Defensive
Munch turned down the busy street, silently willing that the person in the seat next to him would just shut up.
"Aw, come on John, I see the way you look at her. Your sunglasses don't hide your feelings as much as you think, you know."
Munch groaned, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel absently.
"I do not look at her any differently than I look at you or Elliot." He stated firmly.
"Come on, you know you like her!" His passenger insisted in a sing-song voice. His cheeks tinged a bit, and he received a knowing glance in return.
" What?! I'm telling you I don't like her!" He snapped.
"Yes you do."
"No I don't"
This continued on, quite childishly I might add, for almost another two minutes until,
"Damn it, Cabot! I do not like Benson!" Munch exclaimed defensively. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then,
"Yeah, sure." She drawled, "It's so stupid to deny it, just admit it. Liv and John, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-
"Would you shut up if I said yes?!" He exclaimed suddenly and then sighed in defeat. He drove the rest of the way to the courthouse in silence, either not knowing or caring that Alex Cabot sat next to him, grinning triumphantly.