I do not own the characters of L&O CI, but I sure do have fun playing with them. Please read and review!

A/N: Okay, it's that time of year! Ghosts and goblins. I couldn't resist. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

Moving In

It was the first part of August, when Alex began studying the computer screen. Leaning forward, she looked closer at the screen. The photo was that of a 1901 house built of quarried stone from the Carolinas. There was a single turret on the front corner, and a porch that went around the base of the turret, extending almost all the way to the side door. On the second floor, one of the rooms had a French door, that opened up on to the flat roof that covered the front porch. She leaned back, squinting at the screen. Although the yard was small, the house was definitely an elegant Victorian style home.

Bobby passed by several times, carrying boxes of his items into the house. For now, they decided to keep Alex's home, and let his lease go on the apartment. Passing her, as she sat back in the chair, he quietly tipped toed up on her. Bending over her, he wrapped his right arm around her front. He began nuzzling her neck. Alex felt a tingle go down her spine as he began sucking on her ear. She tilted her head up, and he obliged her with a kiss. Pulling her up out of the chair, he turned her towards him. He groaned as the kiss went deeper.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. He stood straight up, pulling her with him. "How about we call it a day, and begin our night?"

She looked at him, and then the clock. "Bobby, it's only ten AM, and from the looks of it, you have a lot more work to do."

He sighed, lowering her feet to the floor. Looking deep into her eyes, he said teasingly , "Tell me you're not interested?"

Standing on her tip toes, she gave him a quick kiss on his lips. "Oh, I'm very interested, I just don't want to live in a house full of boxes."

Letting her go, he went back to work hauling in boxes. Alex sat back down in front of the computer clicking the print brochure button.The printer began to spew out the pages. She took them to the couch and studied each photograph carefully. Then she read the description again. Carrying in the last box, he set it in the living room and took a seat next to her, playfully pushing her to where she almost fell over.

Alex sat up and shoved him back. He laughed. "Babe, have to have more lead than that to tip me over. He cocked his head, trying to see what she was looking at. What are you looking at?"

She handed him the print out. "It's a bed and breakfast in Connecticut. I thought we could go there for our honeymoon."

He frowned, he had promised her a honeymoon of her choice. He studied the brochure. "What can we do at a bed and breakfast, that we can't do here, only louder?"

Alex smiled. "That's not the point, and you promised."

Bobby sighed. Mind like a steel, no, titanium trap. He nodded, handing back the brochure. "Alright, you decide, make the arrangements, and we'll go."

Alex grinned. "This one is operated by three sisters. They bought their grandmother's home in 2000, renovated it, and opened it as a bed and breakfast. She paused. "They indicate the house is haunted."

Bobby sat back against the couch and scoffed. "Alex, tell me you don't believe in ghosts."

She met his gaze and gave him her best girlish smile. Leaning up against him, she played with his arm. "And if I do?"

Bobby kissed the top of her head. "I think it's, uh, for a first rate detective to believe in ghosts..." He sighed, knowing that once her mind was made u, there was no swaying her.

She half way listened to him as her attention fell on the hand carved statue of a woman. Removing herself from his arms, she got up, she walked over to it, picking it up she turned it in her hands. She felt the tool work on the wood and smiled. They had found her at a flea market a few weeks ago. Alex remembering being drawn to it the minute they entered the booth. She turned the statue over and looked at the bottom. The artist's signature was in pencil and easy to read. She smiled, George Markham. She set the statue back on the shelf.

Alex tapped her chin and sat back down on the couch. "It's been in the family since 1901, when it was built, with the exception of 20 years. Who knows what this old house holds?"

Bobby rose from the couch, and picked up the box. Looking at her studying the brochure, he shook his head, amazed that such an intelligent woman would even consider that there were such things as ghosts.