Kay Benson

Sonny Carisi:

Undercover - The reader goes undercover

Desk Duty - The reader is pregnant and on desk duty

Outcooked - Sonny attempts to follow one of the reader's recipes

Nick Amaro:

Sick - The reader gets sick and Nick comes to take care of her

Fake it (Pt 2 to Sick) - The reader goes undercover

The Good Stuff - The reader gets her tonsils removed.

Rafael Barba:

Control your kids - Rafael and the reader struggle to keep their kids in check

Family time - The reader and Rafael spend time with their kids

Olivia Benson:

I'm Here For You - Olivia comforts her daughter

Amanda Rollins:

Alex Cabot:

The SVU Gang:

Pet Names

Incorrect Quotes

This Barbie

 If the doctors don't give me the good stuff when I get my tonsils removed I'll cause WW3

   I practically ran into the living room, slamming my notepad down on the coffee table making Nick jump a little. "Woah Cariño, what's wrong?"

    "Remember how I kept getting strep?" He nodded his head. "I have to get my tonsils removed. And I really don't want to." 

    "Why not? Won't it stop the pain or something?"

    "They're going to put scalpels in my mouth and drug me so much that I have no understanding of the world around me." I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some beer.

    "Nuh-uh." He grabbed the bottle from me. "You cannot drink your problems away Mi Amor. When are you getting them removed." I placed my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

    "Next week."

    "Don't worry, I'll be there for you."

------ DUN DUN ------

    I sat up in the hospital bed and looked around. "Hey, beautiful." I turned to the voice, shocked. 

    "Nickyyyyyyyy." I drawled out. "Look, I have water." I took the water from the table and held it out to him.

    "I can see that, how are you feeling?" I looked down for a second, sticking my finger through the styrofoam cup. "Oh god." He grabbed the cup from me and placed it in the sink.

    "Well, I was good until you took my cup," I reached up to my face and realized I couldn't feel my cheeks, then I realized that my tonsils were gone. "My tonsilllllllls." I started crying and Nick came back over and comforted me.

    "Baby you had to get them removed, they were hurting you." 

    "I liked them though...How many needles did they stick in me?"

    "I couldn't tell you, I wasn't allowed in the room." I paused again.

    "Can I have my cup back?"

    "Are you going to poke holes in it?"

    "No...." He gave me a look and I innocently batted my eyes. He handed the cup back to me and I started drinking through the straw, slowly. Not long after finishing the water, I decided to bite the top of it.

    "Y/N!" It was snatched from me and thrown into the trash. The nurse came in and did a quick check-up before releasing me. "Do not!" one of my hands was halfway out the window while the other was rolling said window up.

------ DUN DUN ------

    "Nickyyyyyyy." No answer. "Nickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" My boyfriend's head popped into the doorway, he had pancake batter smudged across his forehead and some flower on his nose. I chuckled and sat up in the bed. "What are you doing?"

    "Making you pancakes, I can see the medication wore off." 

    "Yeah, and it feels like a truck hit me."

Olivia, Alex, and Amanda are mother AU because I personally would love to have one of them be my mother

Sonny Carisi:

    Ironically, you used to be a lawyer. You came from a rich family that always pushed you to do your best and moved from Boston to New York after secretly attending the police academy behind your parents' backs.

    I walked into the squad room, Liv had told me ahead of time that there were some changes but I wasn't expecting a whole new seating arrangement. "Y/N, I know you and Amanda work harmoniously together but we have a new guy so you're going to break him in." She gestured towards the man sitting across from my desk. I placed my stuff down and sat, ignoring him. I wasn't trying to be rude I just had a lot of paperwork to do

    "Nice to meet you, I'm Dominick Carisi Jr. but you can just call me Sonny." He stretched his long arm across the desk and I shook it.

    "Y/N L/N. I'm guessing you're my new partner, I'm happy to be working with you, Sonny."

Nick Amaro:

    You met him at the same time Amanda met him when he walked into the squad room with a full beard. Funny thing, you moved to New York long before Amanda, you were getting tired of Kim's shit. 

    "When are you going to stop bringing new people in?" Liv asked Cragen, it was almost like she wanted to be fired.

    "When you get over Elliot. Look at Y/N, she's recovering well." Cregen pointed at me.

    "I'm only doing well because Amanda is here. I'm telling you she can read my thoughts." I whispered the last part, earning a smack on the back of the head.

    "Well don't hate me for this, I'm partnering you with a Narcotics transfer, and Amanda, you'll be with Fin."

    "Jesus Christ, another one? Was Fin, not enough?" 

    "That was uncalled for." Fin jokingly glared as the elevator opened.

    "Oh wow," I mumbled when I saw my new partner I walked up to him and introduced myself. "I'm Y/N Rollins, you must be the narcotics transfer."

    "Is it that obvious?" I nodded and he chucked. "Nick Amaro,"

    "Careful Amaro, your new partner has a bad temper." Amanda chuckled when Nick turned to you shocked.

Rafael Barba:

    You were an elementary school teacher, first grade specifically. You met Rafael when one of your student's parents raped you for giving their kid a bad grade on a test. 

    "You know I'll never be able to return to my job after this, right?" I frowned and looked at the SVU captain.

    "Well, not at that school. But maybe another school would take you." The door opened and a man in a suit came in. 

    "Ms. L/N? I'm Rafael Barba, the ADA." 

    "Nice to meet you." I scooted away, scared he would touch me.

    "Now, I understand what happened to you, so let's win this. Yeah? Tell me what happened."

    "Well, I had requested for this parent to come in for a conference because his daughter was failing all her tests, he agreed and when he was in my classroom he pinned me against the wall and raped me, he kept saying 'no one fails my daughter, this is your fault'." 

    "Well, we got enough from the rape kit to arrest him, we just need a positive ID from you." I nodded, anything to but this perv away.

Olivia Benson:

    You were found in a pimp house that the squad infiltrated, and you were around 5 years old. Your mother pimped women out to "Give them better lives"

    "Everybody get down!" I heard a voice yell, and people started rushing in and pushing people down. I quickly ran to the corner of the room, trying to escape the chaos. A woman came up to me and crouched down to my height.

    "Hi sweetie, my name is Olivia, what's yours?"

    "Y-Y/N."

    "Nice to meet you Y/N. Don't worry, you're safe now." They brought me to a hospital to check me out, and once they were done they sat me in a room with toys, No one else was there though, it was just me, in a room, all alone. I decided to draw with some crayons. The door opened and the same women from before came in and sat across from me. "Hi Y/N, do you remember me?" 

    "Yeah, you're Olivia, you arrested my mommy." I continued working on my drawing.

    "Do you know why I arrested your mommy?" 

    "Because she sold women. I was next. She said I was going to a nice man named Josh."

    "Well, you're not anymore. What are you drawing?"

    "Me and Josh. Mommy had us meet, and said I had to be broken in."

    "Sweetie, did they make you do something you didn't want to do?" I rapidly nodded.

    "Something was shoved inside of me, I said it hurt and to stop, but they didn't."

Amanda Rollins:

Amanda adopted you in Georgia, after a case that involved your older sister. You were waiting in a room in the hospital for your 'new mother'

    "Hey honey, how are you holding up?" I recognized the woman, she asked me questions about my sister,

    "Good." I made one of my Barbies hit the other one.

    "Your doll says otherwise."

    "She's fine, just a bruise." I colored a purple mark on her forehead. "If she doesn't recover I'll have a nice burial for her."

    "....Okay... Let's go home, okay?" 

Alex Cabot:

    You were the daughter of a rapist, he would use you to lure women in, they would come to babysit you then he would pull them into the bedroom. You were a main witness in the trial, going against the person who gave you food and shelter.

    "Okay, are you sure you can do this?" Detective Benson rubbed my back, we were in the hallway, waiting for Detective Stabler to come to get me to testify.

    "Yeah-yeah totally." The door opened and we were motioned to come in. "No turning back now."

    "The people call Y/N Hewwitt to the stand." I took a deep breath and sat down, bad enough that I was testifying against my own father but the crowd staring at me just made it so much worse. "How old are you Miss Hewwitt?" The blonde ADA asked. I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out, I could feel his eyes on me, and when I looked over he was giving me 'the look'

     "I-I uh,"

    "Answer the question Miss Hewwitt." The judge badgered.

    "I-" my chest got tight, "my-" tears blurred my vision, "10." I pushed out trying to calm myself.

    "Stop this madness, my daughter is clearly in distress." My father tried to trick everyone, oh how I wanted to see him get locked away.

    "The witness is dismissed."

    "No-" I wheezed out. "No-I-I saw it! He did it!" 

    "Miss Cabot, control your witness." The ADA came over to talk to me but when she touched me I broke even more.

    "Don't touch me! He would look for babysitters, tell them he had a 10-year-old daughter who needed to be looked after while he was at work, he would pretend to leave then come back and drag her into the bedroom. She would beg him to stop, he did that to at least 8 babysitters." There was a pause before my father jumped from his seat.

    It was no secret that Sonny was an amazing cook, he would come home from work and immediately go to the kitchen. Sometimes he would even take over when I was in the kitchen, much to my dismay.

    "Hey Sonnny, have you seen my recipe cards?" I climbed onto the counter to reach one of the high cabinets, he liked to hide things up there.

    "Did you check the breadbox?" he yelled back from the office. 

    "Why would it be from the breadbox?" I stumbled off the counter, landing right on my ass, I lay on the ground in the starfish position for a couple of minutes, thinking.

    "Doll, you okay?" I didn't even hear him walk in.

    "Hm?" I turned my head to him, "How long have I been down here?"

    "About 20 minutes. How about you go shower while I make dinner?" He sat down next to me and laid my head in his lap, combing his fingers through my hair.

    "No, it's my turn to cook, I just need to find my cards."

    "Y/N, you can make dessert. Go shower." 

    "I can't get up."

------ DUN DUN ------

    I stepped out of the shower, and smelled something... burning? Sonny burning something is unheard of. Once I was dressed I walked into the kitchen where Sonny was stumbling around, dropping things and mumbling not-so-family-friendly things to himself. "Sonny? What did you do?" He whipped around to me and let out a long heavy sigh.

    "You are a psychopath." 

    "Excuse me?" 

    "Why do you write your recipes like this!?" He held one of my recipe cards up to my face, I'm guessing he was talking about all the messy scribbles and notes.

    "Because that's how I cook darling." I chuckled and smoothed his disheveled hair.

    "Well, you cook like a psychopath, this one has two arrows pointing to it."

    "No, that one is scratched out." I pointed out the marks on the writing, "My pen ran out of ink."

    I sat at my desk, eating out of a family-sized smart food popcorn bag that Sonny had brought me. It seemed to be the only thing that calmed my pregnancy cravings, that and Soda, any kind, matter of fact, I'll drink whatever is put in front of me. "Y/N, no one is going to steal your popcorn." Amanda joked, causing me to send her a sharp glare. "Okay, point taken, my bad." 

    "I'd rather be on bed rest than be stuck at this stupid uncomfortable desk." I groaned, throwing the empty bag in the trash. I slowly stood up and waddled to the vending machine to raid it. When it didn't give me what I wanted I violently shook it and kicked it. "Fucking machine!"

    "Woah," A familiar voice spoke. "Doll, you should sit down, I'll order you takeout." 

   "NO! I want junk food!" 

    "You need to eat balanced meals so the baby is healthy." I swiftly turned to him, I had no idea where this anger was coming from.

    "Sonny, you have five seconds to get me my bag of sour patch kids before I break down." There was a moment of silence. "Pleasssseeee." I drawled out, trying to guilt-trip him.

    "Carisi, get the girl her sour patch kids before she sets this place on fire." Fin encouraged my childish behavior.

    "Doll, you can get your sour patch kids after you eat some actual food, you've been up since 5 am and all you've eaten is popcorn and some old candy you found in our kitchen." I groaned, letting him drag me back to my desk. He placed a whole pile of takeout menus in front of me, "Pick one," I giggled and lifted up a menu that said 'The restaurant'. "Okay, jokester, what do you want?"

    "Mhhh, the baby says a salad and ketchup." He nodded and picked up the phone to order.

    "I'm glad I'm not the pregnant one," Barba joked, "I'd throw up if I ate that stuff."

    "I do throw up. Morning sickness."

    "I was like that when I was pregnant with Jessie. Fin thought I had cancer." Upon hearing his name Fin looked up and his jaw dropped.

    "Hey, Yo!" I let out a laugh and finished my last sheet of paperwork. Sonny sat the salad on my desk and I immediately started inhaling it. 

    "She does this at home too. It's to the point where I have to make two meals so she can eat the whole thing." Sonny chuckled. "She ate a whole pan of lasagna last night."

    "Guys, we have a homicide, Amanda you stay with Y/N." Olivia walked out of her office, jacket in hand.

    "Oh come on! I can't ride with you?" 

    "No, it's called desk duty for a reason." 

    "Sonny!" I turned to my husband in hopes he would at least let me out of there.

    "Rules are rules." He kissed my forehead. "I'll see you when I get back." I crossed my arms.

    "Check your breaks before you leave the lot," I mumbled, just trying to scare him. He stared at me before slowly backing up.

------ DUN DUN ------

    Amanda and I were playing card games, trying to pass the time. "Go fish," I mumbled as she groaned and picked up a card. I felt water rush down my leg and splash onto the ground, I brought my legs closer together to hide the mess. "I think I just peed myself." 

    "Y/N you're in labor!" She moved to grab both of our purses and led me to the car. "I need you to breath." She turned the siren on and started to speed. I let out a pained groan and she reassured me that I'd be okay.

    "Call Sonny!"

--- Meanwhile with Sonny:

    "Liv, I don't think that's such a good idea." Fin tried to stop the captain from talking to the victim's mother, while I was consoling the father. My phone rang, I ignored it the first two times but answered the third, annoyed.

    "What do you need Amanda, I'm busy."

    "Too busy to know that your wife is in labor?" I could feel the anger radiating off of her. 

    "Excuse me?" 

    "Sonny I'm in labor!" Y/N Now yelled. "The baby is coming and she's coming now!" 

    "Oh god, we'll be at Mercy Hospital, hurry, I think she's cutting off circulation to my hand!" The line went dead.

    "Guys, I have to go. Y/N is in labor, she might kill Amanda if I'm not there soon." 

    "Go, we'll take it from here and meet you there." I started my car and drove to the hospital.

---- Back to Y/N and Amanda:

    I screamed as the contractions got worse. "Just take the damn thing out!"

    "I'm sorry ma'am we can't just yet."

    "Amanda where is my husband!" 

    "I'm here doll." Sonny ran into the room and grabbed my hand. "You're doing great baby." 

    "I want it out!" I yelled again. "Ahhhh!" I screamed once again though this time it was very high-pitched.

    "It's coming, push Mrs. Carisi!" I pushed over and over again until I heard crying. "Mr. Carisi, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" 

    "Go on." I smiled at him. He rubbed a hand along the side of my face before he went to cut the cord. Once it was tied off and she was cleaned up they handed her to me, I sat up and held her close. 

    "She has your eyes." I turned to Sonny, who was crying. 

    "And your nose. She's perfect, little Serenity Carisi." After a while, the rest of the group showed up and swooned over the baby.

    "Guys, this is Serenity, Serenity, these are your aunts and uncles." I introduced them.

    "Oh wow, she's beautiful." Amanda praised. "Hi, Serenity. She's a mini Y/N."

    "Yeah, but she has Carisi's baby blues." Fin pointed out.

"Mami! Look what I drew!" Elena ran over to me to the best of her ability. She showed me her little toddler drawing of our family. "That one is you," She pointed to someone in a purple shirt, "This one is Papa." She pointed to the person in the red shirt next to me, "And there is Carlos, and that one is Cammi!" She gave me a wide smile, obviously proud of herself. 

    "Awe, sweetie it's amazing, let's hang it on the fridge."  I took it from her and put it on the fridge next to Camila's report card. "Papa is going to love it." Something hit me in the arm and I turned to stare at the culprit. "What did I say about playing with that hockey puck in the house? You're going to break something." 

    "But mamá, the big game is tomorrow and it's raining outside." Carlos frowned when I picked up the puck and placed it on top of the fridge. 

    "Go play on the Xbox. I just bought you a new game." 

    "Camila is playing the Sims on it." 

    "Tell her that I said to come out here and play with Elena," He mumbled an okay before going to get his twin. "What are we going to do with these two?" I kneeled down at Elena's height and pinched her cheek. She giggled and wabbled off, mumbling some broken Spanish. I got up to start making dinner when I was placing the conchas in the oven I was whacked in the back of my head. I heard a gasp before someone said.

    "Carlos, you got her right in the head Cabrona."

    "Hey! We do NOT use that language in this house! Especially on your sibling!" I whipped around. "No matter how much of a Cabrona they are!" The door front door opened and the twins ran out of the room, going to their father. I grabbed one of the Nerf guns they left on the floor and chased them, I rounded the corner and aimed the gun at Rafael.

    "Woah, triple teaming me?"

    "State your name and purpose." Camila lifted her fake crossbow.

    "Rafael Barba, I'm coming home to my family that seems to be out for blood." He chuckled.

    "Baja tus armas novatos." The kids lowered their weapons and ran back to their room. "Welcome home my love." I kissed his cheek and walked back to the kitchen.

    "Let me guess, that was the twin's idea?"

    "They wanted to use water guns. Be happy I hid them." 

    "How were they today?" He wrapped an arm around my waist, but I pushed him away.

    "No hugs until you've changed. And considering they've only been home for 2 hours, pretty good. Nothing is broken and I'm still sane." He chuckled and went to the bedroom to shower and change.

    "Mamá, how much longer until dinner is ready?" 

    "Now," He reached for a Concha but I smacked his hand away. "No, you're eating all of your dinner first." I placed the bowl on the table and called to dinner, everyone came running, and Elena tumbled but got back up.

    "Mami! Dinner!" I chucked and helped her climb into her little booster seat. 

    "That's right baby, dinner." I took my seat and we all passed the bowls of food around, filling our plates.

    "Mamá this is amazing!" Camila smiled,

    "Yeah, better than Dad's cooking."

I roamed into the living room, carrying a mud-covered Frannie. Amanda looked up from her phone and started uncontrollably laughing. "This isn't funny," I glared.

    "What happened? Ya'll look like you went on a dirt slip and slide."

    "We did. It started raining and she ran down a dirt path. I followed her and tripped." She laughed harder and took a picture.

    "I'm sending this to Nick." I huffed, letting Frannie run all over the room. "Hey!" 

    "Whoops." My phone rang and I looked at it, "Rollins." I answered. 

    "Hey, N/N. I wanted to check in with you and Amanda, I have my own personal cell here-" I hung up the phone before she could finish.

    "What's wrong?"

    "I-uh-nothing! I'm going to shower, there's a rock in my shoe." I quickly ran to the bathroom and locked the door. After what Kim had done to me and Amanda I was pissed, we were sent to jail, tried for murder, and our shields and guns were confiscated. I wasn't ready to forgive her, I turned the shower off, got dressed, and exited the bathroom. 

    "Y/N, Kim just called me. She called you too, didn't she?" 

    "Yeah, I'm not ready to forgive her Mandy."

    "I know, but she's our little sister."

    "Amanda, she lied to Lieutenant Tucker about us! She went to IAB and got us arrested!" There was a knock at the front door. "What!?" I yelled when I opened the door. 

    "I came to see how your day off is. I'm going to assume not so good." Nick snapped me out of my angry fit. "We need you, we got a homicide call."

    "Okay, just let me change out of my sweats." 

------ DUN DUN ------

    "So, what were you two yelling about?" I raised my head from where I rested it on my hand and looked at him.

    "Shouldn't you be focused on driving?" I retorted.

    "I can multitask, I've only ever seen you that angry when you're dealing with a perp."

    "Kim called us today, she said she wanted to check in on us, but I'm still mad at her."

    "And you have every right to be,"

    "Amanda wants to forgive her. She says that she's our little sister. I get family means everything but I'm pissed." The car came to a stop and we climbed out. 

    "Detective Amaro, this is my partner Detective Rollins. What do we have here?"

    "16-year-old, at least 8 months pregnant, we found 28 stab wounds in her stomach and a gunshot to her head, there's no way to tell which one came first." I stared down at the young woman who lay on the ground, lifeless. 

    "That's not just a stab wound." I took a pair of gloved and put them on, gagging when I picked up an umbilical cord. "Whoever did this took the baby." The paramedics flipped her over, she had 'whore' carved into her back. "Oh, my god." 

    "I texted Liv, she's interviewing her classmates with Amanda." 

    "Okay, I think I need to step out." I took the gloves off, threw them away, and walked out the back sliding door, and Nick followed me out, closing the door behind us.

    "Cariño, what's wrong?" I was leaning on the railing of the balcony, looking down at the cars below us.

    "She was only 16, who was she involved with? And the mother said she was home, how do you not hear a gunshot or the screams of your daughter? Something just isn't sitting right with me about this."

    "They did some snooping in the daughter's room, the baby daddy is a 'retired' pimp. After questioning the mother on it we learned she was selling her kids for money."

    "Wait, kids?" I turned around to look at him. He nodded. "How old was the other?"

    "I don't think you want to know." I covered my face with my hands and let out a long sigh. "Liv wants us back at the precinct. She said it's urgent." I started walking away but he grabbed my arm. "By the way, you looked adorable covered in mud with Frannie." I gave him a look and walked back to the car.

------ DUN DUN ------

    "16-year-olds Martillia Costello and Maryam Costello were found dead in their apartment today at noon, their mother claims to have been in the apartment but says she didn't hear any struggling or any gunshots." Olivia filled us in on all the information we had.

    "Which would be impossible unless she was deaf or was listening to some really loud music," I added on.

    "Exactly, which is why we believe she was involved in the murder."

    "We interviewed everyone who was close to her, she went to a group for teen pregnancies." Amanda read off her notes and taped a business card onto the whiteboard. "We called them and the ages ranged between, 16 to 19"I squinted at the card then looked back at the picture of the victim. "She's also not the first one in the group to suffer a terrible death."

    "What do you mean?" Nick asked.

    "Nicole Freeman was another 16-year-old, stabbed and shot the same way, Umbilical cord tied around her neck, and her baby was gone." 

    "So this sicko waits until they're ready to pop and attacks, they take the baby and kill the mother," Fin stated.

    "And neither of them knew who the baby's father was." I rapidly wrote on my notepad and jumped up. "Let me go undercover as a pregnant teen, I'll join the group, claim to be 8 months pregnant and say I don't know who the father is. That's the only way to infiltrate the group and find the killer."

    "Hell will freeze over before I let you do that." Amanda looked at me like I was incapable of doing this.

    "No, she's right, maybe that will work." Olivia looked at me, "Can you do it?" 

    "Tell me where to get a pregnancy belly and I'm in." 

------ DUN DUN ------

    "Are you sure about this?" Nick parked the car in front of the building. "You're shaking."

    "I'm sure, this is going to save innocent lives."

    "You're very brave. I love you, Mi Amor."

    "I love you too." I kissed his cheek and waddled out of the car and into the building.

    "Girls we have someone new with us today. Would you like to introduce yourself?" The group leader Rose spoke.

    "My name is Katherine, I'm 7 months pregnant with a baby girl and I'm 16."

    "Nice to meet you, Katherine." Everyone spoke in unison, making me uncomfortable. Both murders were on the same day the girls joined, so this shouldn't be so hard.

   "How about we meet up in my office when we're done here, alright Katherine."

    "Uh, yeah. Okay." I responded.

------

    "So Katherine," She poured me a glass of water. "Where is the father of your baby?"

    "Oh, he's in jail for rape."

    "So the baby is going to grow up without a father?"

    "No, I have a boyfriend, he's not the biological father, but he'll do." I drank the water. "Why is it spicy?" 

    "Tap water." I felt dizzy.

    "No, no. Something is-" Black.

----

    I opened my eyes and I was in my own living room, "What the hell?" We of course took no chances and rigged the place with cameras, I knew the safe word, I would be safe.

    "You're not fit to be a mother." Rose sliced my shoulder making me scream out. "A 16-year-old 7 months pregnant, no father." She sliced in between each word, getting deeper as she went. "Now I'm going to do with you what I did to those other whores." She brought the knife toward my fake stomach and sliced it open.

    "Please, I want to live" I threw out the safeword. In seconds everyone was in the room, guns drawn. 

    "Police! Put your hands up!" Rose turned to me and I smirked through the pain.

    "Rose Arintine. You're under arrest for the murders of Martillia Costello, Maryam Costello, and Nicole Freeman," 

    "You have no proof of that!"

    "You just tried to kill me and take my baby. And we found the missing babies in your house." She was dragged away and Amanda and Nick untied me. 

    "You okay?" She asked. I nodded "Okay, I'm going home." I removed the fake belly and turned to Nick. 

    "I think you owe me something." He grabbed my waist. 

    "Yeah? And what is that?"

Olivia: Gods give me patience.

Amanda: Don’t you mean ‘give me strength?’

Olivia: If the gods gave me strength, everyone would be dead.

Nick, on the phone: Liv I need to borrow $500,000

Olivia: For what?

Nick: An escape room

Olivia: What kind of escape room requires $500,000

Nick: …

Nick: Jail.

Perp: Please stop hitting my ribcage with a metal bar

Elliot: *Hits them harder*

Carisi: Barba, I just have one question for you.

Barba: What is it, Carisi?

Carisi: What color is an orange?

Barba: Carisi you bonehead, its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon

Elliot This is very hard for me. I was born at a very young age.

Olivia: *Gives him a look*

Cragen: Truth or dare?

Olivia: Truth.

Cragen: How many hours have you slept this week?

Olivia: Dare.

Cragen Go home and sleep.

Olivia: I don’t like this game

Jeffries: What does ‘take out’ mean? 

Elliot: Food.

Olivia: Dating

Munch: Murder.