A/N: Finally another chapter! Thank you to a certian JO fanatic for nudging me to get this done (you know who you are.)

Christmas Cheer Chapter 4

" John, are we going in or not?"

Olivia and I have been watching the goings-on of the party, namely Finn's predictable pacing and the interactions of Stabler and Novak, (which Liv insists are "cute",) for the last 5 minutes.

"Yeah, of course. I want to see Stabler's jealousy rage." I joke, and Olivia waves her hand to the window we have been discreetly peering into.

"I think he's a bit preoccupied."

I roll my eyes. " Yeah, what is up with that? Him and...Novak? Did I miss something?"

Olivia lightly swats at my arm, and I try to pull off a wounded face. She tries to pull off her intimidating face, the only difference is, she succeeds.

"Hey! Be nice." She admonishes, and I laugh a bit.

" I am being nice!"

"Sure, John. Lets go in." Before I can respond, she yanks on my arm, yeah, she can definitely beat up Fin, and pulls me through the doors.No one notices us walk in at first. Olivia smiles sweetly at me, which makes me a bit suspicious, I admitBut when that smile slowly evolves into a smirk as she takes a step backward and swivels on her heel, heading towards none other than Fin himself, I understand immediately, and tail close behind, wanting to see the show. I stand only a few feet behind her, hoping Fin won't notice.

" Hi Fin." She gives him a slightly flirty smile, and I suppress a small bout of jealous discomfort. I relax as I watch Finn introduce his date, ( That's right, his date, he's not going to steal Liv, I remind my foolish self,) and the two women smile at each other briefly.

"So Olivia, where's your "mystery date"?Inquires Fin.

Bingo, the question we've all been waiting for. I bet he'll say something to incriminate himself even more if Liv just stalls a little bit. Liv, please stall a little bit.

"Well, uh..." Liv stalls.

Hey Liv, I didn't know you were telepathic, can you hear me right now?... Darn it, no response. Oh well.

" Uh? What do you mean, uh? call him over girl! Don't be embarrassed! He's gotta be more impressive than Munch's date! " Fin exclaimed.

Ah, there's the incriminating statement we've been waiting for. Cuff em Liv. Literally or figuratively, I don't care.

Olivia's eyes flash momentarily, and I smirk. "Um, well..." I decide to save Olivia more awkwardness, and walk the remaining steps towards them.

"Hey," I greet.

"Oh, hey Munch-kin!" Says Fin, as if he didn't expect me to show, and Liv gives me a look that quiet clearly reads "oh-my-god-I-am-so-calling-you-that-from-now-on."

Damn him and his stupid nicknames.

"Hey Fin."I say, and then turn to Olivia, " Hi Liv."

She says hi back, as if she just realized I am here. Good actor, that woman. I swing my arm over her shoulders.

"So, Munch. Where's your date?" Fin asks. Olivia opens her mouth and then quickly snaps it shut. Kind of like a fish. I muse. I then roll my eyes at my partner, thinking,

My, god. And this guy's supposed to be a detective? Even his date is looking at us knowingly!

Come on Fin, piece it together. Don't make us announce it.

Olivia looks at me in a very "secret FBI undercover way" as if to say, "ok, now!" and then glares at Fin.

" Desperate and Ugly chick, huh?!"

She actually sounds pretty angry, good work Liv. This is great. I laugh inwardly.

Casey, Elliot, and even Cragen, look up from what they were doing to watch the "argument" and Fin gets an "oh, crap" look on his face. He points at me, then at Liv, and before he has the chance to do it himself, she smacks him on the forehead. Not that hard, but still, that's got to smart. Olivia heads towards the squads table, where everyone is currently laughing their heads off at Fins expense, and I whisper teasingly in Fins ear "told you she could kick your butt." Fin still looks genuinely sorry, so I say. "Relax. She's not really angry, we planned to bust you." Fin nods, laughs at himself briefly, and we walk back to the table. As I sit down next to Olivia, I wrap my arm around her shoulders again. Cragen, Casey, Elliot, and even Fin, grin at us. I wince inwardly.

Here comes the slew of prying questions. Prepare yourself, Livvie, I think to myself.

Okay, Now I really wish she was telepathic.

TBC