Disclaimer: Dick Wolf and NBC own everything 'Law and Order' besides Teddy.

Summary: A misplaced suitcase leads to the death of Santa on Centre Street and it's up to the detectives of the 27 and the Manhattan D.A's to solve the mystery during the holiday season. Features some M/C love.

A/N: Howdy! I'm new here but I'd like to thank everyone for being so warm welcoming. This is my first story and I'm having a ball writing it, I'm not all that confident with my grammar so please bare with me. It's a murder mystery set during season 19. It was originally supposed to be just a funny crime story until I put some Mike and Connie love in… now I can't stop! (You M/C shippers are converting me! Haha)

Have an awesome Christmas and a great New Year. I hope this story gives you a big smile on your dial.

Chapter 1.

Santa's Suitcase

20th December

D.A's Office

10.45am

Mike finally began to put up Christmas decorations in his office after a long month of trying to ignore the holiday season just so he could keep his focus on work. He knew criminals wouldn't stop killing people just to keep the holiday spirit alive, so why should he have to stop putting them away?

But Connie was very persuasive; she always knew when it was best to call it day. She could just about read Mike's mind, like when he was spent and needed a breather from a caseload or an ear to vent to. But it would be a whole different story if it were Jack telling him to slow down; for he needed to specifically order Mike to stop. Connie only needed to smile or lift an eyebrow to make the Alpha-dog-that-never-backs-down surrender. She had that effect on a lot of people.

"Stay up there!" Mike commanded the tinsel he was putting up on the top of the windowsill. His frustration was growing.

"I can read tomorrows headlines already; The People vs. tinsel" said a friendly and familiar voice coming from the hallway.

"Ha! But why am I the victim here?" Mike laughed

"Morning Jessica," Jack said to his secretary, "It's beating you bad .Mike, from what I can see."

"Shall I call Lupo and Bernard for back up?" Connie teased as she placed a fresh cup of coffee and a bagel on Mike's desk, giggling, "Morning Mike, Jack"

Whoa! We don't need Christmas lights to brighten the room now that she's here, Mike proposed to himself.

"Hey Connie," was all he could string up in that moment while wrestling with the decorations tangling around him.

"Good morning Connie. Great idea and I'll ask Van Burren to do a background check" Jack cheekily grinned, leaning against the whiteboard.

"Well, we don't need a tree now, we can just put mike in the corner until Christmas is over. We can put a star on him and feed him when we feel like it.

"Hmm," Jack agreed, "The 'Cutter tree'."

"Are you gonna help me or not?" exclaimed Mike.

"Not," Jack shot back as he went to his own office.

"Fine, stand still" Connie rolled her eyes as she made her way over to mike. "This is one mess you've got yourself into, Mike," smirking at him.

His heart suddenly started pounding and an innocent grin slid across his face.

"He looks like an excited puppy," she thought while unraveling tinsel. "All he'd need now is a wagging-"

"umm," Mike interrupted, "is everything alright?"

"Definitely..." she calmly mentioned, then stood back in shock looking up.

How long have I been staring at his butt?

"I mean, yeah, yep, everything's cool," she corrected herself, beginning to blush.

She continued to unwrap her own ideal Christmas present until someone knocked at the door.

"Oh, hey Teddy, thanks for the coffee," Connie welcomed the man in.

"No worries, I'm so sorry for spilling yours in the first place"

"I hope none got on that marvelous suit of yours," said Connie.

"I hope it didn't either, this should be considered antique by now," Ted said examining his outfit. "Least I'm not the only one on Centre Street to be wearing one, I saw another Santa at the Coffee stand"

"Well, you are the best person in this office to wear it each year," Mike complimented

"Judging by the amount of volunteers, I'll be the last one to wear it too"

"Least by then, you'll have your own big fluffy white beard," Connie joked.

"And the belly too, mind you, if I keep up these Milk and Cookies," Ted chuckled as he left two boxes of cookies on the desk, waved and walked out.

"I better get on with the case then," Connie sighed, as she grabbed her coffee and cookie box, making her way out. "See ya," she smiled.

"See ya. Oh and thanks" Mike waved as he grabbed his bagel.

1 hour later…

Mike headed over to the evidence safe to continue research on a recent case, walking the detour route of course, just to catch a certain beautiful A.D.A working at her desk. He loved the fact that the safe was on the other side of the building's floor and that Connie's desk was right in the middle. What he loved even more was that it would take her 19 steps to get up from her chair to the elevator while it only would take 7 steps to step into his office. While walking He also calculated that his conviction rate was nothing compared to how many times a day he would think about Connie. His arithmetic was interrupted when he passed the corner to the safe to find Teddy and his co-worker arguing.

"….when you got coffee," Sarah had started.

"Whadda ya mean that's not your case?" exclaimed the cookie-crumb-covered attorney in red. "Why, what was in there that was so important?"

Sarah and Teddy suddenly lowered their voices when they realised Mike was right in front of them

"Ted, what are you talking about? That's not mine," said Sarah, seemingly embarrassed with Mike near by.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just getting something from here," Mike said as he pressed the keys on the lock to get his evidence. He then went back to his office, gladly going the scenic route again.

"By the way, it's too early for you to be wearing that stupid Santa suit!" Sarah continued to argue, thinking Mike was out of earshot.

"You always have to be the D.A office Grinch don't cha?" growled Teddy as he stormed out to the elevator.

20 minutes later…

7 or more Gunshots were heard outside the D.A's office followed by a few screams before Centre Street fell dead silent. Someone killed Santa.

A/N: [Cue theme song]

Got your seat belt's on yet? Brace yourself for a bumpy ride, it may get a bit confusing next chapter because the time span will jump around a bit. Stay tuned :)

Thanks so much for reading... or staring at the page and scrolling. haha xoxox