"What's up with all the secrecy, guys?" Asked Fin, watching as Munch whispered in Olivia's ear, making sure to block his mouth with his hand. The grin on his face showed that he was already making (probably accurate) assumptions about the reason for their quiet planning.
Elliot looked up at Olivia and Munch, smirked, and then quickly averted his gaze before they had the chance to notice.
"Alright, cut it out. You two are being so immature." Olivia half demanded, half groaned. They both continued to stare, and Munch sighed dramatically. "Fin, my guess is that you already have a feeling about what we were doing upstairs, and I can tell you're just dying to let it all out." he said the second part with as much sarcasm as he could muster.
Fin, hardly believing that Munch was giving up on the innocence charade so easily, didn't say anything. So Olivia piped up with a sickeningly sweet, yet somewhat daring, "Care to share with the class Fin?" Munch knew she was enjoying Fin's awkwardness immensely, and had an odd feeling of pride.
"Well Fin," he prompted, smirking.
"Munch N Benson, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! first comes love, then -
"yeah Fin, I think they get the point" Interrupted Elliot, annoyed with the other detective's uncharacteristic immaturity.
'Yeah right, those two, dating?' He thought with an inward smirk, 'well...I guess it's possible...' He scoffed loudly, which caused the other three to turn and look at him.
"Sorry Elliot," Began Munch, looking amused, "Fin's outlandish assumption is actually right this time." He pulled Olivia close to him to emphasize the point, and she smiled up at him.
"What?" Elliot asked, shocked.
"It's about time!" Said Fin with a small cheer of excitement, which was explained when he leaned over casually toward Elliot with a proud grin on his face and said, "you owe me twenty bucks man." Rolling his eyes and smirking at the affronted looks Munch and Olivia were giving them, he handed the money over with no complaint.
"Isn't that great Liv," Snarked Munch, "we just helped my partner earn twenty bucks."
"I'll bet you that Elliot will win the money back sometime in the next week one way or another, you know how those two are." Olivia replied, smirking.
"An actual bet?" Asked munch skeptically.
"Sure, why not. Twenty bucks?"
Munch shrugged, "deal."
Fin and Elliot were oblivious to this whole agreement, so when Olivia walked towards her desk with a proud look on her face, they were confused. Munch however, knew that look to well. It was Olivia's "Bet-master" look...
"Johnny, what's wrong?" Asked Olivia, concerned for her brooding friend.
"Not a big deal 'Livia, really. I just think I failed the History final today, that's all." Said John as he leaned against the wall of the roof ledge. He shrugged his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to show he wasn't bother by something as trivial as one little grade. It didn't work.
"Geek." Muttered Olivia jokingly under her breath.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, "I heard that!" He caught her in a loose, brotherly headlock and tussled her hair.
"Well, you are a geek, in a very sweet, adorable way." Olivia said, smiling brightly.
"Thanks...I think." John said with a laugh.
"You probably aced that test anyway." Olivia stated with a small scoff.
"I didn't Liv." He assured, shaking his head.
"I'll bet that you did." Olivia said with the determination only a twelve year old girl could possess.
"Oh, really," drawled John, enjoying their banter, "what do you want to bet?"
"If you get that test back and it's anything higher than a B-, you have to dye your hair whatever color I choose."
He winced inwardly, but agreed, before saying confidently, "Fine, but if I win, you have to cut three inches of your hair!"
She hid her dismay at the possibility of cutting her waist length hair, and agreed instantly. They sealed their bet with a firm, contract-binding pinky swear.
One week later young Johnny Munch could be found walking around the apartment complex shamefully, unsuccessfully trying to cover his hot pink tinged hair with one of his Father's old fedora's.
TBC