Something I wrote the other night when I was really bored. Hopefully this idea hasn't already been done before. The title is a song by AFI, but this is not a songfic. Please leave me a comment on what you think of this.

It was a dull, boring day at the SVU. All of the detectives were busy working at their desks, either finishing up paperwork or conducting searches on their computers. The cases that had been coming in lately were usually wrapped up by the end of the day – they were that simple.

Fin had been busy writing up a testimonial statement when he felt something hit his head. Looking up, he noticed a sneaky grin on his partner's face.

"What the hell was that for?"

John shrugged, "I need some amusement to help me get through the day."

Fin bent down and picked up the paper ball that lay on the floor. "A crumpled up piece of paper? That's childish, man."

"So is having a picture of puppies on your desk. What's your point?"

"Paper planes work so much better." He stated, letting the comment slide.

Raising an eyebrow, John asked, "How so?"

Grabbing a blank sheet of paper, Fin quickly folded it into a sleek looking flying machine. After making sure all the folds were straight, he sent it flying over to his partner, where it landed safely on his lap.

John picked it up and inspected it. "Haven't made one of these things in ages. Then again, I could never get it to fly right."

"I always used to annoy my teachers by flying them around in class. The number of times I got in trouble for it."

"I can see you really grew out of that phase." Said John, giving him an over the glasses look.

He sent the paper airplane flying back to Fin, but instead, it flew up over his head and landed at the captain's feet.

"Nice to see some work getting done."

"Captain, we were just –"

"Save it, John." He threw a folder down on Fin's desk. "This just got handed down to us. I want you two to go talk to the victim."

"Why us? Why not Liv and Elliot?" asked Fin.

"You two look like you need something to do. Something constructive." Without another word, he went back into his office.

Fin rounded on John. "Thanks a lot."

"How is any of this my fault?"

"If you could learn to throw a plane. Just learn to throw in general."

"You're the one who made the damn thing in the first place."

"Come on. I'm driving. You might wreck or something."

They bickered the whole time as they left the squadroom. Olivia, who had been watching the entire exchange, resisted the urge to laugh. She glanced at her partner, who seemed oblivious to all around him because he was immersed in a pile of paperwork.

An idea came to her mind. Picking up a blank sheet of paper, she followed Fin and John's lead, creating a device that would snap Elliot back to reality.

Short and sweet.

Silvarius Meleisah