A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchinse or the rights to the song Flashing Lights by Kanye West. I just made a finaly decision. I will end this story on Jodi and John's way back to America. That might be withing the next chapter or two, so look out for the last one. I also do not own any part of the Sex and the City franchise. For any of you fans out there, I saw the second movie. The critics didn't like it but I LOVED it, and Mr. Big was looking sexier than ever! And of course Samantha also looked better than I have ever seen her before.

Flashing Lights

Jodi smiled as she sipped her orange juice happily. She was sitting on the back patio deck of their hotel suite which overlooked the majesty of Athens. An empty plate sat next to her and her computer was on her lap as she looked through the Paris-Shanghai ready-to-wear collection by Chanel.

"Morning." John slid open the glass door, stretching as he stepped out onto the patio next to Jodi.

"Hi." she looked up and smiled, wearing yet another fabulously huge black hat. John had no idea how she managed to get all of those hats here. He hadn't seen any hat boxes around. Had she hid them all under her shirt or something?

He leaned down before kissing her and rubbing her stomach,

"Sorry about last night." she fake pouted.

After giving him head in he cab ride home, they had trampled up the stairs excited for round two only for Jodi to fall asleep after John came back from the bathroom.

"It's fine. You just have to make it up to me today." he winked.

"What do you want to do today?" Jodi asked, looking up at him.

"I was thinking maybe we could hit Syntagma Square. Maybe go see the Acropolis. Is that okay?"

"That sounds great." John smiled, grabbing her glass of orange juice before taking a sip.

"I'm going to go take a shower real quick." John kissed her forhead before walking back into their suite.

John smiled before turning back to the beautiful skyline in front of her.

She had awoken early that morning, something that as unheard of for her, and in that she had done some thinking.

The list of sexual fantasies that John had written out for her. Some of them were so kinky that Jodi wondered if she even really knew him. The thing that got her the most was the threesome. She had worked in an industry where her main clients were men. She herself was a bisexual woman. She knew every mans desire to have a threesome.

But who should she ask?

She had friends from the club that would be more than happy to do the job for a little extra cash. Friends that Jodi herself would have liked to sleep with if she had't married John, but in all honesty for the first time she was worried about being excluded. What if she chose someone too pretty? Too hot? Someone that John would leave her for in a heartbeat.

She knew it sounded ridiculous. Her. Jodi. Jealous. Insecure.

But she loved him too much.

She continued to think about it. What friends did she have that were absoltuely stunning, but would pose no threat to her?

Then one name came to mind...

Betsy.

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"Look, Mr. Langon-"

"Trevor."

"Okay, Trevor. I'm flattered. Honored. All that really, but I'm sorry. I can't help you out with this. Me going to jail was the only way to protect my daughter, and that's exactly what I'm going to keep on doing."

Trevor sighed as he sat across from Anthony. Now he could see why no one had told him about the case they had opened.

"Anthony forgive me but you were attacked. I understand your concern for your daughter, but she has John to protect her now. You don't have to worry about her anymore."

"She's my daughter. I'm going to worry about her no matter what. Besides, until you guys find a foolproof way of detecting rogue and dirty cops I really can't risk her safety."

"What do you mean?" Trevor asked.

"One of the bastards the raped my daughter was the son of a cop. I suspect he is a cop now."

"Do you know his name?"

"Why does it matter?" Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Because, it might help us."

"I told you I'm not helping you."

"Think about it this way Mr. Stanford. You can either waste your life in here, and in the event that something does in fact happen to Jodi you will be able to do absoltuely nothing because you're incarcerated, or we can get you out of here and you can be there. Able to go see her anythime your want."

"I'llstill be sitting in here when word travels across the coast that I'm going to talk." Anthony crossed his arms.

"We can work something out. I'll talk to Judge Donnelley. She's very understanding with these things.

Anthony sighed,looking over at one of the guards.

"Fine, but if something happens to her..." he leaned forward, his face centimeters away from Trevor's "...I'll come after you and kill you myself."

Anthony stood up before nodding at the guard and letting him escort himself back off to his cell. Trevor swallowed, knowing that if he did fail and something did happen to Jodi, John would probably be the one coming after him.

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"Can I see the inside of that?"

John shook his head as he watched Jodi lean forward, looking into a massive purse that was way too expensive for John to even consider.

"Now is this real leather?" she looked up at the store clerk of the high-scale boutique.

"Depends, which side are you on?" he raised an eyebrow, speaking english perfectly although through a very Greek accent.

"Not their." Jodi giggled, catching his drift already.

"Good. It is one-hundred percent real leather. The silk lining is also real. Forgive me for having to ask you that question but last year we had an American client in here, big television star. Uh, blonde hair, name sounded like a shampoo. Hayden..."

"Panittiere?"

"Yes. She asked if our purses were made of real leather and when we said yes she freaked! Slammed the boutique publicity wise, urged fans to protest. It was a disaster."

"Quite understood. How much are we looking at for this?"

"$7,000. Not a bad price for the size and designer."

"No it's not. I'll take it." Jodi smiled before fishing her wallet out of her purse, handing him her credit card.

She felt a little guilty she couldn't deny it. Caleb was still paying for all of her bills. Back on her first day at the club along with all the other new girls, Caleb had told them that whatever girl made the most money, he would take care of their bills for as long as they needed, something that Jodi had neglected to tell John. She hadn't necesarrily lied to him about it, she just opted not to say anything. And he had yet to ask.

It wasn't that John didn't make enough. Hell he made more than enough, but it made Jodi feel like a gold digger when he bough her really expensive things. When she had last talked to Caleb at the weddiny, he assured her he would continue to pay everything without issue, as long as she found some way to promote the club.

"Are you really paying seven grand for a purse?" Johnwalked up behind her.

"You paid eight hundred for those shoes." she raised an eyebrow. When it came to shoes, John was the male equivilant to Carrie Bradshaw.

"That's different." John shrugged.

"Is it?" Jodi raised an eyebrow before smiling as she happily accepted the giant bag from the salesman.

As the left the store Jodi put a hand on her back.

"Honey I think I need to sit down." she breathed, going for the nearest bench.

"You need a drink or something?" John asked.

"Uh...yeah that'd be nice actually."

"Okay, I'll be right back. Try not to get stolen or anything alright?"

Jodi smirked as he walked away and sighed, leaning back against the seat and resting her hand on her stomach. She rubbed it happily, watching everyone through her oversize Dior sunglasses.

"Excuse me."

The American accent was what caught her attention. She looked up, finding a woman in front of her with a silver bob.

"Ohmigod." her jaw dropped, she'd recognize the woman anywhere.

"Hello, I'm-"

"Betsey Johnson." Jodi interupted her, getting to her feet as quickly as she could and extending a hand.

Betsey smiled and shook it pleasantly.

"I'm a huge fan." Jodi gushed, putting a hand on her chest.

"Oh, I can see that by your purse." Betsey smiled, motioning to Jodi's huge black and pink Betsey Johnson tote.

"Oh, I forgot. Wow, I can't believe I'm sitting her talking to you right now." she chuckled nervously.

"I actually saw you across the street. How far along are you?"

"Almost six months."

"Hm. Have you ever done any modeling?"

Jodi was astounded. For the second time that week, she was being asked to be a model.

"No I haven't. I'm only 19."

"19 and pregnant? Wow."

"I'm married." she held up her hand.

"Oh. Congratulations."

"Yeah the love of my life. I'm so sorry I'm blabbering. No, but I am a dancer."

"Oh? What type?"

"Ballet. Jazz. Hip-hop. You name it."

"Hm. Well, you have an incredibly gorgeous face, and I can only guess a nice body too."

Jodi smiled, looking away.

"I'm going to give you my card. You don't live here do you?"

"No, Manhattan."

"Ah, a New York gal. Well, how about I can set up a date for a few months from now where you can do a go-see? I can give you time for after you have the baby and get your weight back down. I would love to see you in some photos. You know what, here's my card."

She dug around her in purse before handing Jodi a business card.

"Thankyou so much!" Jodi exclaimed.

"Such beauty can't go to waste." Betsey smiled before putting her glasses on and departing, leaving Jodi stunned and happier than she could have ever imagined.

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"So how did it go?" Elizabeth asked as Trevor walked into the kitchen of her hotel room.

"Well, I had to basically force him into the case but he finally agreed. After assuring me he would murder me if something happened to Jodi."

"Yeah that sounds like Anthony." Elizabeth said as she sucked chocolate ice cream off a spoon. Trevor watched her, warmth surging throughout selective parts of his body. Her thin frame was hugged my a tank top and a pair of black breifs.

"What have you been up to?" he asked, leaning over the kitchen counter.

"This ice cream." she shrugged, hopping up onto the counter.

Trevor chuckled before walking over to her, putting his hands on her thin waist.

"I was thinking. I want you to meet my parents." he leaned in and kissed her.

"Isn't this moving a little bit fast?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a lawyer. I have to move fast with these things."

"I suppose that's understandable."

Trevor chuckled before leaning in and kissing her. Maybe things would finally go well here.