A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, nor do I own the rights to the song No Good Deed from the Broadway play Wicked. I'm writing this home from school because of Snowpocalypse 2010 part II. It's nice actually, because where I go to school...if there's 50 feet outside we'll still be there. Such a relief. Ohio: there's nothing like it.

No Good Deed

Jodi lost herself in the music as she felt Nick's hands on her waist, grabbing her body tightly. All she could think about was the fact that she and John never got the chance to dance like that, and they probably never would.

His hands ran up her body, feeling up every inch of her. She stiffened as they moved down towards her inner thighs, and the object she had hidden down there. Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her breasts, allowing him to squeeze the, delightedly. As he did she she swallowed back the lump that was rising in her throat. All she could feel was guilt for letting another man touch her this way, but she was only doing what she had to.

She turned around, already sweaty from the heat of so many close bodies and leaned in.

"Your place or mine?" she asked, praying that his ego would allow him to say 'his'.

"How about mine babydoll." he grinned before putting an arm around her waist and leading her back to the bar to grab her purse. On the way he moved his hand down to her ass before squeezing it. She did all in her power not to turn around and nail him in the face.

They walked out together, her getting in war mode, and him getting in play mode. They walked to his car, which was a show-offy 2010 Dodge Charger. He opened the door for her like a gentlemen trying to get laid in a hurry before getting in his side and turning the ignition as quickly as he could. He was in for the ride of his life.


John walked into the classically sleazy motel, three of the finest members of the Los Angeles Special Victims Unit in tow. He went up to the dingy front desk, it's owner asleep behind it. Or passed out. It was hard to tell.

"Hey!" John shouted, smacking him awake.

"Wha- woah! Woah! What the hell is your problem man?"

"This girl. I've been told she came here about six to seven hours ago." John shoved the picture at him.

"I dunno. Lotta people come through here."

As his worry, frustration, and desperation boiled over he leaned over before grabbing the skeez by his color forcefully.

"I'm giving you ten fucking seconds to answer the question asswipe. Was she here?!"

"Woah easy man easy! Yes she was here okay?!"

"Give me a description of what she did after she checked in."

"Description. What the hell do you mean by that?"

"I mean, what did she do when she came? Don't make me ask again."

"Alright! She came in with her stuff then she was up there for half an hour before she left again. She was gone about....two hours I guess. Then she came back in with a shitload of bags. Three hours later she came back. Blonde hair, dark tan, smokin' bod."

"Where did she go?"

"I dunno! Paid in cash then peeled outta here."

"What did the dress look like?"

"Uh, short. Black. Tight as hell. Real sparkly."

John let him go before turning to his colleagues.

"I want two of you to find out what room she was in then get up there. Go through the trash to see what we might find to ID her, because I've got a feeling that they don't empty it that often. I'm going to find out how she got out of here. You three come with me."


As soon as Nick opened the door to his bedroom he pushed Jodi against the wall, pressing his lips to the back of her neck.

"You have no idea how hard I'm going to fuck you." he whispered in her ear before running his tongue around it. His hands roamed over her body, moving up her taut abs and firm breasts.

"Don't make me wait." she threw her head back before turning around and grabbing his tie. She pulled him back down onto the bed before pressing her lips to his.

The kiss was strange. For Jodi, it was the first time she had ever kissed a guy and have it be just that. Although she had slept with an endless amount of other men and women, there was always some kind of level of attraction. With Nick it was just like...kissing Sadie. And when she said that, she wasn't referring to the fact that he was attempting to swallow her face whole.

He reached over her to the table beside his bed before grabbing a pair of handcuffs and dangling them in front of her.

"Ever used the handcuffs baby girl?" he leered.

"No. Guess you'll be my first?" Jodi grinned before running her tongue around her full lips. She leaned in and kissed him again before rolling over on top of him and unzipping his pants. He grinned as she pulled them down before grabbing the waistband of his briefs. Just before she pulled them down she went up to meet his lips again before focusing on what she did with his hands. She moaned into his mouth just as the click of the handcuffs sounded.

He grinned before moving his hands only to find them handcuffed to the bedpost.

"Woah. Sorry baby girl, but I don't really go for being anyone's bitch. Why don't you let me out and we can turn this over and put them on you."

Jodi giggled softly in his ear before moving her hand down her body to the object she had hidden between her inner thighs. Nick grinned, thinking she was about to give him a show.

Just as she pulled up the bottom of her dress, she surprised him by pulling out a silver Beretta instead before pulling back the hammer and pressing it to Nick's temple.

"What the-"

"You know that sound."

"Listen you little fucking whore! I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing but-"

She silenced him with an effective punch across the face before pressing the gun harder into the side of his head.

"I talk, you listen. It's that simple. You piss me off, I blow your fucking head off. Got it?"

"What the fuck do you want?"

".....Adrian Moliterna and Doug Mariozzetti. Where can I find them?"

"Who?"

"Don't fucking lie to me Nick. Where. Can. I. Find. Them?"

"Why should I tell you anything? It'll cost me my life."

"I know about Omerta, but what's your wife gonna think when she finds you handcuffed to the bed, a pair of panties shoved down your throat and a bullet in your head. I know your story. Mr. "Loved By Everyone, Perfect Marriage." You know it'll break your family apart and bring everyone down to shambles, and even more than that, the police will use you as a wormhole into the Mafia. All I want to know is where to find these guys."

"Why?"

"Because. I need to speak to the Don, and the only way I can make sure to do that is to see him directly."

"You're not with the police?"

"No."

"Fine. They'll probably both be at the same place."

"Where's that?"

"Bare Elegance. It's a strip club out by LAX."

"Thanks."

"You better watch your back. I won't be the only one after you once I get these cuffs off."

"Hm, I'll take that as a compliment. By the way...knowing he didn't listen to me there's going to be a cop coming to pay you a visit. When he asks you where I went, lie."

"You think I'm going to rat to the cops?"

"He can be very convincing. Thanks for the quickie Nick." she blew him a kiss before walking to the bathroom. She looked across the counter for something, anything that would make it easier for her to get out. She grabbed a bottle of eye drops off the counter before unscrewing them and dropping a few into her eyes. As they met the makeup irritated tears fell from her eyes, streaking her face. She then turned on the sink before getting a handful of hot water and throwing it on her face to turn it red. Satisfied with her appearance she then left the room, walking down the hallway and sniffling loudly.

"You okay miss?" a man asked as she got into the elevator.

She shook her head before wiping her nose.

"No I came from a bar with this scumbag who wanted me to do these...things."

"Well, there's plenty of freaks in the world. You're just luck you didn't get one of the deadly ones."

"Yeah I suppose."

"I'm Matthew. I'm an SVU detective. If you ever need anything...here's my card." he handed it to her.

She took it, feeling a surge of nervousness run through her body.

"Thankyou. So...you're a cop?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm actually headed out to work right now. We've got this huge case coming all the way from the east coast."

"Really? What is it?"

"I'm not really supposed to say anything but...there's a girl think she may be tied up with the mafia."

"Los Angeles Crime Family?"

"Yeah. You know you're Italian."

"Parents came directly off the boat."

"Well."

"So what....is she in a prostitution ring with them or something?"

"What no? What makes you think that?"

"Special Victims. Don't you guys deal with sex crimes?"

"Normally. But this...it's a little different. I guess her husband is an SVU detective or something so he took over the case."

At that moment the elevator doors opened as they finally reached the lobby.

"Well, good luck with your case. I hope you find her." Jodi looked back at him, attempting a small smile.

"Yeah. Good luck with you too.

They both walked to the doors before going their separate ways. Jodi hailed a cab to take back to the club and retrieve her car. One person crossed off the list. Countless more to go.


"Detective Munch!"

John turned around from the window he was facing silently. The only thing on his mind was her. What if he couldn't get to her before she reached the boss? He absolutely refused to live without her.

"So we were digging through the garbage and we found a few things. Can you come up with us?"

John nodded before following them silently to the room Jodi had previously stayed in. His lip curled in disgust. Even he wouldn't have stayed in a place so shitty.

"So here's what we've got. There's a tag in here for a Michael Kors dress, we've got tons of receipts from Rite-Aid for makeup products, a couple cans of spray-on tanner, and a package from a wig."

"So we can assume that she's blonde and tan now. Anything else?"

"No that's all we found, but we did also find a receipt for a pre-paid phone. If we can go back to the stores, we can probably get a track on the phone she's using."

"Well, going to all the stores would just be a waste of time. Just find which one she got the phone from.

"Alright. I also just got a phone call from Matthew Franklin. He's one of the senior detectives at L.A. SVU. He's the best there is. He'll be here in about twenty minutes."

"Just hurry." John snapped before walking out and checking his watch. Jodi had gotten it for him. At the thought he felt a lump rise in his throat.

"We'll find her." one of the officers scurrying past placed a hand on John's shoulder before disappearing down the hall.


Bare Elegance Gentlemen's Club

4824 W. Imperial Highway off LAX

Los Angeles, California

Wednesday, February 3rd


Jodi walked into the club, looking around anxiously. On her way over she had checked out the pictures of the two men she was looking for. It was only nine at night, and there was the chance that they hadn't even arrived yet. There was an even bigger chance that they simply hadn't come that night.

She looked towards the bar as usual, and saw a fat man there talking with a couple of other guys. He laughed loudly, drinking a beer. From his company shirt Jodi could only assume that he was the boss here.

She pulled at her hair, which was now in pigtails after she had dyed it brown and walked over towards him. She wore a simple tight black shirt that clung to her curves and a pair of skinny jeans. Black-rimmed glasses covered her eyes which were still hidden under contact lenses.

"Excuse me." she said timidly interrupting his conversation with his friends and/or clients. They all stared at her, some of their eyes immediately drawn to her curves.

"What can I do for you little missy? You lookin' for a job here?"

"Um, no. I'm looking for a person actually. Is Erica here?"

"Who?"

"Erica. Erica...Bergman."

"Who the hell is that?"

"She said-"

He silenced her before nodding at his buddies and grabbing her arm before walking away.

"Okay, who's suing this time?"

"Huh?"

"I'm always getting lawyer's here on harassment charges for my dancers. Who are you here for?"

"Oh, I'm not an attorney."

"Okay, then what the hell do you want? As you can see, I was in the middle of a conversation."

"Okay, I need to find Andrew Moliterna and Doug Mariozzetti."

"Why?"

"I'm the babysitter for Andrew's girlfriend Erica. Her daughter is running a fever. I tried calling her cell phone but I wasn't getting an answer. She told me to find Andrew in case of an emergency."

"Okay listen, I'm not running General Hospital here. You're either coming here to watch the girls onstage, or get the hell out of my club."

With that he walked away. Jodi sighed before looking around. Forming an idea in her mind she walked to the opposite end of the bar from the man. He glared at her before she waved him off and summoned the bartender.

"What can I get you?"

"Actually, there's a guy I've been looking at. Doug Mariozzetti. Can you send him a drink for me?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

"Um...whatever he's drinking now. Put the next round on me."

"I'll point you out to him does that sound okay?"

Jodi nodded before watching him hand off the drinks to a waitress and giving her the message. She glanced at Jodi before rolling her eyes and going to hand out her drinks.

Her eyes followed the slim waitress down the stairs and through the dining area to a table right in front of the stage. Jodi watched her set the drinks down to two men. One looked like he wasn't older than fifteen or sixteen. The other was in his early thirties with short brown hair. He was wearing a suit which Jodi assumed meant he had just come from the office.

She turned, keeping them in her peripheral vision as the waitress handed them their drinks and pointed to Jodi from her corner at the bar. She looked over again as she saw the waitress walk away. The older one gave her a head-nod and smirked before motioning for her to come over and join them.

She smiled before standing up and wiping her sweaty hands on her jeans. She suddenly became aware of her engagement ring again and realized she had been wearing it ever since she arrived in LA. As she looked down at it and moved it up slightly, she smiled at the skin tone which was almost two hues lighter underneath.

She arrived at the table and stood timidly in front of the two gentlemen.

"Thanks for the drinks." the older one grinned handsomely.

"Your welcome." Jodi willed herself to blush.

He chuckled before throwing back another shot and patting the seat next to him.

"Sit down." he commanded.

She obeyed before folding her hands in her lap curtly.

"So, what's your name?"

"Angelina."

"Angelina? That's a beautiful name. Well I'm Douglas."

"Nice to meet you Douglas." Jodi smiled before shaking his hand.

He waved his friend away who immediately stood up before grabbing the briefcase at Douglas' feet and walking away.

"Business." Doug commented before returning his attention back to her. Only a few feet away from the a woman slid down the pole, attempting to draw Doug's attention back to her. He was one of her best tippers, and he wasn't even paying attention.

"So tell me Angelina...what the hell is a girl like you doing in an strip club?"

"There's girls everywhere in here."

He chuckled lightly before taking another sip from his drink. He offered her some and she accepted it.

"I mean...not on stage."

"Same thing as you I guess."

"So working off a stressful day at the office?"

"Not quite."

"Or just being the average horny drunk checking out girls."

"That sounds a little more like me."

He grinned before putting an arm around her and leaning in a little bit closer.

"You're a funny girl."

"Is that a good or bad thing?"

"It's a good thing. So...you're playing for both sides of the teams then?"

"You could say that. Is that a turnoff?"

"No actually quite the opposite. You're just a bundle of surprises. You come in here, on your own, with these glasses and pigtails looking all innocent....then we discover what lies beneath."

She smiled and forced herself to blush again before looking down. Doug smiled at her before pulling a C note from his pocket and haphazardly throwing it onstage. The stripper scooped it up before tossing her head back in irritation.

"You know, you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."

"Thankyou." Jodi blushed again and looked down. Doug put a hand on her face before leaning in kissing her. She broke away before leaning in and whispering in his ear.

"The Consigliere." she whispered.

"What?" he asked pulling away sharply.

"How can I find him?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Listen, this is one of the most elite strip clubs in the city. To cause a scene here, would have you all over the papers, and probably blacklisted at half the clubs in the city. Unless you want to have to go to Van Nuys, just tell me where I can find him,"

"Sweetheart I'm not telling you anything."

The sound of a hammer being pulled back caught his attention.

"You're not going to shoot me here in front of anyone."

"Actually, if I kill you boss Milani will probably pay me a visit himself, which is just what I want."

"Hate to burst your bubble but I'm just a soldato. He probably doesn't even know I exist."

"Just tell me where to find the Consigliere."

He looked at her, smirking. Jodi herself smiled when it was wiped from his face as she pressed the gun harder into his gut.

"Fine. He's at one of his other places in Sacramento."

"Hm. Sure about that?"

"Woul I lie to you?"

"Absolutely."

Jodi simply raised an eyebrow before he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. He lives out in Agua Dulce."

"Where's that?"

"Santa Clarita Valley."

"Much obliged." Jodi pursed her lips before shoving the gun back into the back of her tight jeans and standing up. Douglas watched her as she walked away before pulling out his phone. If he called and warned people. they would know he talked. He also noticed she hadn't said a word about who led her to him. After thinking it over for a moment he put his phone back in his pocket deciding he'd be safer not saying anything. Everyone out for themselves.


"Okay, so do we have a description?" Matthew asked as he walked into the precinct.

"Yeah. Blonde hair. About halfway down her back. Dark tan. She has green eyes but motel clerk said they looked a different color. Also said she was wearing a black dress. Really tight and flashy." John sighed.

A strange look cross Matthew's face and he swore loudly.

"What?" one of the other officers in the room asked.

"...I saw her."

"What?!" John stood up from the chair he was sitting in.

"When I was leaving my apartment...I saw her."

"Where?!"

"We shared an elevator ride together. She got in crying, talking about some freak who tried to make her do stuff in bed. I gave her my card and told her that if something ever happened she could give me a call."

"How the hell did you not know?!!" John yelled.

"I...she looked totally different! I even mentioned the case to her, and....she didn't budge. She's good."

The room was dead silent before John grabbed a chair and threw it across the room angrily. He stormed out of the room, blinded in tears and rage. They had come so close to finding her.

He knew it wasn't really Matthew's fault, but at the same time he blamed everything in the world on him. She had been standing right there! Less than a foot away from him! And he hadn't recognized her!

They were going to have to step up their game. He needed to find her, desperately. It was only a matter of time, and they were still trailing behind her miserably. The only way to find her before she to too far was to find out where she was going ahead of time and meeting her halfway there.

He pulled out his phone before dialing Fin's number.

"I need something." he said as soon as Fin answered.

"Nice way to say hello. Name it."

"I need those FBI files. The ones that Claudia Williams said were illegally accessed a few hours ago."

"Alright man, I'll see what I can do."

John hung up before burying his head in his hands. He half-expected to feel her arms around him, rubbing his back and kissing him softly only to realize that she wasn't going to be there. Not until they found her.