Munchkin
"Hi, you've reached John Munch. I'm obviously at work right now, so leave a message...BEEP!"
The familiar voice of his old partner back in Homicide reached his ears,
"Hey, Munchkin! What have you been doing lately? We all miss you back here, so call us back, unless of course Mr. Big shot NYPD is to good for us lowly Baltimore folk now..."
Munch chuckled softly and pressed the stop button on his answering machine. Feeling a tap on his shoulder he jumped, only to find that Olivia was standing right behind him, and had probably heard the entire thing, if the huge grin on her face was any indication.
"What did he call you, John?" She asked with barely-concealed glee.
"Liv, don't start. And don't tell the guys either." Munch pleaded, stepping even closer to her and wrapping his arms around her. She laughed.
"Hmm, I don't know. What's in if for me?"
"Are you asking for a bribe?" He asked with mock-shock.
"John..." She began with a playful glare.
"Fine. What do you want, what is going to make you forget about this whole thing?"
"Nope," she should her head, "I never said I'd forget about it. It's just too hilarious, Munchkin."
"Liv, stop."
"That's cute, "Munchkin" I like it."
"LIV!" He exclaimed.
"Oh fine, I'll stop," She said, pretending to complain." She was silent for a few seconds until her face lit up again,
"...Munchkin."
He let out a grunt of annoyance and successfully shut her up by covering her lips with a sweet, passionate kiss.