Author's Note: Happy Halloween! My treat to all of you is some fic! Sorry about the long break. School has taken over my life, along with a Law & Order RPG (Go ahead, ask me about it. You know you want to!). Yes, I'm perfectly aware I'm a nerd. Enjoy the fic!
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Title: Trick Or Treat
Prompt: Ghost
Rating: G
Warning: NA
Summary: "Horse feathers," Bobby said, using the 20's slang…
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Bobby shifted his weight to his other foot, allowing him to lean just a little more to the right so he could examine the stab wounds. He was so intent on trying to guess what had made them he almost didn't hear the giggles. It was when the assistant ME next to him tried to cover a laugh with a cough that his attention was drawn away from the body.
"One word, Goren, and I'll shoot you." Bobby simply stared, incredibly baffled at the sight in front of him. Alex is not in her traditional slacks and shirt, like he expects of her. She is in costume and the idea is one his brain just can't wrap around.
"Uh…" He managed, as his brain tells him she's supposed to be some sort of flapper, from the 1920's.
"Oh for the love of," Alex pressed her fingers against her eyes, "Look, I didn't have time to change okay? I was at a Halloween party, and my apartment is all the way on the other side of town, so I came here first, alright? And now the whole damn department's gonna be giggling about it."
"Horse feathers," Bobby said, using the 20's slang for not true. Alex didn't find this funny, though the assistant ME once again has to cover a laugh. She glared at him and he decided to go back to dealing with the dead body because he pushed his luck anymore. Still, he couldn't help but glance out of the corner of his eye at Alex's lovely legs. Happy Halloween, he thought, and I got one heck of a treat.
