Disclaimers: None of the SVU characters of mine, except for Michelle Mendicez. References to other shows are meant as a crossover, but nothing heavy. All songs used in this chapter are property of their owners, not me.

Author's Note: Sorry for the amount of time that it took for this chapter to be written. I just kind of dropped it, to be perfectly honest, as I had no ideas for a new chapter. However, once I got some inspiration, (and a sick day from school), there was no stopping me! So, here is Chapter Six! I hope that you enjoy it!

"That's not what I mean," Jack McCoy stated, as he continued to discuss one of his latest cases with Ed Green. "You guys should never have been served by that woman in the first place. You had a warrant, so she had no right to even think about a charge like that."

Ed nodded his agreement, discouraged by what some people would do in order to be aquitted of charges. As it seemed, going after cops was usually right at the top of the to-do list.

"Hey, Jack," came a husky female voice, causing Ed to look up. Before him stood a tall, beautiful, very familiar looking blonde, in a sexy gold dress. "I've been looking for you."

"Is that so?" Jack inquired, a huge grin creeping across his face. "I've been seeing you out on the dance floor from time to time."

Ed continued to watch, as the blonde raised her eyebrows, and Jack looked a bit embarrassed. It was really beginning to bother him, though, that he could not figure out who the woman was. He knew that he had seen her before, but where? She was obviously either a cop, or, more likely, affiliated with cops, since she was present tonight. He just didn't know which it was.

"Ed," Jack spoke up again. "You remember Assistant District Attourney Alex Cabot?"

"Um," he began, not wanting to say that he almost remembered her. "Sure. I do remember her."

"Alex, you recall Detective Ed Green?" Alex nodded.

"I sure do. So many perps, so little time." She smiled, and extended her hand. "Good to see you again, Detective Green."

Ed took her hand in his, and shook it. "Likewise. And, call me Ed." He smiled, and released Alex's hand.

Alex smiled, and opened her mouth to speak. However, before she could get a word out, she was interrupted by the sound of Jack's voice.

"Well, I'm off to find Serena. She left her, uh," Jack hesitated, as he reached in his pocket. He pulled his hand back out, holding, to Ed's surprise, absolutely nothing. He eyed Jack, curiously, before the older man cracked a nervous smile. "She forgot her watch at the office," he finished, his face still plastered with one of the worst attempts at an innocent smile that Ed had ever seen.

"Alright, man," Ed said after a moment. He didn't believe Jack at all; something else was definitely going on. "I'll catch you later."

"Okay. Nice to see you again, Alexandra," Jack said, nodding to Alex.
"Likewise," Alex replied, with a smile.

Ed watched, as Jack sauntered off. After a few brief seconds, however, Ed's attention returned to the beautiful blonde in the shimmering gold dress.

Alex, who had since returned her gaze to the man before her, gave a smile. "So, how long have you been a Detective?"

Fin sat at the table, a huge grin plastered on his face, as he stared out at the dance floor. Yes, this was definitely blackmail material. He wished that he had a camera to capture the Kodak moment; John Munch, out on the dance floor, doing the macarena. Fin wondered to himself, silently, as to just how many beers his partner had downed to be acting like, well, a normal, fun loving human being. He knew it was a bit harsh, but, when it came to John, Fin always saw a confined, stuffy individual. Truth be told, at certain times, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Through the moment of being completely caught off guard by John's lack of his normal self, Fin had managed to sink himself deeper into his thoughts from earlier. He wasn't as worried about going to his mother's as usual, but, he still wasn't sure why. Of course, George's words had helped to settle his feelings a bit, there was no denying that. However, something was telling him that he was going to be fine for this one holiday, and he, for whatever reason, was accepting the feeling.

"Hey," came a voice from behind, startling Fin from his banter of thoughts. He looked up, and saw the man who he had been introduced to not long ago. "Fin, right?"

Fin smiled. "That's me. You're, uh, Brian, right?" The man nodded. "Have a seat," Fin offered, motioning to the chair that Brian stood by.

"Thanks," Brian said, as he took a seat in the referred chair. He got comfortable, or, as comfortable as the metal folding chair would allow, before picking up a conversation. As he shuffled around, Fin beat him to starting a topic.

"You're really into dancing, huh?" Fin asked the younger man, as he glanced at him.

Brian was confused for a moment, before realizing what Fin was talking about. He smiled. "Yeah, well, I've got a good dance partner out there, tonight." Brian let his eyes fall out to the dance floor, quickly, and swept his eyes across the crowd of people, letting them settle on no one in particular. He scanned for a few more seconds, before he gave up on trying to find his proclaimed "dance partner" in the ever growing group of dancers, and looked back at Fin. "Michelle's a good dancer."

Fin shrugged a little. "Never danced with her," he said, simply. "So, why'd you leave John out there alone?" he laughed, returning his eyes to his partner, who was now dancing with Olivia, while Elliot had mysteriously disappeared from the floor. He waited for Brian to answer, but, he never got a response. Turning his head to the left, her looked at Brian, who had his gaze fixed on something on the dance floor. Fin followed the younger man's gaze, and landed his own on John. Fin frowned for a moment, before his eye caught what he assumed Brian was really looking at; Michelle had reappeared on the floor, as had Elliot, and the two were doing what Fin thought was a type of salsa dancing.

Fin considered it for a moment, never having thought Elliot to be a salsa man. What was stranger, still, was the fact that Elliot was salsa dancing with Michelle. In the office, the two argued like there was no tomorrow. He had never thought that he would see the day when the two would be able to accomplish anything together, yet, there they were, moving in almost perfect synchrony, give or take a few steps.

Fin laughed to himself, lightly, before remembering that he had asked Brian a question. Turning his attention back to the man beside him, Fin tried to remember just what the question was. He thought for a few minutes more, but, he came up with absolutely nothing. Noting that Brian had not moved his stare from where it had fallen, Fin came up with a new question.

"So, you and Michelle," he began, hesitantly, knowing that he was touching upon a very personal subject. However, he knew that the few beers that he had consumed were beginning to take effect, and he continued. "Are you guys together or something?"

As if he had been pulled out of a trance, Brian snapped his head up, and looked at the older man. He looked completely bewildered for a moment, before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Actually, we're - ."

"Hey, guys!" came a female voice. "Why don't you come and join us?"
Fin looked up, and saw Olivia, who was waving for them to come and dance. In an attempt to avoid the question at hand, or so Fin assumed, Brian got up from his seat, and rushed to where the group of SVU Detectives were all gathered.

"Damn," Fin thought to himself, silently. "Almost had it out of him, too." With a look of indifferent defeat spread across his face, Fin rose from his seat, and, for the third time that night, headed for the bar.

Author's Note: There you have it! Yes, a little short, I know, but, I am getting a headache. Damn flu. Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed it! Chapter Seven will be along, shortly! Thanks for reading! As always, I looked forward to your kind words! Until the next chapter...