When Furbies Attack
Disclaimer: Not mine and if they were they would probably never forgive me for this story.
Olivia took a tentative step inside the office, making sure to leave the door open. She wanted to be able to escape quickly if necessary. She spun around quickly when she heard the door slam shut.
'It must be the wind,' she told herself but in a building with no open windows or doors, how could there be any wind?
Slightly more shaken than she had been before, she turned back to Cragen's desk to stare once more at the thing that had startled her enough that she had felt the need to reach for her gun. There on Cragen's desk sat a yellow Furby with green eyes.
"What are you doing in here little guy," Olivia said in a shaky voice, making sure to keep her distance from the desk.
"I wuv you," the Furby said, taking a step closer to the edge of the desk and looking at Olivia with what could only be described as lust in its big green eyes.
Olivia's breath caught in her throat as she found herself backing up towards the door. She kept her eyes on the little yellow monster in front of her as her hand slowly reached for the door knob. This was just too freaky, she wanted away from this thing. Her hand made contact with the door knob and she slowly began to turn it.
"Nah-ah-ah Livvy," she heard from above her. She looked up and saw a pink Furby with blue eyes perched on top of the door frame.
Olivia paid no attention to the little bastard as she kept turning the door knob. She tried to ignore the frantic beating of her own heart as she did so. These were just toys after all, nothing more. She was a cop damn it, these things shouldn't even be making her even the slightest bit nervous. And yet somehow they were.
"Stop right there," the Furby on Cragen's desk called out forcefully as it pulled out from behind its back the standard nine millimeter and pointed it at Olivia.
Olivia would have burst out laughing at the sight of a Furby holding a gun if it wasn't for the fact that she was totally weirded out by the Furby already and the gun was pointed at her.
"Alright," she said, trying to sound calm as she removed her hand from the door knob.
"Sit," the Furby instructed her, indicating with its non gun stub of an arm, one of the chairs across from the desk.
Olivia obeyed, feeling entirely foolish that she was doing so but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes off of the gun in the Furby's tiny excuse for a hand. At this point Olivia noticed that it would be physically impossible for the Furby to pull the trigger. In an instant she had leaned forward and snatched the gun from the Furby.
Feeling completely foolish, she pointed the gun at the Furby and demanded "What is going on here."
The Furby turned its gaze up to meet hers "I wuv you," it answered simply.
Olivia ran for the door of the office once more but found that she couldn't open it "What the hell," she muttered. None of what was going on made any sense.
"Get her!" the yellow Furby with the green eyes screamed.
For a moment Olivia just looked around, wondering who he was talking to then she felt something drop onto her head. She reached up and felt another Furby clinging to her hair. She tugged at the persistent little bugger and after she had managed to untangle it she looked at it. It was the pink Furby with the blue eyes that had been sitting on top of the door frame. She laughed, suddenly feeling much better. It was totally unbelievable that these toys would come to life let alone be after her but the fact that they were only toys and much smaller than her was comforting. She breathed a sigh of relief and dropped the pink Furby to the ground only to look down and see that there were at least twenty five more Furbies of varying fur and eye colors staring back at her.
She jumped back in surprise, hitting the door which still refused to give way "What the hell?" she gasped. It seemed to her that this was fast becoming her phrase of the day.
One of the Furbies in the group jumped in the air, screaming as it landed once more "Charge!"
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The elevator was quickly careening to the bottom of the shaft. Elliot had very little time to think. He climbed to the top of the car and grabbed on to the emergency escape hatch. The hatch gave way easily and soon Elliot was out in the open shaft watching the floors slide by, too fast for him to do much of anything. He closed his eyes and prepared himself for what he thought was the end. He didn't want to give up but he really didn't see any other choice.
Suddenly he felt the elevator's descent slowing until it stopped completely. He sighed in relief and opened his eyes taking in a very strange sight. The elevator had stopped between two floors. The top of the car was only about a foot below a set of opened doors. Elliot knew that someone must have opened those doors from the outside and someone must have stopped the elevator. The question was, who?
"Hello?" he called into the empty hallway as he stepped up and out of the dark shaft. He saw no one as he proceeded down the hall. He stopped in his tracks when he peered around a corner and saw a cloud of those damn butterflies circling a light fixture. Elliot wasn't in the mood for another encounter with the flapping little annoyances so he doubled back. He headed to the staircase, thinking that it would be best to join up with Olivia, he headed down to the SVU squad room to see if he could find her.
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Olivia gave another desperate tug at the door of the office. The Furbies were quickly piling up around her feet. More of them had come out of the woodwork besides the original twenty five. The little pests were a lot stronger than they looked. Every time she would push them down they would just keep coming. She'd been stomping on them, kicking them, picking them up and throwing them across the room, she'd even tried shooting some of them point blank but they just kept coming.
All the while the yellow Furby with the green eyes sat on Cragen's desk, watching with great interest as Olivia tried and failed to get away from the Furbies. The most evil sadistic look crossed its face. It was truly a frightening sight to behold.
Olivia had long since given up screaming at the little fur balls to get down because they just wouldn't listen. Besides yelling would only waist energy and she was running very low as it was. She only hoped that Elliot would come looking for her. That was of course providing that he hadn't run into a similar fate. She hoped he hadn't, she hoped that he was safe, she wondered if he had found a way out.
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Elliot turned the corner and entered the squad room. He had had no luck finding Olivia and he was hoping that she was there. He stopped at their desks and surveyed the bullpen. It was empty. He looked towards Cragen's office, noticing that the light was on he approached the door.
"Olivia," he called with his hand on the door knob "Are you in there?" He paused and listened for an answer. He heard a lot of high pitched giggling and it didn't take him long to identify it as the sound of several Furbies but there was something else besides the giggling. There it was again, a voice, almost drowned out by the Furbies' laughter but still clear.
"Elliot," he could hear her calling to him "The door's stuck."
In an instant Elliot had kicked in the door "Holy…" Elliot saw the giant pile of Furbies in the middle of the room but no sign of Olivia. The Furbies were jumping up and down and giggling in delight.
"We won, we won," they chanted.
Elliot approached the pile "Olivia!" he called.
"Down here," came a muffled response from somewhere underneath all the Furbies. Elliot started tossing Furbies every which way to shouts of protest from the annoying little things. He got very annoyed when he could have sworn that he tossed the same one off the pile at least a dozen times.
Olivia was feeling physically drained but hearing Elliot's voice gave her renewed strength. She started fighting against the Furbies once more and soon she had stuck a hand out of the pile, followed by an arm. Elliot saw her arm appear, he grasped her hand in both of his and pulled her free of the Furby pile. Now that the office door was open the two of them made a run for it.
"What do we do?" Elliot asked Olivia as he turned and saw the field of colorful bastards following them.
"First off," Olivia said as she headed for the stairs to the crib "Don't look back, it'll only slow you down and second," she grabbed his hand and put her last ounce of strength into running up the stairs "Run!"
The two of them reached the crib only feet ahead of the Furbies. Quickly Elliot shut the door behind them and locked it. He joined Olivia in moving one of the cots to barricade the door. Once they had finished Elliot collapsed into a seated position with his head in his hands. He looked up as he felt Olivia sit down beside him "What do we do now?" he asked defeated.
Olivia was exhausted. She had put everything into just reaching the crib and barricading the door. She was physically wiped "I have no idea," she answered honestly as she slid sideways onto the cot and lay still.
TBC
A/N: Is it still funny or did I just totally cross the line into creepy and wrong? LOL Ok so it was creepy and wrong from the beginning but… I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Its 4am and I'm going to bed. Please review.