When Furbies Attack

Disclaimer: Not mine

Olivia sighed rubbing her eyes. It was eight thirty and the paperwork seemed unending. She looked up at Elliot to see that he looked as worn out as she felt. Munch Fin and Cragen had gone home for the night and the precinct was quiet except for the two of them. She gave him a small smile as she pushed her chair back from her desk.

"I'm about done for the night," she informed him as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned louder than she normally did.

Elliot smiled back at her "Let's head out and grab something to eat."

Olivia stood up and pushed her chair in as she reached for her work bag "Sounds good to me. Where should we… What the hell?"

"What is it?" Elliot asked, nearly knocking his chair over from the force with which he sprang out of it.

Olivia stood frozen staring at something that had been sitting just behind her work bag on the corner of her desk. It was a yellow Furby with green eyes. 'It couldn't possibly be the same one,' she told herself.

"I thought we got all of them," Elliot said in wonderment when he saw what had her so freaked out.

"We did," Olivia said quietly, not willing to touch the Furby.

Elliot noticed her hesitation and reached for the little toy "Liv's afraid of a Furby," he teased as he waved it in her face in a manner similar to the way she had done before.

"I am not," Olivia protested, laughing nervously.

Elliot chuckled "Come on Liv they may be creepy looking little things but-"

Elliot was cut off when the Furby spread its tiny arms wide towards Olivia and said "I wuv you."

Olivia jumped back about a foot. Elliot put the Furby down on her desk and extended a hand towards her "Come on Liv," he began "Its just a toy."

"Yeah," Olivia nodded and picked up the little yellow fluff ball "Come on little guy," she said sweetly, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt "Let's get you upstairs to be with your friends." She started walking towards the crib.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Elliot asked semi mockingly.

"No," she called back over her shoulder. She wasn't afraid of a little toy and she didn't need someone to hold her hand for this.

As she was leaving Elliot could have sworn that the Furby gave him a very dirty look over Olivia's shoulder. He dismissed it and went to his locker to get his coat.

Imagine Elliot's surprise when he opened his locker and a swarm of very brightly colored butterflies flew out in his face. "What the hell is this," he muttered as the colorful wings hit his face as they flew past him. He stared after the colorful cloud and estimated that there must have been about a hundred butterflies in it.

He was had just started to think to himself that it was too early in the year for butterflies when he heard Olivia call his name. She was standing at the top of the stairs to the crib, no longer holding the Furby in her hands.

"What is it Olivia?" he asked as he began climbing the stairs to reach her. He could see that the color had gone out of her face and as he got closer he saw that she was shaking slightly.

"The Furbies are gone," she told him, trying to calm her voice.

"What?" Elliot was stunned "How could anyone steel a thousand Furbies from a police station?"

"What if they weren't stolen?" Olivia suggested. She didn't want to believe it because she knew how foolish it sounded but there was just something off about the toys.

"Olivia," Elliot began, putting a hand on her shoulder "They're just toys."

"How else do you explain them disappearing?" she asked defensively.

Elliot walked with her towards the crib and opened the door. He flipped on the light and took a look around. It was true, the Furbies were gone, there was nothing left but cardboard boxes. Elliot turned to Olivia "This is really weird," he turned to head downstairs.

"Wait!" Olivia called after him, just a hint of desperation in her voice "Where are you going!"

"I'm gonna give robbery a call!" he called back.

Olivia quickly ran after him, not wanting to be alone right now. Sometimes even perfectly rational people can become panicked when they are confronted with something they don't understand.

She hadn't even bothered to notice that the yellow Furby with the green eyes that she had set down on one of the cots was no longer where she had left it.

She reached the nearly empty squad room just in time to see Elliot put the phone down with a very unsettled look on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, coming up beside him and putting a hand on his arm.

Elliot scratched his head "The phones aren't working," he said puzzled.

"It's the Furbies!" Olivia laughed histarically. She was feeling a little more than just a bit nervous and the laughter was a coping mechanism.

"Are you ok?" Elliot asked as he reached out to catch her before she collapsed from laughter "Breathe Liv," he told her half jokingly but the other half of him was really worried about her.

"I'm fine," she said, collecting herself and straightening up "but wouldn't that be something you would have expected Munch to say if he was here," she chuckled slightly.

"Yeah," Elliot said as he started walking with her towards the exit. All of a sudden a huge cloud of butterflies, much bigger than the one that had come out of Elliot's locker, ambushed them.

"What the hell is this?" Olivia called out to Elliot as the butterflies surrounded them ans she could no longer see him.

"I have no idea," Elliot called back, trying to reach her through the cloud but all he felt were butterflies. "Just run for the exit!" he screamed frantically as he started pushing his way through the brilliantly colored confusion.

"I'm trying," Olivia said from somewhere beside him.

Elliot had his hand on the door. He pushed against it with all his weight but it didn't budge. They were trapped

TBC

A/N: The idea that Furbies are evil and in league with the butterflies belongs to SVU101's little brother and I promised I'd give him credit so he would stop bugging his sister.