A/N: glad to hear that you guys are enjoying this!! Your reviews are what keeps me going. Seriously, it is. And as for some of you, the guesses that you made on the reviews may or may not be coming true…anyway, here's chapter 6!!!

Christmas Dance

Disclaimer: -sighs- still not mine…

Chapter 6

Three days later, Olivia was cleared to go home. Dr. McKinley told her that she had to stay on desk duty for at least another week though, just to be safe.

" Don't worry. Between you and my Captain, the only thing I'll be doing is paperwork." Olivia had scoffed. Cragen had given Fin the day off, so he and Olivia had spent the afternoon in her apartment, watching movies and sleeping. It had been a long week for the both of them, and as Fin lay in bed with Olivia fast asleep in his arms, he was glad that she was ok, and that she still had her memory. He realized that the Annual Police Commissioner's Christmas Dance was on Friday night, and hoped that Olivia would be up to going. After making sure that she was sound asleep, Fin crept out of bed to make a phone call.

" Hey Elliot, it's Fin. Listen, I need your help with something…"

The next day, Olivia was back at work. Unfortunately, under both Dr. McKinley's and Cragen's orders, she was stuck on desk duty for another week.

" Hey Liv! Glad to have you back! Now I've finally got someone to do my paperwork for me!" Elliot joked as he came over and hugged her.

" Yeah, yeah. You're lucky I like you Stabler. I'm stuck on ass duty for another week." Olivia grumbled good-naturedly.

" Hey Olivia, want to do my paperwork for me too?" Munch asked hopefully. Olivia snorted.

" In your dreams and my nightmares John. I'm only doing his," Olivia jerked her thumb in Elliot's direction, "because he did mine while I was out of it."

" Aw, poor wittle Munchkin can't even get Olivia to do his paperwork." Fin mocked. John stared at him in astonishment, then back at Olivia.

" You're doing his too?!" Liv laughed.

" Yeah, but that's just 'cause he's cute, and puts on a very good puppy dog face. Besides, I'm only doing half of his." John pretended to pout, when Cragen came out of his office, with a piece of licorice in hand.

" Ok you guys, now I know you're all gonna hate me, but you all know that the Annual Police Commissioner's Christmas Dance is tomorrow night. And according to this letter that I got from the head honchos, we're all required to go. Yes Casey, that means you too." Don said, as the blonde ADA walked into the room.

" Who, me? Why do I have to go?" she asked, going over to sit on John's desk. Don sighed.

" Because you either get to hear it from me, who will kindly remind you that you are required to go, or you can hear it from Arthur Branch, who will not so kindly tell you that you are being forced to go against your will." He said, chewing on his licorice. Casey nodded.

"Oh. That's why." She smiled and moved from sitting on John's desk, to sitting in his lap, with his arm around her waist. Fin, Elliot, and Olivia all looked at each other as if to say when did that happen?

" Which is why, " Don continued, ignoring the love looks John and Casey were passing back and forth to each other, " I'm giving you all the afternoon off to do whatever kind of shopping is required." At that, Olivia and Casey both jumped up, and got the same idea: dress shopping!

" So, go have fun, and I'll call if anything comes up." Cragen said. He had barely finished his sentence when Casey and Olivia were out the door, arm in arm, talking about what they were going to wear.

" Hey Elliot, you want to help me with that thing?" Fin asked, watching the girls leave.

" Huh? Oh yeah, let's go." Elliot said, following Fin out the door.

" What was that about?" John asked, looking at Cragen. Don just shrugged, and went back to his office to eat some more licorice.

So, I know it was a short chapter, but I realized that typing up the really long chapters made me annoyed. I should have chapter 7 finished by the end of the week, if not sooner, so don't worry! Oh, and thanks to my friend Elise (Flying-High-9020) for the moral support of being an SVU freak. You know how we roll.

Nell