MISSUS MUNCH
DISCLAIMER: Own it I do not.
John knew the moment he woke up that he was in for an awkward morning. He became fully aware of the bare leg draped across his waist and that her shirt had ridden up to just below her breasts, giving him full view of her blue bikini style panties. His eyes lingered on the tattoos on her thigh and side. Did he mention the morning erection pressed intimately between her legs? They both eyed each other at once, neither of them allowing themselves to breathe.
He took in her flushed cheeks and wide eyes and cursed under his breath. "Shit, I'm sorry," he tried to move to sit up but her leg tightened around his waist, making him suck in a deep breath. He gave her a questioning gaze. It intensified with tomato-like hue creeping up her cheeks.
"It's ok, I mean, it's natural, right? No reason to be embarrassed. Besides I didn't say I didn't like it," she trailed off and bit her lip. John stopped breathing. Did he hear that right? He rolled slightly, bracing an arm on the pillow beside her head. Her breathing hitched as he slowly came closer, never taking his eyes off of her own. She had never seen such intensity before.
This kiss was different. It wasn't the tender kisses he usually bestowed; these were harder and fueled by impulse. He traced his tongue on her bottom lip, making her gasp on contact. He took full advantaged and gently probed her mouth. She moaned quietly and dug her fingers in his hair, her nails scratching his scalp lightly. He brushed his hands lightly over her bare sides and stomach, loving the shiver that went through her spine.
It took them both a few lust filled moment to realize his phone was ringing on the nightstand behind him. He reluctantly pulled himself away from her warm embrace and grabbed his phone. He groaned and wiped a hand over his face. "Of course it would be your father," he said. John watched her giggle and felt a little disappointed as she got up and made her way to his bathroom. He watched her hips sway gently away. Donald Cragen better have a damn good reason for calling him.
"How can I help you on my day off, Captain?" he demanded as he answered his phone.
"Good morning to you, too," Cragen said wearily. He knew his second in command hated being bothered on his days off.
"What is it?" John said, getting to the point. He had a half-naked woman in his bathroom he would like to be kissing on rather than talking to her father.
"Important case, pick up Sam and be here in an hour," he said. His voice left no room for arguing. John sighed and smirked slightly. He wondered how the dear old captain would react if he knew his daughter was in the next room?
"You got it chief," he said. He hung up as Sam exited the bathroom. She took a seat on the bed beside him, not bothering to hide the view of her panties. What was the point? He had already seen them. John swallowed thickly. He wanted nothing more than to trace that tattoo on her thigh with his tongue and-
Down boy.
He cleared his throat, and thoughts, and began to answer her questioning gaze, "Your father seems to request our presence in about an hour." She sighed and face planted into his chest.
"He has a way of ruining things, doesn't he?" she asked as she sat back up.
"It seems that way," he agreed. "Mind if I shower at your place? Seeing as how I'm supposed to be picking you up anyways?" he asked. Sam stood up with her back to him and stretched her arms high over her head. Her shirt rose with it, giving him a perfect view of her scantily clad ass. She gazed at him with lidded eyes over her shoulder.
"Sure, thing, partner," she purred seductively.
Yep, he might as well buy her the shovel to dig his grave with. This woman was going to kill him.
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"You smell like a girl," Sam teased her partner in the precinct elevator. John shot her a glare. He was secretly ok with that. He smelled like her.
"You're laughing now. But what happens when your dad catches a whiff of me?" he smirked at her fallen look.
"Oh," she said quietly. She hadn't thought of that. She glared at him and stuck her tongue out. John raised his eyebrows.
"When did you stick that thing back in?" he motioned to the tongue ring. She gave him a mischievous look and closed the gap in between them.
"I snuck it in when you were showering. Ever kissed a girl with a tongue ring?" she rubbed her hands on his chest and smiled slyly. He was quick to wrap an arm around her waist and draw her close.
She boldly nipped his bottom lip before meeting his tongue with her own. John circled the ring curiously. It was erotic, and he quickly decided he liked it.
"Damn!" Fin said as the elevator doors opened. The two partners quickly jumped three feet from each other. Sam's face was red, while John had an expression of annoyance. "I see you two had a good night?" Fin shot an amused look at his long-time friend.
"Oh, shut up!" she growled. She pushed her way between the two men and hurried into the bull pin.
"I take it she told you about Dollie?" Fin's voice stopped the elder detective.
"Yeah, she did," he said simply, turning to face the new comer. Fin eyed him carefully.
"You're the only person she's ever told. Don and I know because we were there, but we could never get her to talk about it. She trusts you a lot, so I figure you're an ok guy. But I'll tell you now," he moved forward to look into his eyes, "You better pray for death if you hurt her," the intense stare he was giving him made John realize he wasn't kidding. John gave a curt nod and they resumed walking into the bull pin. Maybe this Fin guy was alright after all.
John took his seat in front of his partner at his desk. She gave him a seductive smile before giving her attention to her father.
"So, Papa, what's up?" she asked. Her father sighed, clearly annoyed.
"It seems that our governor's daughter has disappeared," he said slowly. The detectives glanced at each other in mild surprise. "Obviously I don't need to tell you that discretion is a must have for this case. Now, for details," he opened a file, "There isn't much. The only thing we know is she claimed to have went to her best friend's house for a sleep over. When the governor's wife went to pick Lindsey up, the friend and friend's mom didn't know anything about a sleep over. So, it seems she may have been abducted," he finished. Sam scoffed. The detectives stared at her in question.
"Abducted? Seriously?" she said sarcastically.
"What, you think she ran away?" Elliot asked.
"Duh. She's a fifteen year old in the limelight. It's bad enough having the media follow you around all day, but having to appear perfect all the time? It can wear a person down," she said. John had a feeling she knew from experience.
"Then why wouldn't she tell her best friend?" Liv asked. She wasn't too convinced with her friend's theory.
"Because she knows she'd blab. A high society girl like her doesn't have any real friends. They're the girls with the richest pockets and biggest personalities. I say that Miss Lindsey has a friend, or boyfriend, on the side. Someone her perfect parents and friends wouldn't take too kindly to," she finished. Don stared admiringly at his daughter. She had really come into her detective pants these last few months.
"I don't know," Fin said dejectedly. "How is a little girl that is used to having everything handed to her going to survive on her own?"
"Because she's not alone! She's with whomever her friend is," she said simply. The detectives nodded. She did make a good point.
"Alright, sounds like you might be on to something, but we still can't rule out the possibility she was forced and abducted. Benson, Cragen, you talk to the friends, Stabler and Munch, you talk to the parents," he said.
"Hey, what about me?" Fin asked. He was itching to start on a case.
"You and I have some business to attend to," he wiggled his eyebrows and motioned to his office. Fin gulped. The last time he got that look Cragen ended up shooting him in the foot. 'Accidentally' of course.
"Good luck, Odey," Sam said in mock sympathy. Sam caught the little wink her partner gave her and she returned it with a wide smile.
She couldn't believe how much had changed in just over two days. Never in her life had she been so comfortable with a man, in every sense of the word. Would she had actually gone all the way with her partner? After just one date? She'd like to say no, but she wasn't so sure. She had never felt that pull or warm feeling in her stomach before. Everything he did made her have this longing that was begging to be filled.
One thing she knew, she wanted more.
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"So, how good was the sex?" Liv laughed as her friend spit coffee onto the windshield. "You're cleaning that up!" she snorted at her glare.
"And what the hell does that mean?" she asked.
"It means that you two can't keep your bedroom eyes off each other. And don't think I didn't see that scene in the elevator. It looked like you two could taste each other's tonsils!" she said. Sam groaned and hid behind her hands.
"Who else saw?" she asked.
"Just me and Fin. So spill it, what happened this weekend!" she nudged her friend with her elbow as she turned the wheel. Sam sighed, but couldn't keep the grin from her face. She retold the events starting from the kiss on the rooftop all the way to the romp that morning.
"You guys move fast!" she laughed. Sam's eyes widened.
"We weren't going to do anything, Liv!" she said.
"So, making out in your underwear in a bed with a ready to go man on top of you had no effect on you what so ever?" she smiled smugly at Sam's groan.
"I don't know, I mean we've only had one date," Sam trailed off, unsure how to continue. Liv knew that she had never had an actual sexual encounter before, so she gave her friend an apologetic smile.
"Hey, you two have been chasing each other around for the past six months, so it's natural things got a little heated. How do you feel about him?" she asked. Sam bit her lip in thought.
"I don't know really. I've never felt like this before?" she blushed at her innocence. She really did feel like a child sometimes.
"Are you comfortable with him?" Liv asked.
"More so than I've ever been," she answered right away.
"So what's the problem? John's not the kind of guy to have a fling," She said sternly. Sam smiled at the fluttering sensation in her stomach.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. He wouldn't do what I don't want him to," she said. It was times like these she was glad to have a good friend like Liv.
"I'm not saying you should go ahead and sleep with him just because. I'm saying just go on your own pace. He'll match yours," Liv put the car in park and gave what had become her best friend a grand smile. Sam returned the gesture. "Besides…I'm waiting on you to confirm if Jews are kinky lovers!" She barely escaped the slap to her arm.
Upon entering the high school, both women were greeted by a nervous looking woman. "I'm Julia Lane, the principal. Let's talk in my office," she said. Her beady eyes darted back and forth. The two women glanced at each other curiously, but followed the strange little woman regardless.
"Please, please have a seat," she motioned to the two chairs in front of her desk. The detectives obliged.
"Forgive me, but you seem a little out of sorts, Mrs. Lane," Olivia said. The elderly woman sighed and tucked a stray hair back into her tight bun.
"Yes, well. The governor has made it very clear he doesn't want it to get out that Lindsey is missing," she said wearily.
"Understandable, but surly to goodness he knows word will get out after we question the students?" Sam said. Something sounded fishy.
"About that," the woman wrung her hands in a nervous fashion, "Governor Schick doesn't want you questioning the students. He is weary of the media and is afraid it will put Lindsey in further danger.
"Mrs. Lane, we really need to talk to the students. Abductions of high society people, especially children, are usually used for ransom money. We aren't going to find her if we can't gather evidence," Liv explained. The woman shook her head tiredly.
"I know this. I've tried talking to him, but he refuses to cooperate," she said. Sam furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"He doesn't want the media involved, right?" she said slowly. The older woman gave her a pointed stare, as if to say 'weren't you listening?'
"Okay, so how does he figure not allowing us to talk to her friends will help that situation? When word does get out about her disappearance, and it eventually will, it'll also come out that he isn't letting us do our job?" she said. Liv nodded her head in agreement.
"I wish I could help you detectives, I really do. But until you get the governor's approval I can't help you," Mrs. Lane said. The two girls said their goodbyes and exited the school quickly.
"What do you make of that?" Sam asked when they got outside.
"Sounds like our governor's got something to hide," Liv answered.
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"Is that so? Interesting. Alright, see you back at the house," John said. He hung up his phone and sighed. Why couldn't this case be easy? "It seems our governor isn't too concerned about his daughter's disappearance," he said.
Elliot gave him an impatient glance from the driver's seat. Did the man have to beat around the bush? "What's up?" Elliot asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. How did Sam deal with this guy?
"Sam said that he isn't letting them question her friends or her teachers. Says it'll stir up the media," he said.
"Oh really? Since when is the blowhard governor dodging the media?" Elliot asked. Governor Schick wasn't one to say no to a camera.
"I guess since he has something to hide," John replied. He felt his phone buzz and looked down. The name on the text immediately made him smile.
By the way can we go to Crisco's later?
Depends on who's buying…
I suppose since you took me to a fancy restaurant I can afford to buy you a burger…
Can I have a chocolate shake too mommy?
If you be a good boy (;
"Must be Sam, huh?" Elliot said slyly.
"What makes you say that?" John asked.
"Come on John, everybody and their mother knows you hate cell phones. I've seen you send about three text messages for the whole time I've known you. Obviously, there's a reason why you've taken up the habit," Elliot said plainly.
"Good eye, good eye," John returned.
"So how's that going?" Elliot asked, truly curious.
"Great actually. Took her to that new Thai restaurant," he and his partner for the day gave each other a knowing smile.
"Be careful there, don't want to get her spoiled too early!" Elliot said. John chuckled. He was beginning to realize that he and the younger detective were starting to become better friends. They weren't close, but they were defiantly better acquainted than they had been.
"What about you?" John asked. Elliot smirked.
"I'm still a married man until Kathy signs those damn papers," Elliot replied. It was getting exceedingly hard, though. The tension between he and his partner was growing to be huge. It felt like if either one of them breathed wrong it would explode. But, Liv knew he wouldn't even think about doing anything, with any woman, before he became divorced.
"So, you're confirming that after those papers are signed, you're going to advance on your partner?" John asked.
"I'm not so sure she'd appreciate that," Elliot said quietly. He hadn't admitted that he actually had feelings for his partner before now.
"Believe me man, she will," John said. He had a nagging feeling that if Sam was here she'd tell him to shut up.
"You sound sure about that. You know something I don't?" he asked. The two had arrived at the governor's house, but Elliot wasn't about to let the elder detective out without an answer.
"I'm not allowed to say," he started. He knew that wasn't going to work at Elliot's glare. He sighed in defeat. "I can't tell you what I know because my partner will take a shotgun to my balls, but I can tell you Liv's waiting for you to make the move," he said. That seemed to satisfy Elliot.
"Thanks," Elliot said, somewhat awkwardly. It was almost comical. He was taking advice from a man that had been divorced three times.
Upon the detectives reaching the door to the large estate, a young girl in a maid outfit quickly opened the door and ushered them inside. The detectives immediately obliged.
"It's about time you showed up," a very angry Governor Schick growled out. He beckoned for them to follow him to his study. The detectives, again, obliged without a word.
"I'll get straight to the point, gentlemen. I'm sure you're without a doubt going to ask me why I refuse to let you question her friends. The answer is," he wavered for a moment, "my daughter has been partaking in an unorthodox lifestyle as of late," he said.
"What do you mean?" Elliot asked. The governor looked almost embarrassed.
"I mean, my daughter has become a homosexual. She has become involved with a twenty-two year old woman. I'm positive this woman abducted my daughter. I want her found and arrested, without the media starting in," he said. John groaned. He wasn't worried about his daughter. Like any politician, he was worried about his self-image.
"What's this girl's name?" John asked. He wasn't even attempting to hide the disgust in his voice.
"Claire Sung. She was my daughter's piano teacher," the arrogant man answered.
"Mr. Schick, we really need you to give us the permission to talk to the people at her school. They may have an idea as to where they are. Not to mention, we need to cover all scenarios and make sure that the abductor isn't someone else," Elliot calmly explained.
"No. I know it was Claire Sung. If you can only find her by talking to children, what good are you as detectives? Find another way," he said. John curled his lip in distaste.
"With all due respect, governor, you don't seem very worried about your daughter. If you were half the father the media claims you to be, you'd want to use whatever means necessary to find your daughter. Not withhold the means to find her, just so the world doesn't find out you have a gay daughter," John said angrily.
"I would be careful with your tongue if I was you, detective. I have many friends in high places," the governor threatened with arrogant authority. John resisted to the urge to roll his eyes. Elliot cleared his throat as the two men glared at each other.
"Thank you, Governor. We'll be discreet. And don't worry, we'll find your daughter," Elliot said. John stood up and began to leave, not bothering with parting words.
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"Should I be worried?" Fin said wearily as he entered his boss's office.
"Of what?" Don asked.
"Well, the last time you wiggled your eyebrows and gave me that look, you shot me in the foot," Fin shrugged and took a seat in front of his Don's desk.
"That was an accident," Don said.
"Yeah, suuuure," Fin rolled his eyes.
"Well, I can shoot you in the foot this time too, if you rather?" Don growled.
"No, no. What did you want sir?" Fin said. Somehow he didn't think Don was joking.
"That's better. I called you in here today, because I need your help," Don pulled out a file from his desk drawer. CONFIDENTIAL was stamped across the top.
"On the job for two days, and you're giving me a secret mission?" Fin asked with his eyebrows raised.
"Actually, smart ass, I need your wisdom," Don tossed the file into Fin's greedy hands. "You remember a Nathan Yates?"
"You kidding? He's the guy that first hired me and Dolls back in the day," he said. Yates was a sleazy strip club owner when he and Sam were just starting out on the streets. He hired Fin as a bouncer, and that's where Dollie got her start in the strip world. Yates was nothing more than a scum bag wanna-be drug dealer.
"It seems he's moved up since then. He runs an actual burlesque club. There have been complaints that he's been molesting a few of the dancers, but none of them will speak up," Don said.
"Alright, so what advice do you need?" Fin asked. Don hesitated.
"He'd kill to have his hands on Sam, with her popularity and such. Do you think-"
"No," Fin said immediately. "For one, you really think she's going to resurface the Dollie train? She just got that shit to die down. There's no way she'd bring it all back. For two, she'll see it as you using her," he was almost angry just at the suggestion.
"I don't know, Fin. Yeah, I think she won't like the idea of bringing Dollie back into the world, but I think she'd do it for the victims. It'll hit close to home that the victims are molested dancers," he said gently. Fin Sighed and rubbed a hand over his head.
"You're right. She'll want to help them. But I don't know if she'll do it. Why don't you get a different detective to pose as a dancer?" he asked.
"Because Yates is pretty big now. He won't hire just anyone," Cragen replied. "Not to mention, if Dollie made the condition he had to hire you as her body guard, he'd do it in a heartbeat, that way you'll be there to watch over things," Don said.
"How do you know that Yates doesn't know she's a cop now?" Fin asked suddenly.
"We don't for sure. But I'm fairly certain they don't. We should have heard something by now if they know," he said. Fin sighed at his logic.
"I'm not crazy about the idea," Fin said honestly.
"Neither am I, but she's the best suited for the job," Cragen said. The two stared at each other. What it boiled down to was, could they ask Sam to recreate what she fought hard to destroy? Or could they let innocent women continue to be raped for God knows how long?
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"Are you completely insane?" Sam hissed at her partner. The two had gone ahead with their lunch date at Crisco's. Elliot and Fin were following a lead given by the suspect's mother. The mother said she did indeed see her daughter and Lindsey together, both with suitcases. The case was an easy closer. Find the two at the Holiday Inn hotel, and arrest the older woman. So, Cragen dismissed the remaining squad so they could enjoy the rest of their weekend.
"What! You cannot tell me that light sabors are not a million times better than stupid photon lasers!" he said, taking a big bite out of his burger. He honestly didn't care for Star Wars, but he knew his partner was a firm believer in Star Trek, making it all too easy to press her buttons. She was downright cute when she was angry. Her face flushed and her southern accent was so pronounced, he actually had to listen carefully to understand certain words.
"Ch, as if! You could cut your damn leg off if you accidently dropped the thing! You can actually control the intensity and direction of a laser! Not to mention Star Wars has incest and is run by a crispy critter in a plastic suit with asthma!" she seethed. John couldn't hold onto his angered façade. He irrupted in deep belts of laugher, which only intensified by her blush.
"You know what I think?" he asked when he calmed down.
"What's that?" she asked sarcastically.
"You have a crush on Captain Piccard," he said slyly. She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"It's the accent!" It was her turn to smile at his pout.
"Great, you'd prefer a bald man that runs around in a spandex space suit over me!" he said sadly.
"Well I can't say for sure, I've never seen you in spandex," she replied with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Trust me, bad idea," John answered.
"Why's that?" Sam asked.
"Can you imagine my twig legs encased in spandex?" he shuddered at the thought.
"Your legs wouldn't be the object of my attention," she said. She nibbled on a French fry seductively. He swallowed roughly.
"Is that so?" his voice came out scratchy.
"Mmmm," she hummed. She winked and giggled as he choked on his chocolate shake. "Shew, I'm full," she rubbed her stomach graciously.
"Yeah, me too," he had gained his voice back. "You want to come home with me?" he asked. He saw her freeze and bite her lip. He leaned across the table and swiped a curl from her face. "Relax, I'm not expecting anything. I just like your company," he said softly. She smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, alright," John smiled widely and took out his wallet. "Wait, what are you doing? I said I'll pay?" Sam said confusedly.
"It's alright, I got it," he threw the money on the table and stood up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up alongside him. The puzzled look on her face made him smirk.
"Paying the bill two days in a row? Should I be worried?" she teased.
"You could pay if you'd rather?" he chuckled at her glare and kissed her nose. "You're not just my partner anymore, so I figure I shouldn't play fast and loose," he explained. She blushed and hid her grin behind her free hand.
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Sam sighed and leaned her head back against her partner's chest. The two had quickly shed their day gear and changed into pajamas. John was leaned against the front of his bed head board, while his petite partner was settled between his legs and leaned up against him. Sam was reading one of the many Conspiracies: Fact or Fiction? magazines, and he was happily reading over her shoulder.
"I actually believe that one," she pointed to Marilyn Monroe section.
"That's my girl," he said proudly. He kissed her cheek and smiled at her giggle. She closed the worn out magazine and yawned. "Sleepy?" he asked.
"A little she admitted," she stretched her legs, the tattoo on her thigh capturing his attention momentarily.
"Want to call it a night?" he laid his head on her shoulder and pressed his cheek against hers.
"No, it's only eight o'clock," she replied. A mischievous look came over her face before she suddenly twisted around and wrapped her legs around his waist. His eyes drifted to her thigh once more. She smirked at his line of sight and pressed herself harder against him. "I actually wanna play a game," she purred. John swallowed thickly at the seductive smile she gave him.
"Is that so?" his voice was husky. The hands on her hips tightened as her lips brushed against his jaw line.
"Mmm," she hummed as she slowly made her way across his chin to the other side of his jaw, "Yep. You know what I want to play?" her breath tickled his ear.
"What?" it came out in a throaty whisper.
She brought her lips to his, barely touching, and said, "I wanna play twenty questions!" The glare she received made her bust into giggles.
"That was evil," he growled. She chuckled and pulled him down onto the bed. He pulled the blankets up over them and took her in his arms. "Alright, you first then," he sighed. He wasn't one for games, but it would make her happy.
"Okay, question one, do you have any brothers or sisters?" she asked.
"I have one brother, Bernard. He's a mortician. He lives in Baltimore with his wife, Rhonda and their two kids," he said.
"How come you never talk about him?" she asked. She flinched at his dejected sigh.
"We aren't that close, I guess," he said. She could tell there was more, but she let it go. "Alright, my turn. When did Don adopt you?"
"When I was sixteen," she said quietly. She knew he'd ask tough questions, and she was somewhat ready for them. That's the reason she suggested the little game. It made it a little easier. "Question two, did you have a crush on your old partner?" she smirked when she felt him stiffen.
"Yes, but it was of a physical nature," he said, "Did you and Fin ever have a thing?" he asked.
"Ew. No, I promise. We kissed and put on shows when we were onstage, but that's it. Odey's like my older brother, John, even if we may sometimes act like it's something else. We're very close, but not of a romantic sorts," she said sternly. John seemed satisfied with this answer.
"Question three, do you still love any of your ex-wives?" she asked, somewhat reluctantly. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.
"No, I don't," he said it with a hint of malice, "They were all spoiled, pampered, snobs," he growled. Sam bit back a smile. "Ever done any drugs?"
She shifted uncomfortably, "Actually, I used to be a pretty bad Heroin addict," she said quietly. John's mouth dropped.
"What?" he asked dumbfounded. Sam blushed and hid her face behind her hands.
"I mean, I'm sober and everything, have been for a while now. Anyway, I used to do a little coke, too. And of course, weed," she finished quickly. Once recovered from his shock, John pried her hands loose and kissed her on the forehead.
"Well, you look good for a recovered drug addict!" he joked. Sam smiled appreciatively at his attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
"Thank you. Okay, question four. What's your biggest sexual fantasy?" she smirked at his floored expression.
"Uh," he cleared his throat, "I guess that would be to have you spread out over my desk at work in a sexy school girl uniform?" it was his turn to smirk as her face turned a florescent color and a girlish squeal erupted from her.
"John William Ray Munch!" she squealed, her face hidden in his chest. His deep laughter vibrated her nose.
"Don't get mad at me, you asked!" he said through his laughter. Sam smacked him hard in the arm and huffed.
"Dear lord," she groaned and slapped a hand on her forehead. "What am I going to do with you?" she teased.
"Marry me?" he said. Sam giggled and scooted closer to him. He watched in amusement as she fought another yawn.
"Yes, because the first three times were suuuuuuuch a success," she mumbled sleepily.
"Fourth time's the charm," he said. Sam chuckled and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Buy me a ring, and I'll gladly be Missus Munch," she nuzzled his neck and let out a yawn.
"You mean that?" he teased. Part of him almost hoped she wasn't playing.
"Mhmm," she sighed. John smiled and kissed her head.
"Alright then, goodnight, Missus Munch," he said.
He thought that had a pretty nice ring to it.
*BULL PIN- It's a term used for the main room in the SVU precinct, where the detectives ultimately reside and take complaints.
Really wanted to get this to you guys sooner, but I had a hellacious birthday/Christmas, so life's been pretty difficult as of late! Anywho, I hope you like the chapter, things will get a little more serious starting next chapter, so I hope you're up for it! As always, thank you SOOOOO much for my reviewers! You guys are the reason I keep writing! Thanks for the story favs and story subscriptions, you guys make my day! Happy Upcoming New Year.