A.N. So here's part 2. There's still one more part coming after this. Anyway, read on. And REVIEW!

Moonlight Whispers

Chapter 2

It was Friday a week until the Christmas Ball. Friday afternoon had dragged on. The four tired detectives plugging away at the reports in front of them. The three men looking forward to having a quiet night alone. Olivia had other plans. She was going dress shopping, with Alex Cabot.

The ADA had been invited as John's date when he'd realized a few days earlier that no one else would take him. Alex wouldn't have been attending if it weren't for the fact she was accompanying John.

Olivia still didn't have a date, as her most recent boyfriend broke up with her after several missed dates. Olivia knew who she wanted to go with, but convincing him to go with her--well, that was gonna be the hard part.

Elliot didn't have a date yet either. He was starting to get desperate; it was barely a week till the ball. He'd never had any problems before. But that was before. He'd always gone with Kathy. But well things had changed. There was no Kathy. He did have someone in mind though...

"Liv?"

"Yep, El?" she asked looking up from her huge stack of paperwork.

"Would you promise me something?"

She considered for a second "Okay. What?"

"Well if by next Wednesday neither of us have dates..." he paused not sure how to go on. "Well, would you come with me?"

"She smiled. "You know I would, El."

"So it's a deal?" he asked, relieved.

"It's a deal," Olivia agreed. "If by next Wednesday neither of us have dates, we'll go together."

"You're not just saying that, are you Liv? Cause you've already got a date"

"Nope. I don't have a date yet either." No, and she didn't plan to either until Wednesday, when hopefully Elliot would still be looking for a date.

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Alex and Olivia had been shopping for almost three hours and were walking into their third shop, on the search for the perfect dress for Olivia. Alex had settled on a black knee length strappy dress in their second shop. Olivia on the other hand hadn't had as much luck.

She'd tried strappy dresses, backless dresses, long evening gowns, dresses with puffy sleeves, dresses with high necks, dresses with low necks, but she was yet to find something absolutely perfect-- which this dress had to be. She'd tried green dresses, blue dresses, black dresses, dresses with more than one colour, she'd tried purple and pink. But nothing had been right. She wanted to knock her partner off his feet. If Elliot went with her, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the room; if he went with someone else then she wanted to make him damn upset that he hadn't taken her.

So when she stood in front of the full length mirror wearing blood red dress with spaghetti straps that fell to the floor. The neckline was low but not too low. Thin straps criss-crossed the back of the dress holding it in place. Olivia had known it was perfect from the fact that Alex's jaw had dropped to the ground when Olivia stepped out of the dressing room. But first she had to see the dress for herself. When she did she agreed it was perfect, it was sure to knock her partner clean off his feet.

After purchasing the dress the two headed off in search of shoes. Olivia found her shoes in the first shop, they were perfect. Strappy red sandals with a two-inch heel. In the second shop Alex found the perfect shoes for her dress. They were black and similar to Olivia's, but with a slighter larger heel.

Heading home with their purchases, both women were satisfied that they would be able to turn a few heads. Olivia wandered through the door of her apartment dropping everything in the doorway before collapsing on her bed, falling into sweet dreams which involved some rather saucy things and the red dress in the bag in her living room.