Deck the Halls
Summary: So it's ridiculously early, but I'm in a festive mood. The squad decorates for Christmas. Hijinxs ensue. (And Munch complains.) Cabot's in this too. What more could you want? This is meant in good fun and I hope I didn't offend anyone. R&R please! Happy holidays!
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say-
Have a holly jolly Christmas, it's the best time of the year-
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock-
"MUNCH STOP MESSIN' WITH THE RADIO!" Fin shouted. He was standing on a medium sized ladder, hanging up garland across the entrance to the squadroom.
"It is too much to ask to get a little bit of political correctness in this precinct? We ARE employed by the City of New York after all…" Munch complained, still playing with the radio dial.
"We gave you your menorah…what more to you want!" Fin responded, and tilted his head towards the window. "Can't you shut up for once? Now get your skinny ass over here and tell me if this is straight." Fin climbed down from the ladder and admired his handiwork.
"I don't even get to use real candles!" Munch sighed, knowing he has and never will win this discussion. "It looks fine," he scoffed, and sat down again at his desk. "I just can't wrap my head around how commercial your holidays are yet no one seems to care when I burn my latkes."
"Haven't you learned anything yet Munch? You can't cook. Watching you burn the latkes accompanied by your swearing is hilarious. It's the highlight of my holiday." Olivia smirked as she entered the room, carrying the little Christmas tree she always placed on her desk.
Munch continued to grumble to himself. "I hate the holidays. They are all just another excuse for us to overspend and overeat."
"You burned the latkes again, huh Munch?" Elliot asked, entering the squadroom.
Alex Cabot followed in after him. "Why am I not surprised?" she asked, taking off her coat. She gently brushed the few snowflakes that had landed on her outside off the sleeves.
"He's cranky…even by his standards." Melinda Warner responded, who was brewing makeshift hot cocoa in the back of the squadroom. She was attempting to boil water in the microwave.
"Melinda, what are you doing?" Elliot asked, as her mischief had previously been unnoticed.
"I wanted hot cocoa!" she responded, smirking.
Cragen joined the party too; he closed the door to his office behind him, and walked towards the group holding a cookie tin. "You all know what time it is!" he said, and shook the tin. A faint rattling was heard from inside.
"Oh yeah, Secret Santa time, yeah!" (1) Elliot exclaimed.
"That's right." Cragen responded. "Each of your names is written on a slip of paper. If you pick your own name, put it back and choose another."
Everyone formed a circle around Cragen. Suddenly, all the lights in the squadroom went out.
"Are you kidding me? You'd think the city could invest in some higher quality fuses," Alex commented. "I can't see two inches in front of my nose."
"Put your glasses on Counselor," Elliot remarked.
"Hilarious," Alex commented dryly. "Wait a minute…Munch has candles doesn't he?"
Even though it was dark, Munch could feel everyone's eyes shift onto him. "Oh so NOW you need me, huh? You have to promise that next year…I get to decorate the squadroom."
The entire room groaned. "Fine John, sure." Cragen responded.
Munch smirked to himself, and groped around in the darkness until he found his battery-operated menorah on the windowsill. He flicked the switches, and one by one, each of the candle's "flames" turned on.
As he flicked each switch, Munch began to sing.
Put on your yarmulke…here comes Chanukah!So much funukah…to celebrate Chanukah-
"JOHN. I said you could decorate. NOT SING." Cragen shouted.
THE END
(1) Oh yeah, Jersey Shore reference, yeah!
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it!