"All right people, listen up!" All heads turned as Captain Donald Cragen's voice interrupted thoughts, concentration, and a game of footsie. "The Police Commison didn't like the results of last week's 'sensitivity training' course..."

"Might have gone better if Stabler hadn't threatened the instructor..." Munch offered, returning Fin's kick.

"I didn't threaten him...I just told him-in my own special way..." Elliot countered.

"Oh, it was special, all right..." Olivia quipped, laughing along with Fin and Munch. "You almost beat the guy up!"

"...that I don't take well to people touching me," Elliot continued, ignoring Olivia.

"Man, he was only helping with the breathing exercise..." Munch said as he desperately tried to hide that Fin's last kick had hurt.

"Well, I didn't want that fruit loop touching me either," Fin interjected. "I was about to jump up and help Elliot beat him up." He smirked as he saw Munch 'casually' lean down and rub his ankle.

"I say that breathing exercises are for pansies!" Elliot shouted, pumping a fist into the air. Everyone laughed at the randomness of the outburst.

"That's exactly why they recommended this. They had you in mind when they thought this up," Cragen contined. "I'm just sorry everyone else has to suffer." Everyone laughed at that.

"Is it that bad?" Olivia asked, wiping away tears.

"Depends...you like kids?" Cragen asked.

"I don't!" Fin shouted.

"Well, I guess it is bad, then," Cragen smiled. "They decided to start a youth program. They've selected youth from various orphanages to participate. You'll be paired up with one youth for the summer. In that time, you'll take them under your wing, teach them a bit about what you know-not too much; they are only children-and in the process, maybe you guys will stop beating up the perps." He looked directly at Elliot as he said this last part.

"Do those of us who have never beat anybody get to be excluded?" Munch asked.

"No, John. Besides that would only exclude you..." This time, he made a point of looking at Fin, who promptly turned to look at Olivia.

"What?" Olivia demanded. "Okay, I beat the guy up, so what? I guess next time he'll remember that you can only squeeze melons at the fruit stand!" Everyone roared with laughter. They all remember the incident with a certain suspect who tried to feel Olivia up.

"Well, the kiddies should be here shortly," Cragen said.

"Do we have to take them home with us?" Fin asked.

"What do you propose? Locking them in a cage at night?" Cragen turned to Fin.

"I just don't..."

"You don't want them to be influenced by the many women who flow through your door, right?" Everyone started snickering. Fin pursed his lips and chose not to reply.

"What if we don't have room?" Olivia asked.

"You got a couch?"

"Ye...yeah..."

"...Then you've got room. No more arguements! What's done is done and they is no way you're weasling out of it unless you're critically injured or suicidal." With that, Cragen retreated to his office.

It was four thirty and the detectives sat watching the clock. It hadn't been too busy and everyone was betting on going home at five. Suddenly a commotion was heard in the hallway.

"Damn, there goes my evening..." Fin said, but before anyone could move, the door swung open. There stood a group of homely looking kids, some looked as if they were ready to beat down anyone brave enough to challenge them, the others, quiet and a bit reserved, but all glared at the detectives. Seconds later, a plump woman bustled into the room, pushing through the kids and fussing with them. Suddenly she turned and announced to the detectives: "I'm looking for Donald Cragen! May he present himself at once!" The detectives tried their best not to laugh and the kids looked embarassed.

"I'm Donald Cragen," Cragen answered, stepping out of his office.

"Ah, good. I'm Tina McCloud of Social Services," she paused to shake his hand, "we're here for the youth program..."

"Oh, yes. Of course..." Cragen turned to the detectives. "Allow me to make introductions. This the Detective Elliot Stabler..." Elliot stood and shook the woman's hand. She battered her eyes at him and, when he grinned, she melted. Cragen loudly cleared his throat.

"...Detective Olivia Benson..." Olivia stood and, after shooting Elliot a death glare, shook the woman's hand-hard. Cragen rolled his eyes.

"Detective Odafin Tutuola..." Fin stood and shook her hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that..." she said, glancing over her shoulder at Elliot.

"Call me Fin," Fin replied politely.

"...and Detective John Munch..." John stood and brought her hand to his lips.

"Pleased to make your acquantince, my lady..." Munch said, waggling his eyebrows at her over the rim of his glasses. Elliot snorted as Olivia and Fin chuckled behind their hands.

"John..." Cragen warned. "Ah, you all must be excited to be here!" he adressed the kids. They all just stared at him. "I guess not...Alrightly, let's get you pair up!" He looked at Tina expectantly. She looked back at him. She quickly realized it was her move and proceeded to digging around in her purse. She handed a index card to Cragen. She glanced down at her watch.

"Whoops! I'm late dearies! I'll leave the rest up to you! Ta-Ta now!" She blew Elliot a kiss and with that, she was gone.

"Well, she's an interesting character, isn't she?" Munch commented.

"I didn't like her," Olivia announced.

"Of course you didn't," Cragen stated. "Let's see here...Stabler, you're with...Ben Gravois." A tall, pale, lanky teenager stepped out of the group. He was 6'2", had on black school boy shoes, khaki shorts and a t-shirt that read: "I'm down with go-getters...so go get a life." He wore his blond hair spiked and his left ear was pierced. Elliot liked him already and he seemed to like Elliot too.

"Fin...you've got...Nicole Ortez." A girl who looked maybe 15 stepped forward. She was 5'5", had sunburnt orange eyes and her complexion was that of creamed coffee. She wore black leather pants, a form fitting white blouse, and black boots the reached mid-calf. Perched on a brown ponytail were a pair of sunglasses and she continuosly popped her gum as she glared at Fin. Her stance said attitude, but she did look slightly pleased. Fin forced a grin on his face and mumbled something that no one could hear nor comprehend.

"Alright, Benson, you're with...Jacquline Ortez." Olivia looked up to see a short girl step from behind Ben. She looked just like Nicole...except nicer. She had the same face, was slightly more built, and rather than a pony tail, she opted to braid her hair. She wore a simple outfit: a pair of jeans, the famous "I Heart NY" white tee, and white Jordans. Olivia wondered vaguely where she would have gotten the money for the shoes, but that thought quickly leapt from her mind as she took in the sight of the girl standing before her. She was dying to ask her the question, but she decided to wait until Cragen was done.

"And last, but not least, Munch, you're with...Kirk Woods." Kirk Woods could have been Munch's long lost cousin. Although he was still young,gray hairs could be spotted here and there throughout his black mop, which he wore exactly like Munch. He had someone's suit on and it was a bit small on him. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and wore a solemn face. The only thing he wore that gave a sense of his youth were his navy blue school-boy shoes, which also were too small. Munch smiled and Kirk blushed a pinkish color. Munch already liked his kid too, and was looking forward to the next three months.

TBC

A/N: yeah, that looks like a good stopping point. To all my concerned readers: I know you're wondering about my other story, but have no fear, I haven't abandoned it. Writer's block hit me in the worse kind of way. This idea slammed into my head a couple of days ago, and I decided to write out and see reactions. Tell me what you think, should I continue, or should I not? I hope you say I should 'cause I've got most of the second chapter done.