A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law and Order franchise, or the rights to the song Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson, or Sons of Anarchy.

Pretty Girl Rock

"You sure you don't want a soda or something?" Alexander asked, carrying a plate of ribs into his living room.

"Do you ever stop eating?" Jodi asked.

"Not really." he shrugged, before slapping the plate down onto the table and tearing into the BBQ-seared meat.

Jodi turned her head away, her mouth water and her body all but pushing her over there as the scent wafted into her nostrils. She couldn't remember the last time she had ribs.

"You want some?" Alexander asked.

"No, I can't. We've got another show tomorrow, remember?" she replied, crossing her legs and looking up at the television. Grabbing the remote, she began to flip through the channels before landing on the show Sons of Anarchy, and sitting back crossing her legs.

"Do you ever eat period?" Alexander asked.

Jodi let him have a small grin, secretly thankful not to hear the long speeches and concerns. Alexander was in this business. He knew what it meant, and that the girls had to stay on top of their game at all times. It was even harder for her, having natural curves which meant she really had to keep up with her weight.

"What all do you have to eat?" Jodi asked, finally giving in. She was feeling lightheaded, and she needed to go for a run. She wouldn't make it very far with nothing on her stomach at all.

"Not much. There's snacks in the cupboards, in the fridge just leftovers from places. There's some really good Pansotti in there from Marea.

"Thanks. You have Gatorade by any chance too?"

"Yeah. Eat whatever you want, what's mine is yours."

Jodi smiled, before getting up and making her way to the small kitchen, which had been kept nice and neat for a college student.

She figured if it was something heavy she could just get rid of it, and use the Gatorade to restore her electrolytes. All of her vitamins an supplements were back at home, but she could make due for one day.

Digging through his fridge, Jodi found a leftover container and pulled it out, opening it and closing her eyes as she sniffed the oregano and sweet sauce of the Pansotti from one of the best Italian restaurants in Manhattan.

Searching for a plate, she quickly dumped the contents onto one before slipping it into the microwave and turning around, waiting for it to heat up.

On the refrigerator were dozens upon dozens of pictures. Alexander, posing with people. Older, younger, a majority of a woman who looked exactly like him.

"My mom." he said, causing her to jump as she turned around and discovered him in the room.

"Shit you scared me!" Jodi exclaimed, bringing a hand to her chest as she felt her heart beat rapidly.

"Sorry." Alexander chuckled, before walking over to the sink and washing his sauce-covered fingers.

"Is this your mother?" Jodi asked, looking closer at one of the pictures.

Alexander stood with a woman, smiling with his arms around her waist at what appeared to be a beach somewhere. He didn't look much younger than he was now.

"Junior year of high school. My and my mom took a trip down to Miami. Stayed with her brother, is was nice."

"She's beautiful." Jodi smiled.

"Thanks. She moved to Toledo with her boyfriend a few months ago, I don't get to see her as much, but she lets me know she still cares."

"What about your father?" Jodi asked.

"He was never around. Skipped out as soon as my mother told him she was pregnant. Haven't heard from the bastard since."

"I'm sorry." Jodi said, regretting that she had brought it up.

"No, no, it's all the better. Because of him I knew what not to become when I grew up."

They both stood in silence for a moment before the microwave dinged, and Jodi turned around, feeling Alexander's eyes on her.

"So, we've got to be up pretty early tomorrow morning. I'll take the couch and you can have my bed." Alexander said as she turned around.

"Oh no, you don't have to do that. I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed." Jodi insisted.

"Too bad. Take the bed, don't worry I clean my sheets." he said with a wink.

Jodi watched as he left the room before grabbing a fork and stabbing into the meal viciously before sticking it into her mouth.

As she did so, she felt a pang in her stomach. She should have been home with her children right now, but instead she was staked out at some other guy's home so she could avoid her husband.

Even not having seen them in a day put her on edge. What if something had happened? Would they forget their mother in just one day?

Sighing, Jodi scarfed down the meal before making her way to Alexander's bedroom.

She lay in bed for what may have been hours before finally drifting off to sleep, praying that in the morning she might wake up and this whole ordeal may have been a nightmare.

"Hey, come on, what's wrong?" John asked irritably, patting Andrew's back as he wailed loudly.

The baby boy only cried harder, his face bright red as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Shit I wish your mother was here." John whispered, wondering how Jodi was always able to just look at the kids and immediately know what their cries meant.

His diaper was fresh, he didn't want a bottle and walking around hadn't seemed to help much. It had been two hours since he had awoken John crying, and had not stopped since.

"What's wrong?" John groaned, sitting down in a rocking chair and attempting to rock him to sleep.

His ears were pounding, and he had to get to work in 30 minutes.

Jodi hadn't come home last night. Only part of him was worried. The other part was just downright pissed. Not only did she have the nerve to storm out, but to go home with another guy?

He had called Betsy, who had let him know she wasn't staying with her. Followed by Anthony, even Olivia.

Andrew let out a loud scream and John realised just how hard he was gripping the boy. Slackening his clasp, he rocked back and forth violently, dark thoughts turning over in his head.

Was she fucking him? John had seen the way the young boy looked at her. Like she was some sort of piece of meat. Every time she turned around his eyes would roam her body, the body that she had given to him in front of witnesses from across the city and God.

He wanted to trust her. He wanted to believe that she would never give herself to another man. Never violate his trust and hurt him like that again. But everyone did things when they were angry. And the truth was, it kind of seemed like they were growing apart. Not kind of, it was obvious.

They hadn't even been married a year yet, and already their marriage was on the rocks. Already John felt a surge of pain at the thought of going through yet another divorce. At this age, it wasn't an option. Not to mention the kids. They had three babies. Three lives to get through. There was no way he was going to step out of his children's lives.

His phone rang, and John pulled it out of his pocket before answering irritably.

"You need to get down here, we got a body hanging from a tree over in Bryant." Finn said, and John silently swore. The housekeeper wouldn't be in for another half hour.

"Okay." he said, before hanging up and cutting Finn off. As he did so, the phone somehow made its way into Andrew's chubby hand. The baby took it, before staring intently at it for a moment then shoving it into his mouth.

"Well, one problem down." John said as he stopped crying, and stood up, making his way out of the room.

So many more to go.

"Elizabeth closed her eyes, feeling the cold winter wind blow at her straight red hair, whipping it around her face.

She took a drag from her cigarette, looking down into the cold New York street and felt her eyes water from the stinging air.

Cars honked, voices yelled, the wind blew. Just a typical night in the beautiful city.

Anything but typical for her though.

"Elizabeth." she heard Trevor say, and silently swore before putting our her cigarette and tossing it out the window.

She turned around, facing him before closing the window behind her.

"You know the doctor said no smoking. Christ you trying to kill yourself?"

"I'm already dying Trevor." Elizabeth shrugged, pushing past him and making her way to the bed.

"You heard what the doctor said, after radiation and chemo you should be fine, it hasn't left your lungs yet."

"Do you know how much those cost Trevor? I don't have insurance you know that."

She crawled into the bed, tucking herself under the sheets and sighing, which brought about a fit of coughing.

Trevor said nothing, only sat down at her feet, looking at the floor.

"We'll figure out something. I could put up some of the money, and I'm sure if you told Jodi-"

"I'm not letting you pay, and there's no way Jodi would do that." Elizabeth chuckled.

"Liz, you're her mother."

"Who abandoned her as far as she's concerned."

"But I'm sure if you tell her she'll-"

"Tell me I need to rot in hell."

"Liz, that's not true." Elizabeth got out of the bed before suddenly becoming completely overtaken by anger.

"DON'T TELL ME IT'S NOT FUCKING TRUE! YOU DON'T KNOW! I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIE AND MY DAUGHTER WON'T GIVE A DAMN! NO ONE WILL GIVE A DAMN!"

It brought about a spell of dizziness, and Elizabeth sat back down on the bed. Trevor grabbed her arm, setting her down easily.

"You're not going to die. I won't let you." he whispered, looking at her.

She smiled, turning her head before hiding her face behind a curtain of hair. If only.