Internal Affairs Chapter 4, a law and order: svu fanfic

"Alright y'all I believe you promised me and the boss lady drinks, so let's go boys."

"Actually Nick planned this whole night out with Liv, that means he's buying first round."

"Alright, alright. Let's go my children."

"Does that mean Rollins is sleeping with the mom cause I ain't into that."

"Fin!"

"Just kidding with ya girl, jeesh"

Walking into the bar Nick and Olivia had chosen the rest of the team couldn't help but fear what the actual plan was. In the back of the room was a small stage which held a very drunk man was stumbling his way through what might have once been a country song.

"I got a bad feeling Rollins."

"I know what you mean, I think we're being set up."

Taking a seat near the stage Nick waived the waitress over and ordered five Coronas. Several beers later Olivia decided to make the night a little more fun.

"Alright I propose we make a little friendly wager, new guy you want in on this."

"I think I'll sit out this round, you know get a feel for the game."

"Alright Rollins, Fin you two against Nick and myself. Simple as guess the song the two girls waiting to get on stage will sing, losing team has to get on stage and winning team picks the song."

"You got a deal babe."

Quietly both teams whispered back and forth amongst themselves.

"Ready?"

"Fin and me are thinking Proud Mary."

"Too old Rollins, Genie In a Bottle."

Sitting back as the two women hit the stage and the first notes of the song started.

"I may be new but how the hell did you do that Sarge?"

"Lucky guess."

"I told you we was being set up Amanda."

"Let's just get this over with partner."

Standing next to the stage Fin directed the blonde's attention to their table.

"This is going to be bad, I can only imagine what those three are coming up with."

"Whatever it is let's just have fun with it."

"Whatever you say."

Heading up onto stage both detectives took the mikes handed to them. As the music started Fin rolled his eyes and Amanda couldn't help but laugh.

"They're going to take my black card."

"Just do back up, luckily you have a white 90's kid up here with ya."

"Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby

All right stop, Collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop? Yo – I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, Go rush the speaker that booms

I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it, You better gain way

You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play

If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping

With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'

Quick to the point, to the point, no faking

Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon

Burning them they ain't quick and nimble

I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

And a hi hat with a souped up tempo

I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo

Rollin' in my 5.0

With my ragtop down so my hair can blow

The girlies on standby, Waving just to say, "Hi!"

Did you stop? No – I just drove by

Kept on pursuing to the next stop

I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block

That block was dead

Yo – so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis

Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis

Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine

Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall

The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"

Gunshots ranged out like a bell

I grabbed my nine – All I heard were shells

Falling on the concrete real fast

Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas

Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed

I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack

Police on the scene, You know what I mean

They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends

If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet

Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it

My town, that created all the bass sound

Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground

'Cause my style's like a chemical spill

Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel

Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept

We make it hype and you want to step with this

Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja

Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"

If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure when it's time to get loose

Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice

If there was a problem, Yo – I'll solve it!

Check out the hook while DJ revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo, man, let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold "

"Thank you, now I'm going back to my day job."

Making their way back to the table one detective was laughing while the other was hanging his head.

"Wow babygirl I didn't know you had that in you."

"What can I say 90's kid."

"Don't remind your old lady she's old. And Fin it'll be okay, I haven't judged you for the last 15 years I won't start now."

Deciding to test her boundaries Amanda approached the older woman and climbed onto her lap, leaning her head back with the most innocent look she could.

"What do you say we head out and I'll show you how not old you are."

"Well guys it's been fun but duty calls."

All three men watched the women stumble to the curb flagging down a cab strategically with the tongues intertwined. Finally the new guy broke their silent stares.

"No offense to anyone, but do you realize the two hottest women we know just left here to fuck each other and we gentlemen are still not getting laid."

"We at least have beer."

"Seems your both right, Amaro your turn to buy again."

"Here's to not getting any!"

"To being lone bachelors!"

"To Benson and Rollins, may neither walk straight tomorrow."