Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Dick Wolf. Written for the 5loves community at LJ under the name dianahawthorne, for the theme "mistletoe".
It was a Christmas party at the 27th Precinct, and Liz was standing in the corner, not really fitting in with the rest of the people at the party. She was the police psychiatrist, true, but she never really fit in with the police officers, even the female ones. At parties like this, she was always a wallflower.
"Having fun, Liz?" Mike Logan asked, sidling up to her. She jumped and spilled her drink on her dress.
"Mike!" she gasped, then looked down at her dress. "Oh, dear."
"Here, Liz," he said, handing her a handkerchief.
She began to dab at the stain on her dress. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," he said. She handed him his now-stained handkerchief. "Keep it."
"Thank you," she said, tucking the handkerchief in her purse.
"Care to dance?" Mike asked.
"All right," she agreed, and set her purse down on a nearby table.
They danced for a few songs, before Liz told Mike that she needed to go home. He bade her goodnight, and she started towards the door. He saw that she left her purse lying on the table, and he grabbed it and rushed over to her, just as she reached the exit.
"Liz!" he called and she turned around. "You forgot your purse," he told her, handing it to her.
"Thank you, Mike," she said. "I had a wonderful time tonight."
"So did I," he replied.
Liz saw a bunch of mistletoe hanging from the doorframe, and stepped closer to him. She stretched up and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Merry Christmas, Mike," she said, smiling at him and shrugging on her coat before giving him one final glance and leaving.
He whistled lowly. It was a very merry Christmas indeed.