Hey, everyone! This is a little Christmas update before I go on vacation Christmas day, Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Cause of Death does not belong to me. However, this week's episode was very cute, and I can't wait until next week for part two! I do own Olivia, though.

And to a bit of a nerd, yes, Olivia is named after Olivia Benson from SVU.

Tiny footsteps padded against the living room floor. It was Christmas day, and Olivia had recently learned to walk by holding onto one of her parents or a piece of furniture. She constantly grabbed onto things, often resulting in a mess to clean up.

Every time Mal or Natara turned around, Olivia would be trying to make her way towards her presents, and upon being seen, she would fall onto her rear end and smile innocently.

"Alright, Olivia, you can start opening now." Natara sat down on the couch next to Mal, and Olivia grinned widely and tackled the closest gift.

"Well, that was gentle," Mal commented. Olivia went to work, ripping the paper into shreds and throwing the scraps all about as she opened her present. It didn't take her long to get to the colorful ring toy inside. She smiled cheekily and grabbed another gift, the ribbon from the first hanging from her hair.

For the next several minutes, she wildly tore open her presents, red and green paper fluttering around the living room like deformed snowflakes. By the time she was finished, she had a stack of toys piled higher than she was tall, but she was much more interested in the paper, and sometime in her opening frenzy, Olivia had stuck a bow to her forehead.

"We could have just given her several tubes of wrapping paper to rip," Mal said as he watched Olivia roll in the paper she had scattered.

"She'll play with her toys once the paper's all gone." Natara eyed the living room. "Which may be a while…"

Olivia pulled herself to her feet and took several confident steps toward the tangled mess ribbons she had tossed to the side. Natara leaped for the video camera, which she always kept within arm's reach. Before she could record, Olivia ducked behind an empty box with an exaggerated shriek.

Natara groaned. "She always stops right when I grab the camera!"

"Hey, I wouldn't want someone following me with a camera all day…"

"Yeah, well, the things you do aren't nearly as cute." Olivia peered over the edge of the box and toddled to her parents, and Natara smirked as she caught several of the steps on camera. She lifted Olivia onto the couch, and removed a scrap of paper from Olivia's tangled hair.

Mal tried to peel the bow off of her forehead. Olivia wrinkled her nose in protest and covered her head with her hands.

"No!" she insisted, adding a new word to her incredibly small vocabulary.

"Fine, then. Taking something from you is more dangerous than taking a bone from a rabid Rottweiler."

"We'll get it when she goes down for a nap." Natara picked Olivia up and carried her into the kitchen to feed her. Olivia kept a protective hand over the bow she had claimed, stubbornly refusing to let it go.

The rest of the day passed on. Olivia played with her toys for a few minutes, but still took greater pleasure in the paper she had left in the floor. Natara groaned as she tried to slip Olivia's Christmas dress over her head.

"C'mon, put the paper down for a little bit. Your daddy was supposed to clean it up." Natara glared at Mal over Olivia's head. He shrugged casually and slipped into his jacket, watching in amusement as Natara finally wrestled the dress over the infant's head.

"You do know she'll just get cake all over it, don't you? Every time she eats, she gets more on her than in her."

"That's why I didn't put her in her best dress." They made their way to the car, and she strapped Olivia into her car seat. Olivia grabbed a nearby stuffed pony and hugged it.

"Why do you let her leave so much junk in your backseat? It looks like a pigsty."

"Last time I checked, Mal, your car was even worse!" she retorted. Mal scowled, but climbed into the car.

On the way to the precinct, Olivia grew bored with the toys in the backseat and started singing, a combination of her two word vocabulary and baby babble.

Natara stifled a laugh. "That one's gonna be popular."

"Yep. No, Ken; by Olivia Fallon."

They arrived shortly, and Olivia's eyes widened at the sight of the Christmas tree in the precinct. Her gaze traveled to the table of refreshments, and her little jaw dropped when she laid eyes upon the chocolate cake.

"Ken, I hope you're happy. Olivia's started singing about you," Mal growled. Ken smirked in amusement.

"How about I hear it?"

"No," Olivia said, still staring at the cake in awe. Mal snickered and set her down, allowing her to toddle her way to the table. Natara reached into the diaper bag for a bib, but scowled when she realized she had forgotten it.

"Olivia… try not to make a mess," she sighed, tucking a napkin into Olivia's collar. If Olivia heard her, she obviously ignored her as she dug into her cake, spilling crumbs all over Mal's desk and herself. The napkin somehow found its way to the floor, and by the time Olivia had finished, icing was all over her face and even in her hair.

"You should have just brought her in a diaper." Mal wiped the crumbs off of his desk.

"No, no," Olivia sang. She laughed in amusement as Kai tried to take a piece of cake from Amy's plate.

"Kai!" Amy yelled.

"Kai!" Olivia echoed.

Mal looked up in horror. "Oh, come on!"

Couldn't resist that one! :D Please review, and have a nice Christmas!