Nymph Du Pave: Happy Halloween
TITLE: Happy Halloween
AUTHOR: Nymph Du Pave
FANDOM: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
PAIRING: Read and discover :o)
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: It's Halloween and everyone just needs to have a good time.
DISCLAIMER: L&O: SVU belongs to Dick Wolf, NBC and whoever else. I have nothing but a sick desire to play with the characters created by them. I earn no wages, just want to have fun.
FEEDBACK: It makes my day!
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: nymph_du_pave@hotmail.com
AUTHOR'S THANKS: Thanks to VTerrice for lending me Ellandra Seymour and to Damian Ruse for great reviews and some imperative information. Happy Halloween everyone!!


Happy Halloween

CHAPTER ONE: To the Party, Batman

We just wanted to have a little fun on Halloween, you know? I mean at most workplaces you'll find some decorations up, or at least some candy spread around. Even at Narcotics we had a little enjoyment on Halloween. But at the Special Victims Unit... Well, it's different. Everything is so somber, so goddamn serious... The only decoration that ever goes up for a holiday is this morbid little Christmas tree in the corner with, like, nine ornaments. Damn, I hate that tree. It's worse than Charlie Brown's.

So when we solved a major case on the 31st we all just figured, "go home- sleep- wake- come back." The regular routine. But sometimes the regular routine'll make you postal.

Ellandra Seymour, the newest and youngest member, a psychological advisor to the unit, understood that and had an idea.

She stood up and stretched, lifting her already perky breasts higher and I couldn't help but watch. I mean, she's gorgeous. That innocent-but-not-so-innocent porcelain doll face with the fire on top [and no doubt below]. The well shaped and sized breasts. The slim waist with nice hips and flat stomach. And that ass. Oh, wow. Round but tight little piece with great legs and the toes... I sort of have this foot fetish deal going on, and she once wore a pair of open-toed flats, leaving me to trying and catch a glimpse all day long. It was a fun little game for when the work became too stressful.

She ran her fingers through the crimson curls on top and looked around at the group, a bit anxious. It was one of those very rare times where everyone was going to be off at the same time, including our captain, and she looked like she had something on her mind.

"What is it Seymour?" my partner asked, impatience painting his tone. He couldn't seem to be able to like anything about the young woman and I could see that she was fast becoming fodder for another one of his little conspiracies.

"Well, I was kinda wondering if anyone wanted to go to a party with me... I mean blues from all of the precincts are gonna be there-" Groans from Munch, Olivia and Stabler interrupted her simultaneously. She waited a second before continuing, "-but it'll be fun. Music, scary movies, free drinks and candy."

I saw my partner's eyes go up at the mention of easy sweets. After over a year of working with the man, I found he had developed a horrendous and voracious appetite for most confections.

"There's also this really neat little haunted house in the backyard. Homemade by rich people. And a playroom for kids," she said eyeing Elliot. "If you wanted to bring your wife and twins, there'll be a lot of other children there."

Stabler's eyebrows rose in consideration, then he smiled. "Dicky and 'Lizabeth did want me to take them somewhere tonight. And I know Kathy'd love to get out. Liv?"

"Beats going home right now." She sighed. "I couldn't sleep if I tried."

I watched as Elle attempted to contain her glee at taking a chance and getting her colleagues out and about. Elliot looked back to her. "The address?" She gave it to him and I recognized the part of town as just a few blocks from Olivia's apartment, making it all the more convenient as Benson was currently without wheels.

"Finn?" My stomach gave a small leap as she turned those warm, caramel browns on me with an expecting gaze, a gaze that said she figured she knew my answer, but was still needlessly worried. God, she was sexy when she did that; the height of that not-so-innocent face's faux naiveté.

"Sounds good." Maybe tonight I'd get her to dance with me.

I turned to my partner, who watched our captain and the ADA Alexandra Cabot come out of his office. "And you?" I asked John, figuring I could convince him if the answer was no.

"Far be it from me to pass up a night of mirth and free comestibles." Elle smiled.

"Free food?" Cragen asked, keeping his eyes on the now departing counselor.

Olivia stood up and grabbed her stuff. "Elle was talking about a Halloween party."

Now I can say for a fact that everyone figured our doleful captain would give the x-nay on any type of party that involved festivities and joy, but to our surprise he was interested. "Anyone invited there, Seymour?"

"Cops and dates, families, friends."

Cragen nodded to Elle then looked up towards Alex now almost out of the room. "Counselor?"

She stopped and looked up at him from her file, the light from the fluorescent overheads reflecting off of her glasses.

"Wait up. I'll walk you out." I watched along with five other pairs of eyes, as our captain walked out with the prosecutor. Elliot then grabbed his coat and waved goodbye. "See you all soon," he called exiting the squadroom.

Olivia stood and caught Munch's eye with a quirky little smile. He snickered and stood up to meet her, quickly grabbing his black coat and matching fedora. "I suppose, but you know the rules. Only Finn gets to ride with his head out the window."

"Ha, ha." I called after him as the two headed out leaving me with Elle and a few detectives lingering in the fileroom above. I looked at her, a delicious morsel in her own right. "Complete with night chills and frightened virgins?"

Elle nodded. "Soundtrack and all." A wicked grin flashed across her face and her eyes lowered. "Though, I can't help you on the virgin part."

My stomach twisted pleasantly at her words, though I wasn't sure if she had been hinting at anything. "Let's go. I've got the ride."

To be continued...