So, sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! School started and we have been slammed with homework lately. Not fun, for those of you that know what homework is in high school! The next chapter is almost complete so look for another update later in the week!

And now Ch. 6 of Yuletide Worry. As usual, I don't own them and, if I did, I would be rich as Dick Wolf and living somewhere in the Bahamas. Enjoy!

Munch looked in the mirror at his tux while Fin stood in the background.

"Great, I look like a stick in this," growled Munch.

"Pack some pounds then, old man," said Fin.

"Shut up. You're not helping."

"Hey, I'm just giving you some advice…"

"I said shut up!"

The tailor now came to Munch. "Will that be all for you, sir?"

"Yeah," grumbled Munch, "How much?"

"$175.20, sir," the tailor replied.

"Is that how much you paid for yours?" asked Munch to Fin.

Fin nodded somberly.

"Oh fine. Here," said Munch giving the tailor the money on the counter.

The tailor took the money, bagged Munch's tux, and gave him the tux and receipt.

"Here you go sir," said the tailor, "Thank you!"

Munch and Fin left the building. Munch was scowling when they left.

"What's the matter with you now?" asked Fin.

"Nothing," muttered Munch.

"Sure, it's nothing. Tell me what's bothering you anyway."

Munch stopped walking and began to say something, then stopped. He looked up to the sky and then back down at Fin.

"Did I really look good in that suit? Good enough to go out with Casey?" asked Munch softly, "Or were you just kidding around back there?"

Fin did a double take and cocked his head. Munch had never been concerned about his looks before in front of his colleagues.

"No, I wasn't man. You really did look sharp. I'm being honest and serious, I swear it," he said once his shock subsided.

"Okay, that's all I needed to know," said Munch and he began to walk again.

After a moments silence, they began to talk.

"So who are you going out with Detective Tutuola?" asked Munch, grinning.

"Go shove your head in your bony ass cause I ain't telling you man!" exclaimed Fin with a smile.

"Come on," whined Munch.

"No."

"Tell me the first letter of the first and last names."

"No! I don't want you calling every lady in New York City phone book just to see if I'm going out with them."

"Pleeeaasssee?"

"NO!"

"Can I please look at you in your dress?" whined Stabler as he waited for Benson to pay for her dress at the check-out counter.

"Can I look at you in your tux?" asked Benson.

"No!" shot back Stabler.

"Then the feeling is mutual here. If I can't see you in your tux, then you won't see me in my dress," she said as she paid for it and took it from the cashier.

Outside, Stabler called the others on his cell phone.

"Hey, Fin! Get your stuff? Good. See you in ten," and he hung up.

"So, Munch and Fin got their tuxes?" asked Benson.

Stabler nodded. "The Captain should be pleased with us, we didn't blow any of our bonuses on something frivolous."

"Easier said than done," said Benson rolling her eyes.

"No kidding. At least I had some money saved in my account so I could buy something for the kids."

"I thought you charged it all to your credit card!"

"Yeah, I did. Then I maxed them out."

"Again! Elliot, you really need to start planning ahead for this. You know you always spend a little more for the kids around this time of year."

"I know, I know, Liv. I'll start saving some money here and there next year. At least I have enough money left over to finish paying what I spend on them."

Benson gave her partner a look before she continued walking down the sidewalk.

Cragen was looking around the windows of the shops when something came across his eye. He stopped and looked at the sign on the bottom.

Limited Quantities!

"Well, well," muttered Cragen, "This is my lucky day after all."

And he walked inside the shop.

Joe's Coffee shop

Corner of e. 72nd street and Lexington avenue

Upper East Side

"Well, it's the Captain…" began Stabler.

"And you're late," growled Fin.

"I was late for a good reason," said Cragen as he sat down with them at their table, "Traffic."

"Oh goodie, the streets of Manhattan are being engulfed by machines that produce carbon monoxide at this time of day," growled Munch as he set his cup of coffee down.

"We know you hate traffic," said Benson sipping her coffee.

"Especially this time of year," muttered Fin.

"So what are we doing?" asked Stabler.

"For the rest of the day? Well, I figure we could all practice waltzing," said Cragen.

Looks of horror flash through his squad's faces.

"You're not serious," said Benson.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" asked Cragen seriously.

"No," said Stabler.

"Relax, you two. I figured Munch could try out today."

Munch swallowed his coffee.

"What!" he cried.

Benson, Stabler, and Fin roared with laughter.

"And Fin," added Cragen.

Fin stopped laughing and Munch smirked.

"Captain, um, I'm not going to dance with Munch," said Fin deadpan.

"Not you and Munch. You and Munch are going to be dancing with Benson," said Cragen.

"Great," muttered Benson as she stopped laughing, "I feel so overjoyed at the thought."

"It's not that bad," said Cragen, "So lets blow this popsicle stand and go back to the house. I need to do a few things in my office anyway."

SVU Squad Room

"Like this?" asked Munch.

"Yes, but your left foot is sticking out a little too much. Bring it back in so it can be aligned with Olivia's," said Cragen.

Munch brought his foot back in, but then stepped on Benson's foot.

"Hey!" she cried.

"Sorry, Liv. It's not my fault I got big feet."

Cragen shook his head.

"Move back a little John so you can have room for your feet," he said.

Munch shuffled back a few steps then bumped into a desk.

"Goddamnit…" he began.

"We're going to be here for a while," sighed Fin.

"Shut it, Fin!" shouted Munch.

Fin smirked, but Cragen gave him a look and he stopped. Cragen walked over to Benson and Munch.

"Okay," he said, "Here's the problem. One, your elbow is sticking out way too far, Olivia. Bring it back in a little and relax it. John, relax your right arm. Now try to do the first step."

They did as they were told and did the first step of the Waltz without any problems.

"Now continue with the whole dance, like I showed you guys yesterday," said Cragen.

They began to twirl around in circles, doing much better than when Benson was paired with Stabler. Munch kept reciting the beat in his head while Benson took control when it came to the turns. They were doing very well together and Stabler got a little jealous.

"Impressive, old man," said Stabler.

Munch glared at Stabler, then took Benson, swept off her heels and dipped her head toward the floor.

"Excellent John!" said Fin, laughing.

Stabler returned the glare to Munch and Munch grinned slyly. Benson could not help it and she began to laugh. Cragen shook his head.

"I don't remember teaching you that," he said sighing at the fact that Munch had to be a show off.

Munch brought Benson back up and set her on her feet. "So? I added a few personal touches of mine to this dance. Who says I can't do that?"

"Well, it came more as a surprise than anything. Nobody has ever done that before to me, not even my high school prom date," said Benson.

"Well I'm glad to be the first," said Munch, taking a bow.

Benson was about to say something when the phone rang. Everyone looked at it as the light blinked on and off. Then the squad looked at each other as if to say, "Who's going to pick it up?"

It turned out to be Fin who strode over and picked up the phone on its fifth ring.

"Tutuol…Oh! Hey! Nothing. No, why? Of course I wouldn't! Well, I can't say much, I got my whole squad here listening to me…"

Fin saw Munch run over to a nearby desk and was going to press the speaker phone button.

"Look, I'll call you back later. Bye!" and slammed the phone down into the receiver before Munch could press the speaker phone button.

"Damn!" said Munch, snapping his fingers.

"Damn this, old man," said Fin and he took one of Stabler's paper wads and hit Munch right where his glasses were.

"Hey!"

"I told you, you ain't going to find out who my date is until the day of ball!"

"Who's your date?" asked Cragen.

"ARRG! I AIN'T GOING TO BE TELLING ANY OF YOU! YOU'LL FIND OUT ON THE DAY OF THE BALL! " roared Fin.

Everyone exchanged quick glances with each other.

"Okay then," said Stabler.

Who is Fin's date? I don't know and I'm the writer. J/k! I do know who it is and I won't tell you until the chapter on the night of the ball which is two-three chapters from now. I know the wait is killing you, but perhaps you can speed up the process and R&R this chapter for me. What do you say to that? Thanks!