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"Hey Liv, Hey John," Greeted Elliot as the two of them walked into the squad room, "What the hell did you do to you ankle?!" He exclaimed after a short pause, gesturing to the crutches in Munch's hand.

"Had a little run-in with the supply closet last night. Ask Liv. " Munch stated, making slow progress towards his desk.

"Yeah, broke his glasses too. I had to go and rescue him." Olivia added with a smirk. She then added as an afterthought, "Where's Fin?"

"He called in sick." Elliot said, shrugging.

Munch did a double take. "Seriously? He's never sick, it's like he's resistant to all forms of bacteria."

"Yeah, well not this time." Elliot dead panned, " I think he's got one of those 24 hour bugs."

"Then I guess we're out of luck, Elliot. Looks like we'll be catching everything today."

Commented Olivia, leaning Munch's crutches on the side of his desk for him and then sitting down at her own.

"Yeah, that sucks," Agreed Munch with a grimace of pain as he put his foot up on his desk. He groaned and said almost whiningly, "But at least the captain's not gonna put you on desk duty for the next week."

As if on cue, Cragen came out of his office quickly, heading straight towards Munch and shooting a disapproving look towards his ankle.

"Great, now I'm short two detectives." He sighed, "What happened last night to cause this, for god's sake?

"I fell over something in the supply closet last night and landed right on my ankle, broke my glasses too. Liv had to wrap up my ankle and drive me home, but not before lending me her spare pair of glasses, which I didn't even know she needed," He looked towards her accusingly for a second, as if he believed he deserved to have such information about her earlier, "It was midnight by the time we got there, so she ended up crashing on my couch."

"Glasses?" Elliot asked curiously.

"Contacts." She responded, almost mocking him with her use of short sentences.

"Her eyesight's worse then mine is," Munch offered, "at least that makes me feel better."

"Hey- Olivia began, but she was interrupted by Elliot.

"Hmm, interesting, " He drawled, pretending to ponder something, "so your saying when the two of you get annoying, we can just take away your contacts and glasses and throw you in the closet or something? We wouldn't even need to lock it." He snickered, enjoying the idea of acting out his cunning plan, "you'd be stuck in there all day."

"Yeah," Said Cragen, for once deciding to play along, "But what would they do with all that spare time?" He asked with fake concern.

Munch turned his head so he was facing Olivia and gave her an almost evil grin, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. She blushed, getting the gist of what he meant immediately.

The other two watched this exchange with curiosity, until Elliot dared to ask, "Uh...are we missing something here?"

"No." Said Olivia, giving Munch another glance, "Why would you think that?"

Elliot shrugged with a small smile.

Turning to the many papers on his desk and shuffling though them aimlessly, Munch smirked as he began to imagine how great it would actually be to be making out with Olivia in that closet right about now.

Across the room, Olivia was thinking the exact same thing.

THE END