1Say Uncle
Chapter one
A young woman walked into the 1-6 squad room, an air of confidence about her. She had shoulder length ,very straight brown hair that was matched by her warm chocolate brown eyes. Lifting her sunglasses off of the top of her head and putting them in her coat pocket, she walked up to the nearest desk, where Elliot Stabler was currently working diligently on his paperwork, which wasn't unusual.
"Excuse me, Detective?" She said to get his attention. Elliot looked up when he heard someone call him. Seeing the beautiful woman in front of him he briefly lost his professionalism and had to blink quickly to regain focus. The woman noticed this, and smirked.
Sighing, Elliot used his ounce of remaining dignity to ask in a firm, yet kind tone,
"Can I help you ma'am?" She bit the inside of her lip lightly to stop herself from giggling, 'wow, he went into that tough guy act pretty fast. It's kinda cute.' She thought, before responding,
"Oh, yes. I was looking for Detective Munch."
"Oh." Elliot couldn't help but sound surprised. The last time a beautiful young lady came in to see Munch, (' It's okay to subconsciously notice she's beautiful. Nothing wrong with that... right?') it was that news reporter who had been raped and later killed. He sighed silently, remembering that particular case from so long ago, and murmured a polite "Excuse me for a moment," Nodding in the woman's direction, he walked off down the halls to search for Munch Just as he turned the corner Olivia and Munch magically appeared out of one of the interrogation rooms, which he couldn't help but notice when greeting them at the doorway, (the room had no window to observe through,) was empty.
'Interesting...I'll ask Liv about it later. Back to business.'
"Hey guys," he nodded slightly in greeting, not wanting to make the woman, who ever she was, wait to long. "Munch, there's this...woman over by my desk. She came in asking for you." The last part came out as more of a question. If Munch was surprised by this, he didn't show it. It was probably a witness or rape victim who he had helped before anyway, right?
Munch walked over towards Elliot's desk and introduced himself like he would when serving a warrant or knocking on a witnesses door,
"Detective John Mu- he was, however, interrupted.
" I know who you are. But the question is, do you remember me? You know being senile and all..." The woman trailed off smiling when a look of recognition crossed across Munch's face. He quickly gave her a warm, friendly hug and started bombarding her with questions. Elliot, Olivia and Fin, whose attention was now caught, looked on with obvious interest.
"What are you doing here?! I wasn't expecting to see you. Is something wrong?" He asked very quickly. The woman laughed,
"I came here because I wanted to, I wanted to surprise you, and no NOTHING is wrong. Chill. I do have some news however..."
"What?" Asked Munch with an air of uncharacteristic impatience, " Spill it kid."
" I transferred from Staten Island Narc, and as of a couple weeks ago, I have been working in Manhattan Homicide..." She trailed off again and acted as if the next part was going to be no big deal. The slight squeak in her voice gave away her though excitement as she said, "An now I'm a detective!"
"Alright!" Munch hugged her again, and after a moment of watching the two celebrate, Elliot couldn't take in any more, "Um...what the heck is going on Munch and... I didn't catch your name the first time." He said.
The woman smiled in a way some might call flirtatious.
"That's because I didn't tell you my name, Detective."
Munch rolled his eyes behind her, shaking his head. 'Of all the people she chooses to flirt with...' His thought was cut off by none other than Elliot himself,
"Well would you mind telling us who you are then?" He asked, trying, and failing, to sound annoyed."
She smiled,
"Sure, allow me to introduce myself," She flipped her badge out momentarily, out of habit more than anything, before saying quite confidently, "Detective Julia Munch, I'm this doofus's niece."