A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Vogue by the queen forever Madonna. I can't believe I haven't used the song sooner. It's my theme song! Happy New Year!
Vogue
"Sadie, sit!" Jodi demanded firmly, grabbing the dog's bottom and pushing it down onto the floor of the tub.
Sadie whimpered, her wet fur clinging to her body and Andrew giggled wildly, clapping his hands as he watched his mother attempt the give the small dog a bath.
"Yeah, just wait until you start doing this." Jodi said, blowing her wet hair out of her face as she continued to wash the dog.
Suddenly, the door opened and John walked inside.
"Well then." he hesitated, his hand on his zipper.
"Hey John. I'm just giving Sadie a bath. You might want to just go downstairs."
"You need any help?" John asked.
"Yeah...that'd be nice. Although, if you have to take a leak I don't really think this is the best task to me doing."
John chuckled, walking into the bathroom and grabbing Anthony from his chair, picking him up.
"Hey there." he grinned. Andrew replied by kissing him loudly on the cheek.
"Kisses for daddy?" John grinned, leaning in and kissing his son.
Andrew giggled loudly, and Jodi turned around, sad she didn't have a camera to take a shot of the picture.
The moment she turned around, Sadie jumped from the tub, sprinting out of the bathroom, still soaked.
"SHIT THE CARPETS!" Jodi screamed, getting up and running from the bathroom.
She followed the wet streaks throughout the home, slipping as she hit the staircase and tumbling down the stairs. As she did so, she finally landed, rolling awkwardly on her hand.
When her body reached the flat surface, Jodi heard a sickening crack, and pulled her arm from under her body and looked at her hand.
One of her fingers was bent back unnaturally, and after several moments, and incredible amount of pain began to move through Jodi's body.
"Fuck." she swore, grabbing her hand. As she did so, Sadie appeared in front of her, shaking out her wet fur and wagging her tail happily.
"You bitch." Jodi groaned, before standing up and going upstairs to tell John she needed to go to the hospital.
"How you feeling?" John asked, walking into the bedroom.
"Okay. Painkillers." Jodi said, giving him a small smile.
John closed the door behind her.
"Just put the kids down."
She nodded, before putting down the book she was reading and slumping down into the bed and sighing heavily.
"What is that look?" John asked, putting his hands on his hips.
"Oh nothing, just incredibly horny wife laying in bed and waiting for her hard-working husband to oblige her." Jodi smiled.
"You know, I just realized. I know have the pleasure of calling my wife a MILF too." John chuckled, sliding into the bed beside her.
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her softly. Jodi replied by throwing her arms around him eagerly, their tongues clashing furiously and passionately.
Suddenly, Jodi's phone rang.
"Damn..." she swore, before answering it.
"Hello?"
John watched as her expression slowly melted into worry, and sat up, putting his arm around her.
She hung before looking over at John, her green eyes swimming.
"Apparently nothing can go right in this family. Anthony's in jail."
"What? Why?" John exclaimed.
"Girl he picked up at a bar turned out to be sixteen. Her father walked in and freaked. Tried to beat the fuck out of Anthony and I guess he tried to defend himself. Someone called the cops, and they took him in."
"Jesus. Okay, how about you stay here and I'll go down to the station. This will land in our jurisdiction."
"Are you sure about that?" Jodi asked.
"Yeah, don't worry I'll get everything sorted out."
Jodi stood up, leaning in and kissing him.
"Thankyou. Thankyou so much." she replied.
John nodded, grabbing his coat and stepping out of the room. Jodi groaned, leaning back in the bed.
"Damn." she swore again.
"Thanks John." Anthony sighed.
"Yeah no problem." John replied, walking him out of the building.
Anthony rubbed his wrists, looking at the slight bruises from the handcuffs.
"Listen, I'm thinking you should probably stay away from women until after to court hearing. It was an honest mistake, I'm sure they'll find you not guilty." John patted his back.
"I doubt it man. These people up here are vultures. What about Jo? Everything alright?"
John nodded.
"Yeah, broke a finger today but everything is...you know. You want me to take you home or do you want to just get a cab? I do trust your judgment. "
"I'll get a cab. I need some time alone. Thanks though man."
John nodded again, before walking to his car and opening the door, slamming it behind him. Jodi was right. Apparently, nothing went right in this family.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?"
The entire studio turned around, everyone looking in interest as the head of the ballet department stood before them.
"You are all very talented dancers, or else you would not be here. Now despite criticism due to the release of the film Black Swan, and the New York City ballet's upcoming production in February, we will still be doing the Tchaikovsky trilogy. The production of Swan Lake will take place the week of Christmas. Open auditions are being held over the next three days. Sign-up list is on the wall outside, and results will be posted within the next week."
As soon as he left, everyone in the studio began to chatter wildly, and Jodi felt her heart flutter.
"Okay, everyone pick a partner. We will rehearse a selection from the production."
Everyone began to meld, and Jodi stood there, realizing she talked to about two girls in her entire ballet class. For thise she preferred to detach herself from people and focus only on getting where she needed to be. Besides, there was no doubt or denying that all of the girls in here were bitches for the most part.
"Excuse me."
Jodi turned around, facing a tall and muscular guy, with a body completely unfit for ballet. Then again, so was her body.
"Hi." she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Would you like to partner up?" he asked through a thick accent.
Jodi smiled.
"Sure." she nodded.
He grinned before stepping beside her, putting a hand on the bar and another on her waist.
"Alexander." he said in her ear.
"Jodi." she replied, placing a hand in the air and assuming the stance.
"Quite a rock on your finger." he said, musing.
"Quite a husband that gave it to me." Jodi smiled, looking at him. He smirked at her, through smoldering hazel eyes before inhaling sharply and facing straight ahead.
Jodi did the same as the music started for the third act, and closed her eyes, letting the moves take her.
Perhaps in Alexander she would find her way into the production after all.
John and Fin sat on the couch, watching as Jodi stretched on the floor in front of the TV, wearing nothing but a pair of tights and a cropped hoodie that revealed her taught abs and a hint of her tattoo.
"I like when she does that one." John said, pointing as she lifted her leg above her body.
"Yeah..." Fin trailed off, in a trance just as much as John was.
"Guys, am I in the way of the TV?" Jodi said from the floor.
"No." both of them answered at the same time, taking sips from their beers.
Jodi went down into a split, lunging forward and touching her pointed toe. John watched as her long neck went down, her lithe body stretching into positions even he didn't thing possible.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Jodi stood up, rushing out of the room and John listened as she conversed with someone outside. She closed the front door, and reemerged with a hunky foreign looking guy.
"John, this is Alexander, my dance partner. Alexander, this is my husband John." she smiled, putting an arm around his bicep.
"Hello." Alexander smiled barely audible through his thick accent.
"Hi." John mumbled. Fin straightened up on the couch beside him.
"We're going to the studio to practice. Need anything?" Jodi asked.
"No." John replied, glaring at the young boy.
Jodi nodded at Fin before taking Alexander by his arm and pulling him out of the room.
"You know, chicks go crazy for guys with accents." Fin said.
"Fuck you." John replied before slumping down and taking a sip from his beer.