And this frame of mind wouldn't be helped by Lincoln's agent, strolling in, saying, "Good job, detectives," and announcing he's filing suit against them individually as well as against the NYPD for negligence, for outing Lincoln. Someone told shock jock "Sportsman Larry" who apparently told five million listeners that Lincoln Haver is a "big, flaming faggot," and Sineade and Natasha swear they weren't the ones who told Sportsman Larry. Since Sineade and Natasha are obviously moral pillars, Gary's pointing the finger of blame at the detectives. Just then, lights and sirens start going off on Lincoln's medical equipment, and a doctor runs in and starts yelling things.
Olivia and Elliot listen to "Sportsman Larry" make jokes about queers not being satisfied with being hairdressers but also wanting to get their hands "on our balls." Arriving at the station, there's a throng of rainbow-colored protestors holding up signs denouncing the NYPD's outing of Lincoln Haver, and I'd think they'd be more likely to be protesting outside Sportsman Larry's building. I figure the fantasy football fans with Lincoln as their starting quarterback would be the ones protesting the outing.
"What the hell did you two do?" snaps Cragen when they walk in, and can't be arsed to listen to Olivia say they didn't tell Sportsman Larry, because "somebody did." And the brass wants a full investigation. IAB is waiting, and Olivia's up first.
IAB's dumped Olivia's phone records -- whoa! Already? -- and the investigating officer points out a phone number Olivia has called twelve times in the last five days -- it's the phone number of one Kurt Moss, who's an editor at the Ledger, which just happened to run a story on Big Gay Lincoln (under the headline, I swear to God, "Homo-cide") even before Sportsman Larry announced it. So what were you calling Kurt Moss about, asks Tucker. Olivia reluctantly says they've been dating. But when pressed, she admits no one knows about it. "So you're creating this fictional booty call to save your own ass," says the IAB. Well, presumably Kurt knows about it, right? "He's my boyfriend!" says Olivia. "And you're his source," snaps Tucker. Well, source of booty, maybe.