When the World Ends
A/n: Okay, I'm acquiescing to your requests and giving you more! And just so you know, it's going to be very random. Fair warning.
"She's doing it again," Munch said, smacking the coffee maker.
"What?" Fin asked.
"The author lady. She cut off our coffee supply again."
"Anyone have a clue what she wants this time?" Elliot asked. Olivia put her head down on her desk.
"Tylenol," the female detective muttered. "My hangover still isn't gone."
"She gave us coffee back two hours ago, and now she's taken it away again. What the heck is this woman's problem?" Fin asked them.
"She enjoys the control she receives from inflicting pain upon us," Huang answered. He had magically appeared in Munch's desk chair.
"She thinks it's funny to see us at each other's throats?" Elliot asked.
"Precisely. Or she has a very strong aversion to coffee and feels that it should be eliminated from the diets of everyone in the world. Or she's very manipulative," Huang added.
"Choose one already! Too many words," Olivia said.
"I'm sorry! I can't function without coffee at five in the morning!" Huang laid his head down on the desk.
"I knew we should have never given the little Asian guy coffee," Fin replied.
"Okay, so what do we have to do to get our coffee back?" Elliot asked.
"Maybe she wants you two to kiss again," Munch suggested. Olivia rolled her eyes and walked around to Elliot's side of the desks. She leaned over and kissed him, and quickly pulled away. They all watched, holding their breaths as they waited. The coffee maker did nothing.
"Dammit. Why didn't that work?" Olivia asked, sitting down on Elliot's desk, right on top of a case file.
"I wouldn't know. Ask the author lady!" Elliot said, smiling.
"She doesn't answer, moron!" Fin shot. Even he was beginning to lose his cool.
"Fuck this, let's go to Jersey. Surely she can't control the coffee there, too," Olivia said. They all grabbed their coats and walked out into the early New York morning.
As Fin, Munch, and Huang got into one car, Elliot and Olivia walked over to theirs. Once they got in, Olivia turned to Elliot.
"You liked it, didn't you?" she asked.
"What?"
"The kiss. Kisses."
"Does this answer your question?" he asked, leaning over and kissing her again, passionately. Magically, her hangover was gone. And the coffee in Manhattan flowed once more.
THE END
A/n: Okay, so I never explained the hangover. Or why they were all doing paperwork at three in the morning. But those things are left up to your imaginations. And don't ask for more, I beg of you! I've got other stories to keep up!