Here's the second chapter everyone! I hope you enjoy it!

Odafin Tutuola's residence

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005

"Usually, it's me you're picking up. What the hell happen to your car!"

Detective John Munch was in a bad mood. Not just any bad mood either. It was his I'm-so-angry-that-I'm-going-to-be-spouting-conspiracy-theories-until-the-day-I-die bad mood and Fin hated him when he was in that mood.

"It broke down," said Fin sarcastically, "What's the matter with picking me up?"

"I had to drive over the Brooklyn Bridge which is very slippery this time of year!" exclaimed Munch.

"It's just a few inches of snow, John," said Fin, getting into Munch's car.

"Do you know what few inches of snow can do?" asked Munch as he began to drive.

"They can make snowmen?"

"No! I could've swerved, fallen into the river, and drown!"

Fin rolled his eyes. "And you know the risk I take when I pick you up most of the time? I have to worry about my ass everyday because Olivia and Elliot have threatened me now that if I don't control your big mouth, then they're going to kick it. Wait…that's everyday when I'm partnered with you!"

Munch's face softened a little. "Really?" he asked disbelieving.

"Yeah, really," and Fin smiled, "But I guess it's the price I pay being partnered with you."

Munch laughed and began to finish his conspiracy on snow. "You do know that also snow is a leading cause of all…"

Fin sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's going to be a long car ride," he thought.

SVU Squad Room

"INCOMING!" shouted Elliot Stabler as he threw a paper wad at his partner, Olivia Benson.

Benson was on the computer looking up something when she instinctively ducked.

"Gonna have to do better than that," said Benson as she raised her head.

"I would be doing better if Cragen would let us go outside and let us have a real snow ball fight. I finished all my paperwork for him and this is his thanks I get in return," he muttered.

"Quit wining. I thought you were supposed to be looking for gifts for the kids," she said.

"I already did that on Monday."

"Explains why you've been throwing paper wads at me since yesterday."

"Since we're talking about gifts, did you see Munch's desk?"

"I know, it has a stocking on it."

Every year, Cragen always hung stockings on the side of his detectives' desks. Munch hated Christmas and everything about it, even stockings. But every year, Cragen always put something in everyone's stocking, including Munch's, which annoyed him to no end.

"I wonder what Munch is going to do this year. He said if he saw another stocking on his desk again, he would run it through the paper shredder," said Benson.

"I wonder what he has done with all his stockings from past years," said Stabler.

"Fin could've swore he saw them lying in a plastic bin in his apartment one time when he went to see what was taking Munch so long when he went to go and pick him up."

"Speaking of Munch and Fin," said a voice from behind them, "What's taking them so long to get here?"

Captain Donald Cragen had stepped out of his office to grab a cup of coffee and notice he was short two detectives.

"I don't know Captain. Perhaps the roads were a little worse than what Munch expected them to be," said Stabler.

"And what's this mess on the floor? Who's been throwing paper wads again?"

"Not me," said Benson, smirking.

"Elliot, really. Just because I'm not letting you go outside and bomb people with snow balls gives you no excuse to make a mess here in the squad room!"

"Sorry," muttered Stabler sheepishly.

Cragen sighed and Stabler got up from his desk and began to clean up the mess. Cragen was pouring coffee when Benson asked him a question.

"Hey Captain, what are you getting us for Christmas for the squad as a whole?"

"A toaster? The one we have right now burns the pieces of bread…" began Stabler when Benson gave him a look.

"Did I ask you?" she asked.

"No," he replied smiling.

Benson rolled her eyes and Cragen chuckled.

"I haven't really decided, Olivia. I was thinking of getting an XBOX 360, but those things are sold out everywhere."

Benson laughed. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I really was…"

But Cragen was interrupted by the desk sergeant who ran into the squad room.

"Captain Cragen sir!" shouted the desk sergeant as he entered the squad room.

"Yes?" replied Cragen.

"Detectives Munch and Tutuola are trying to move their car from a drift of snow. It seems Detective Munch wasn't paying attention and accidentally drove right into it."

"Oh goodie, I get to give Munch a speeding ticket," sighed Cragen, "Okay, thank you sergeant. You heard the man everyone, get your coats on and lets go help those two."

Stabler was grinning very broadly to the elevator until Cragen saw him.

"No snow ball fights, Detective Stabler," he said sternly.

"Awww…" said Stabler as they all boarded the elevator.

Outside, they stood frozen in the snow looking for Munch's car.

"Jeez, you think it could get any colder?" said Benson wrapping her coat around her tighter.

"Well, here's Munch's car," said Cragen, "And it looks okay except for the minor accumulation on the side. So where's Munch and Fin?"

"Perhaps they went to get a snow shovel?" asked Stabler.

"So then why did they call for us when they didn't need us in the first…" began Cragen when he got hit by snow on top of his head.

"Elliot…" growled Cragen.

"That wasn't me! I swear!" shouted Stabler.

"Then who…" began Cragen and got hit by another snow ball.

Benson and Stabler got behind Munch and Fin's car and then heard voices.

"You stupid old man, aim at El and Liv! Not the Captain!"

"Then you throw the damn things already!"

"Then you'll complain that you didn't have a chance!"

Benson and Stabler looked around and saw Munch and Fin on the stairwell, arguing. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

"Sounds like you'll get that snow ball fight after all," said Benson making a few snow balls.

"Benson and Stabler vs. Munch and Fin vs. Captain Donald Cragen," whispered Stabler, "A three way fight, I like this already."

"Let's show those two that can't get us," said Benson, "Ready?"

Stabler nodded, got up and began to run at Munch and Fin along with Benson.

"LET THE ANNUAL PRECINCT SNOW BALL FIGHT BEGIN!" He shouted and Benson let out a battle cry.

Who do you think is going to win? R&R please!