depression after Dickie."

"I don't know what to call it really. All I know is she's obsessed with her weight. She barely eats. I've found diet shit all over the house. I see her working out more than breathing, and she's been wearing clothes big enough for a Big Mac addict."

"Lot of women go through that. Believe me, I've listened to Kathy talk about her friends. Just let her do her thing. If it seems like she's starting to get unhealthy, talk to her. In the meantime, why don't you talk to Haung?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks Elliot."

"Anytime man. You need to talk just come find me." Elliot shrugged before slapping him on the shoulder and walking away.

As he did so John turned, watching Olivia run into the room like she was on fire.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"New case. We've got a little girl missing. Mom said their first daughter got abducted and this is the second time."

John stood up, grabbing his keys from his desk. Maybe this could get his mind off things at home.

TFA

"You know, I'm thinking you and me are going to take a little trip someday. The twoof us through Manhatten. I'll show you the ropes."

"Anthony, if you're talking about taking my son out at night to find hookers get the fuck out of my house."

"I said when he's older!" Anthony exclaimed.

"Yeah but he's not even two months old now!"

Anthony rolled his eyes, looking down at his nephew again before glancing up at his sister, who was doing possibly the most intense and painful looking aerobics he had ever seen.

"What the hell are you doing over there?" he asked, watching as she jogged in place with her knees reaching her chest, meanwhile lifting a set of weights.

"Workout." she panted, her body drenched with sweat.

"Uh, yeah I can see that. You've been doing that since I got here and you look like you're going to pass out. Why are you going so hard?"

"Gotta lose the baby weight." she wheezed, before grunting as she dipping into a series of painful-looking squats.

"Everytime I call or come over you're working out. Why are you going so hard? You're body doesn't look that bad."

"Thanks but that was actually kind of creepy. Please don't ever make any references to my body again."

"What, you haven't seen The Dreamers?"

She chuckled, for the first time he had heard before stopping with the program, bending over and taking a breather.

"Excuse me." she said in a strangled voice before rushign out of the room.

As she did so he heard her retch violently down the hall, a sound that echoed throughout the high cielings.

Anthony curled his upper lip in disgust, before looking down at his nephew.

"Hey little man." he grinned as he found Andrew staring up at him, his eyes wide.

He opened his toothless mouth, making a small sound before closing it again, still staring up at Anthony.

Anthony chuckled, taking off his little hat and revealing is head full of red hair.

He was wearing a dark blue onesie, his little legs stretched out.

"If he starts getting fussy let me know so I can feed him." Jodi re-entered the room, taking a large swig from a bottle of Gatorade.

She made her way back tot he center of the room, setting the drink down before grabbing her weights, coming back just in time for the excersice to start again.

"What the fuck? You just puked your guts out why aren't you sitting down?"

"Trying to lose weight. And stop swearing in front of Andrew." she said, not even turning around to look at him.

He rolled his eyes, glancing down at Andrew who's large eyes were fixated on his shirt.

"Hey, he likes my shirt!" Anthony exclaimed.

"That's because he wants to burn it. You're wearing an Ed Hardy shirt. It's almost September of 2010. That's just embaressing Ant."

"You know you love it."

"Wrong. I say that with the biggest possible hastag Twitter can find." she didn't even bother turning around.

"Why do you even have a Twitter? That's just the dumbest thing I've ever heard of."

"Says the guy who still tells people to contact him on MySpace. Hows Bets doing by the way?"

"Okay." he replied, his voice suddenly dropping an octave.

She hadn't taken a turn for the worse, but she was still in pretty bad shape, and refused to tell them who had done it to her. It was really more frustrating than anything.

"Don't worry Ant. She'll be okay."

TFA

"There." Elizabeth said as she straightened a picture of her three grandchildren out on the dresser by her bed.

"You know, I've been meaning to talk to you about something." Trevor cleared his throat, sitting down on the bed as he watched her.

"Hm?" she asked, turning and smiling, more cheerful than he had ever seen.

"I was going to tell you, it might not be a good idea to rearrange the bedroom like you wanted to."

"Why?" Elizabeth asked, turning and raising her straight eyebrows.

"Because...I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me."