A/N: Lol, I'm having a lot of fun with this story. It's meant to be creepy and funny, so sorry if it seems like a weird mix. I'm just messing around with a lot of different themes with this one. Hope you guys are enjoying it!

DAY 2

Carisi woke up to the sound of his phone vibrating on the floor by his bed.

He rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, his aching back making him groan. He could hear the soft snores of Amanda, sprawled out across the entirety of the luxurious looking queen size bed. Grumbling, he reached blindly for his phone and snatched it up, eyes squinted as the light from the screen lit up in his face.

It took him a second to adjust to the blinding light to see that it was an incoming phone call and he swiped it without hesitation, muttering a greeting into the phone as he pushed his head back into the pillow. When no answer came, he spoke again, a bit louder, but all he received was the sound of rushing wind and static before the call dropped.

Carisi sighed and dropped his phone back on the ground, pulling himself together to stand up and stretch and pop his back. He was far too hungover to be dealing with anything other than a hot shower and the thought of pancakes and coffee.

He could smell them both wafting through the crack underneath the bedroom door and he stumbled through the dark, tripping over his bag twice just to get to the door. He really needed to unpack.

Proceeding out into the living room, he found Fin and Rita already dressed for the day ahead, looking fresh and crisp and like they hadn't been drinking with the rest of them the night before. How they managed to do that, he wasn't sure, because he was sure by the looks they both gave him, his hair was sticking up and his shirt was twisted around his body.

"Morning sunshine," Fin greeted cheerily, sipping on his coffee as Rita tutted around the kitchen, wearing an apron and looking way more domestic than she should in a cream dress and red heels. How she could easily pull off housewife and power attorney was beyond him.

"My head feels like it weighs a ton."

"You drank a six-pack of wine coolers," Rita quipped, pouring more batter onto the griddle. The sizzling and popping of the mixture was slowly but surely waking him out of his daze and soon enough, after a huge cup of black coffee downed in ten seconds flat, Amanda came shuffling out with one of those thick quilts wrapped around her body.

"Jeez, not you, too," Fin said over a mouthful of bacon. Rita slapped his hand when he reached for another piece, obviously having had to do it before if the warning look she sent him was any indication.

"You made those screwdrivers too strong. Besides, since I had Jesse my tolerance has gone way down."

She took a cup of the steaming hot liquid offered up by Carisi, who was doing well enough to maneuver around the cooking woman without bumping into her. He was tempted to jump in and help her, but Rita wasn't one to accept help in her domain. He quickly learned that last night, when she gave verbally stripped him of any honor and dignity he had when he accidentally bumped into her.

It wasn't even a bump…more like a gentle tap with his shoulder. In any case, he knew the boundaries he wouldn't be accidentally crossing again. It must have been a lawyer thing, because when he accidentally backed into Barba one day during a recess, his life almost flashed before his eyes at the withering glare the man sent him.

"Pretty sure your tolerance was shit before…," Fin trailed, took a sip from his cup and chuckled, "Remember the Christmas party? You-"

"Got a little too frisky with Santa in the break room. And you and Rita left early because you guys were 'tired' and Barba and Liv pretty much got it on in her office and Carisi passed out in the interrogation room with no pants on. I swear I've heard this story way too many times in the past couple weeks for it to be ok."

"I love that story," Fin argued and reached over swiftly to grab the piece of bacon he'd been trying to get before as soon as Rita turned to the sink."

"I don't," Carisi pouted.

"Why?"

"He's jealous I made out with Steve who was dressed up as Santa and he got stuck with Michelle from Computer Crimes under the mistletoe," Amanda explained, giggling to herself. That was one of the only parts that made her laugh, but every other part of the story could go die. She had gotten so drunk that night, she had a headache for two straight days.

"She's nice," Fin pointed out but Carisi waved it off.

"She has a boyfriend and they've been together for eight years. He enjoyed it way too much when she kissed me, I'm telling you."

"Steve…," Fin trailed, "From Evidence?"

"That's him."

"Huh," he sent Carisi a contemplative look, "Didn't think that was your type. Thought you were more into lawyers."

Carisi furrowed his brow as he took his seat next to Amanda, "Why would you think that?"

"Coulda swore I saw you checkin' out Barba when you first started."

The sentence made him choke on his fresh cup of coffee and Amanda had to stifle a laugh when she saw his cheeks burning bright red. She patted him on his back as he coughed roughly and avoided everyone's eyes.

"Don't worry," she reassured him, "I boned him once in a dream."

"I boned him once in real life," Rita threw in to the conversation, making Fin shake his head. He, of course, knew about that little detail, but that still didn't mean he wanted to hear it. Imagining it made him want to hurl.

Liv yawned, hearing the muffled sounds of chatter coming from the kitchen, but she was content to stay in bed with Rafael's face buried in her neck.

He was wrapped around her like a snake, still asleep as she read through some of her e-mails and responded back the best she could with his body halfway on top of hers. She didn't want to wake him, because his sleep schedule was a complete wreck during the work week and sleeping in on a Monday morning was damn near taboo for him.

They hadn't gotten in from the hot tub until well after 1 a.m., taking their sweet time and advantage of the late hour to truly enjoy one another. It was nice, knowing they weren't on a schedule or that they had to be up for work meetings and all the other stuff that came with their jobs.

She read through a few more of the e-mails before she called it quits and plopped the phone back down on the night stand, feeling like she could doze off until her boyfriend decided he was done using her as a pillow. But, she opened her eyes and lifted her head when she saw her purse, tipped over on the floor and its contents spilled across the hardwood.

She furrowed her brow, remembering having left her bag on top of the dresser rather than on it. Besides that, her purse stood up perfectly on its own, with a flat bottom designed for such a purpose. That was entire reason she bought it to begin with…

Rafael groaned and lifted his head, taking her attention away from the oddity to completely focus on him. She giggled and smoothed down some of his hair that was sticking straight up on the side of his face. He yawned and stretched, but he didn't leave her side and only snuggled further into her, tightening his arm about her waist.

"I think they made breakfast."

"Sleep is more important."

She hummed in response, hand slipping its way underneath his thick hoodie he wore to bed to trail her fingernails over his bare skin. He shivered in response and opened his eyes, his lashes fluttering against her neck.

"I just want to imagine we're alone for another few minutes. But, I will require coffee. I have a slight headache from all the scotch I drank last night."

Liv was surprised herself that she hadn't woken with a headache, having been probably the most drunk out of everyone. There was another reason she didn't like to drink liquor: it was way too easy to consume too much.

"Mmm. I could always sneak out and bring us some breakfast in bed, but I think it would be mean if we didn't join everyone."

He yawned again, "I know you're right and I hate it a little."

She mulled over the idea a little more, ultimately deciding that it was best if they made an appearance. Besides, it sounded like Rita made some mean chocolate chip pancakes if Amanda's surprised exclamation was any indicator.

"Besides, the sooner we get out there and eat, the sooner we'll be able to come back in here and have some more private Liv and Raf time."

"…I like that idea…but I'm not changing out of my pajamas."

"Is it bad that it's unusual for me to see you fully dressed in bed?"

A chuckle erupted from him as he turned over and rolled off of her, rubbing his eyes while she sat up fully and stretched. She could smell the delicious breakfast scents growing stronger and her stomach rumbled in response. Her intentions of sliding out of bed, throwing on a robe and slippers and heading out to join the others was dashed when her boyfriend pulled her down on top of him, arms locked around her waist and his lips on hers.

She hummed and pulled back, "Breakfast, remember?"

"That's what I'm doing," he paused to lick her collar bone, "I'm having my breakfast."

Five minutes was all the time she gave him before she had to give into her hunger. They walked down the hall, cuddled together to fight off the chill and walked into what could only be described as a salacious conversation. All she heard was the word 'dick' before they were spotted and everyone immediately shut up. Fin looked incredibly happy to see them finally joining them and invited them over to the wooden dining room table where the food sat steaming on big platters.

"Look who finally decided to crawl outta bed."

"Yeah, yeah," she blew her old friend off and took a seat next to Carisi, who was intently focused on the keeping the maple syrup dripping from his pancakes away from his eggs, "What's on the agenda for today? Anyone have any plans?"

"There's that huge mall just a few miles into town. I was going to get some shopping done while we're out here," Amanda suggested. Liv liked the sound of that and by the looks of it, her boyfriend liked it as well. Rafael liked to shop, but his taste in shopping had slowly moved away from shopping for himself to shopping for her and Noah.

They had an uneventful breakfast followed by some lazy coffee drinking and news watching, lounging around in their pajamas (minus Fin and Rita) for a good two hours before they were ready and dressed for their unanimously decided upon outing.

But, of course, they had to run into a road block.

"Can you help me?"

Fin rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car, checking out the wheels shoved deep into the snow. That's what they get for vacationing in the middle of one of their worst winters yet. He let Rita step into the driver's seat before they began to push, only able to move the car a little bit. He spotted Barba from the porch, busy typing on his phone and he yelled over to the man, catching the sour look he sent them.

"Mind helping?"

"I do, in fact," he said, loud enough for them to hear it, but he pocketed his phone and moved past Liv and Amanda, who stood on the porch swapping pictures of Jesse and Noah on one of the several play dates the two shared.

"Move it," he pushed his way in the sliver of space between Fin and Carisi, and the three were able to push the car out of the divot it found itself buried in. Rafael almost slipped and ruined his expensive jeans and he glowered as Rita chuckled from inside the car, taking too much joy in seeing him doing anything close to manual labor.

She pulled the car out of the driveway and stopped, waiting for Fin and Carisi and Amanda to hop in the SUV and took in the clear winter's day. The roads were packed with snow and it would take them a bit more time than it usually should to get to this little mall, but she didn't mind. She was eager to do the one thing she always loved doing but never really had the leisure time for: shopping.

She was a great shopper, too. Plus, this mall had quite a few high-end, luxury stores, including one of her favorite lingerie boutiques. Rita smiled to herself, already making plans as her eyes scanned the pine tree riddled horizon. Out of the corner of her, she saw a movement far off in the distance, and she could just barely make out the visible forms of hunched over bodies, trudging their way into the tree lines.

She furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes, trying to see better and leaning into the window. Her breath puffed against the window, creating a fog and just as she was about to turn away, Fin's face appeared, blocking her eyesight from the trees and scaring the hell out of her. Rita sighed, placing her hand over her heart as the door opened.

"You scared the living shit out of me," she growled, turning her bare legs away from the cold. She was seriously regretting wearing this dress, but she looked way too good not to.

"Sorry. You driving or you want me to?"

"Well, I'm already here so I might as well. Hey, babe," she pointed around him, leaning back to look behind his burly body blocking her view, "Did you see any one over there? I saw some people."

Fin glanced behind him but shrugged, "Probably hikers."

"It's 10 degrees out here."

Fin just shrugged it off, but Rita felt a cold eeriness settle in her gut as Fin shut the door and walked around the front of the car. She immediately tried to find the spot she was looking at before, but all she could see in front of her was snow covered ground and pine trees lining the town just a few miles away.

"Move your long legs," Amanda grunted from the backseat, and the car rocked around them as Carisi dropped into the seat directly behind her, mumbling something under his breath. Rita sighed and looked away from the tree line and watched Fin climb in next to her with a big smile on her face. She smiled back and shook off the feeling, mind already focusing on the hours of leisure shopping she was about to enjoy.

NIGHT 2

Their shopping excursion lasted practically the entire day and they were still full from the group dinner they had at one of the restaurants inside of the mall. They made it back just before the sun set with their plethora of purchases, enjoying the cozy fire going in the living room. Everyone was in a joyous mood, happy with the relaxed and easygoing atmosphere the cabin was filled with.

Everyone except Rafael, who sat grumpily on the loveseat opposite the sofa and staring at Carisi with a sour look.

"Excuse me if I don't feel like sitting around a fire singing fucking Kumbaya," Rafael ground out, feet propped up on the coffee table with a cold drink in his hand. Carisi threw his hands up in the air, obviously frustrated with the man's inability to be a team player. Although, everyone should have known by now the man wasn't.

"It's charades, not karaoke. Jesus, you'd think you'd loosen up some on vacation."

Fin chuckled from the couch next to Rita, who was busy typing away on a computer, her glasses perched on her nose and a serious look on her face. But, she cracked a smile when Fin's chuckles grew into full on laughter and he leaned against her.

"Hey, let's not fight," Liv slid down on the sofa next to Rafael, passing him his glass of scotch. Rafael rolled his eyes at Carisi, who flopped down on the couch and pulled out the television remote, shuffling through the channels.

"Calm down," Liv mumbled and grabbed his free hand. He was being grumpier than usual, he knew, but he was still pissed about his lost phone and the fact that these people were trying to rope him into doing these stupid little games when he should be getting some work done and spending alone time with her.

He didn't even know how he could have lost it in the first place. It was practically attached to his hand at all times, day and night and he was finding it hard to not believe someone had snuck into their room and swiped it as a joke. He was placing bets on Rita, because only she could really know how important a lawyer's phone was to him.

But, she was denying everything. He thought maybe Liv had done it, but she was more focused on him relaxing rather than him working himself into a frenzy. Carisi was the most likely, but then again, he knew it was a death sentence to touch any of his things, so that was ruled out almost immediately.

That meant he was out of ideas on where it could have been. Their room was ripped to shreds with the device nowhere in sight. Liv even helped him look, but they had quickly become distracted with a video call from his mother's phone and Noah demanding they talk to him for at least an hour.

"We'll find it. You had it on the way back from the mall, so it's somewhere in here."

He nodded, feeling bad when she tried to give him a reassuring look. He knew he was bringing her mood down and he vowed, then and there to put an end to his bad attitude. He'd been in a relatively good mood all day and this sudden shift in attitude was irritating for her.

"Maybe no charades…how about truth or dare?"

"I vote no," Liv said immediately, not exactly trusting those around her. She shivered and leaned into Rafael's side, who noticed the action.

"Need your sweater?"

"Yeah," she smiled as he kissed her cheek and excused himself. She knew he was using the opportunity to go look for his missing phone yet again, but she was on the brink of the interrogating everyone in the room about it anyway. He was driving her nuts with his fretting and the sooner he found it, the better for everyone.

Rafael

He stopped and turned his head down the darkened hallway, the noise alerting him to a single doorway just inches away from the large window showcasing the falling snow outside. He slowly walked that way, his ears perked as he came to a stop just outside of it, realizing what he was hearing.

The soft buzzing noise was recognizable and he opened the door, revealing a darkened stair case with the soft glow of light revealing the bottom of the steps. He stood there, unsure when the buzzing stopped and listened to the stark silence that greeted him. For a moment, he thought about turning back and rechecking the rooms, but the familiar chiming of a missed call notification told him he was in the right place.

He looked back down the hall and then sighed as he began walking down the concrete steps, descending into darkness the further he got. He wasn't in it for long, as a single lightbulb hung from the ceiling, a ring of light illuminating the cracked concrete floor with an old, tore up armchair sitting in the middle. There was a wooden end table that sat next to it with a…?

Rafael surged forward, seeing his phone sitting in the middle. He felt a chill sweep over him as soon as he grabbed it and his eyes searched the surrounding darkness when he heard the faintest rustling of cloth.

He stood there, looking around wildly, but he didn't venture out of the light. Not until there was a sudden click up above him and the entire basement lit up. Liv calling his name was drowned out by his fight or flight instincts kicking in and he high-tailed it back up the stairs, his feet thumping rapidly up the stairs without looking back. He nearly bowled Liv over as he shot out of the doorway and back into the hallway.

"Oh!"

Liv grabbed on to him as he propelled them back into the opposite wall, yelping and cursing as her head body cushioned their tumble.

"Jesus," she cursed, teeth clenched as she reached behind her head and rubbed the spot where it banged into the wall. Rafael let go of her and shut the door behind him, looking visibly shaken and holding his cell phone in his hand. He stood there, trying to calm himself down before he hissed.

"Shit, I'm sorry. You scared the living hell out of me," he sighed, double checking that she was ok and pulling her into his body. Liv waved it off and nodded at his hand.

"Where did you find it?"

"Uh…down there…on a table…"

"Why was it down there?"

"I have no idea why but if this is some prank I'm going to murder one of them," he nodded down the hall towards the living room. His dead serious look was met with an eye roll and Liv wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'm sure they meant no harm. C'mon, you've been so wound up being out here. I know you don't like group activities but can you please participate once and a while? For me?"

Her bottom lip puffed out, a childish move but one that worked all the same. She knew he couldn't say no to her, but she also knew he would hate it every step of the way. Alas, he had been quite the uptight asshole, even being away from the city and out of court, so he would try and join in on the games and outings as much as possible, if only for her sake.

"Fine. But I don't want them touching my stuff again because there will be hell to pay."

"I don't doubt that," she giggled, hugging him and pressing a kiss to his neck, "Now let's go. We're all having a scary movie night."

"Good, something I like."

Liv kissed his lips and walked back down the hall and he followed her, but he stopped and looked back at the door, the creepiest feeling slithering up his back when he looked back at the empty space. He shivered and turned away and pocketed his phone, intent on enjoying the rest of his night, now that he had it back.

Down below, in the darkened basement, a gloved hand reached up and the burning light bulb was extinguished, draping the concrete room in pitch black. They moved around deftly, their eyes adjusted to the darkness and their body easily moving with familiarity.

"We almost got caught."

"But we didn't."

"We have a plan. Stick to it."

"We are…"

"We move again after they go to bed."

"Yes, sir."