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Authors note: I'm better at reading than writing but I thought I'd give it a try. Please review! R&R&R&R&R&R! Thanks and enjoy!
"John!" Elliot shook his head. "I'm going to smack you if I hear one more thing about the government using agents as hot-dog vendors to spy on us!"
"Well it's true…next time you buy a hot-dog or any thing from a vendor on the corner watch what you say. Just watch" John turned his attention back to his work.
2 months had passed since Olivia was pronounced dead and buried. The squad still missed her but they were getting along. They had cleaned out her desk and a new detective had come in to replace her. He wasn't so bad. Little ruff around the edges but detective Zach Simet was slowly getting better.
Fin looked up and saw and girl standing in the entrance to the bullpen. "Hi, can I help you?"
She was dressed black cargo pants and a black tank top with an old black hat on backwards.
"Uhhh this is for you dudes." She tossed an envelope onto Zach's desk and took off to the elevator.
"Right, that made perfect sense" Zach said while tossing to envelope to Elliot.
Elliot slowly opened it and took out a small piece of paper. He read it out to his co-workers.
"Miss you guys lots" Elliot repeated.
John got up and took the paper from Elliot.
"What does that mean?" John asked.
"No friggen clue" Fin said after looking at the paper. Zach picked up the envelope and a smaller piece of paper fell out. He picked it up and gave it to Elliot.
"Wait a week, there will be more. Please destroy notes after you have read them" Elliot was confused beyond belief and didn't understand a thing that was going on.
"I guess we have to wait a week," Zach pointed out.
"Well aren't you brilliant" John retorted.
Don came out of his office and saw the bewildered looks on his detectives. "What's up?"
"Here" Elliot handed Don the notes. Don read them over and then rose on eyebrow at his detectives.
"It's likely a dumb prank or something along the lines of that, we will wait and see what it's about. Until then get back to work children" Don said with a smirk and walked back into his office.
"Hmmmm" Don wondered and then ripped the paper in shreds and tossed in the garbage can. "Maybe, just maybe" He said before picking up the file he was reading before.
"Hey Micky" Stacey smiled sweetly.
"I did it. I think they were confused though. Don't think they got it." Micky said while giggling.
"Haha give it a few weeks. Couple more notes and it'll kick in" Stacey said to the girl while ushering her into the house.
"Yeah, why are you doing this? What if you get caught? I don't want you dying...again" Mickey asked her.
"They were all I had. Are all I have. I need them to know. Other than you and them I have nobody else. I want to thank you again for doing this" She said as she dished out the food that they picked up on the way there.
"It's nothin'. Besides, you have always been there for me. One train ride to New York from Philadelphia once a week, trust me, it's nothing. God, I'm 15 and have no life. No parents. Nothing. Hey I got some things to do tomorrow. I wont be back till late." Mickey said while talking a bite of her burger.
" Is it illegal? I don't want you getting into any trouble." Stacey cautioned.
"Naw, just some shit that needs to be done. It's not bad Liv. Shit. I mean Stacey" Mickey corrected herself.
They both laughed and ate the rest of their food while watching T.V.