Post by hotcop on Feb 21, 2006 21:51:36 GMT -5
Title: Happy Halloween
Author: hotcop
Email: tawilove@yahoo.fr
Permission to archive: No problems just ask me first
[b]Fandom(s): SVU
Genre:[/b] slash
Pairing/Characters: Casey/Olivia Elliot/Kathy Fin/Finaddict Munch/Munchkin
Rating: I’d say T just to be sure
Summary: Halloween is a time of magic and fun for the squad. What will happen when someone makes a wish to keep it that way? It’s a quirky fic, and once again a spell will help things along!
Warnings: supernatural helps a little but otherwise it’s all SVUverse!
Disclaimer: SVU, its characters, storylines, etc. do not belong to me but to D. Wolf and Co.
Thoughts are in italics!
Note 1: In this fic I will pair two of our distinguished members, Finaddict and Munchkin, with their favourite detectives. I hope you’ll like this story ladies and thanks for playing along with this idea.
Note 2: The prologue is a bit darker than the rest of the fic. I just wanted to show them in an investigation context, before letting the fun take control! Just for contrast sake!
Prologue
The weather was getting colder and they could feel it through the material of their ‘Police’ jackets. Soon winter coats would become their uniforms and a stake out like this, hell on earth.
They had been waiting for the suspects to show their faces for at least two hours. One of Fin’s old informants that he knew from his time in the Narcotics had given them a lead on their latest case. A gang of local drug dealers that were using homeless children to deliver their “packages” around the town, unnoticed. The SVU squad had been involved when the lifeless bodies of tow young boys had been discovered in Central Park. The detectives had quickly come to the conclusion, with the help of Warner and the CSU team, that those children had in fact been used as mules and had probably been killed by a desperate junkie or merciless rivals.
Working along with the Narcotics had been one hell of a battle, but thanks to Cragen’s good relationship with their actual captain, collaboration had been possible.
So now, four detectives from the SVU and three from the Narcotics were posted on the docks, watching over an apparently abandoned warehouse.
“God where are they, I’m freezing here” commented Munch as he rubbed his hands together.
“They will come” assured his partner “those guys never keep on the schedules, they are too suspicious for that” he knew how they functioned, he was not worried…yet.
“Hey! Starsky & Hutch! Something happening where you are?” Elliot quipped through the radio.
“No Lacey, nothing yet and you” Munch retorted deadpan.
They had started this little name game months ago during a ‘let’s-unwind-after-a-tough-case’ night at Mahoney’s. At first Elliot had been irritated to say the least; he didn’t like being compared to a TV show female detective. He had nothing against her, really nothing, but his male pride wasn’t that easily tamed. After a while though, he had relented secretly enjoying the new found easy banters he was starting to share with his colleagues. His only complain had been to ask why he had to be Lacey; Olivia had of course been quick to point out that ‘he’ was the one married with kids, effectively nipping the argument in the bud.
“Nothing either, I hope those guys show up at all”
“Well I trust my partner’s intuition on this one, so for now let’s freeze a bit more” concluded a partially disgruntled Munch.
“Ok Starsky”
“God you’re terrible you know that” commented a giggling Olivia.
“What?” asked Elliot innocently. He was well aware that this little game was getting on his partner’s nerves as much as it amused her. She very seldom participated but he knew she wasn’t as upset as she let it show; of course she wasn’t ready to admit it just yet.
“You know what… ‘Lacey’” she emphasized with a persistent chuckle. Truth to be told she enjoyed their funny conversations, it was better than moping around in silence in the cold night air.
“Killjoy” he mock pouted.
“Smartass” she smirked at his antics. Focusing back on the mission at end she squinted at the dark alley leading to the warehouse. No movements, nothing. And as she was starting to feel more and more dejected by the minute, the voice of an over-excited Detective Johnson echoed through the radio.
“A car! at four o’clock, they’re coming your way Fin” Carl Johnson and Fin Tutuola had worked together many times when the now SVU detective was still in the Narcotics. They had become friends through the years and had never broken contact.
“Thanks Carl I can see it now! Elliot, Olivia what’s up with you guys?”
“We have a visual here” confirmed Olivia.
“Ok, everyone, keep your positions for now” ordered Captain Nielsen from the Narcotics. A succession of “Roger” echoed through the radios, as the group of detectives prepared themselves for an imminent intervention.
“Can you see how many of them are in the car” inquired Elliot.
“No it’s too dark out there, but they are at least two in the front, that much I can see” replied Olivia as she once again refocused her binoculars. “Gosh, if we were in the FBI we would have those heat-detector gizmos, you know like in the movies. That way I could be sure of the number of perps we’re dealing with! Bad pun sorry!”
“Well I think we might be a little understaffed now partner” he announced gravely as he went for his radio.
“Munch! Do you see what I see?” no more joking this time, he was dead serious as he stared at the front of the red brick building.
“Yes I’m afraid” was the equally worried answer.
In addition to three suspects that were actually going out from a dark green sedan, a group of four men stepped out of the now open warehouse double doors.
“Where did they come from?” wondered a bewildered Olivia. Those men had appeared out of nowhere and it seemed that the only explanation was that they had been waiting in the building for a while. “They must have been there even before we positioned for the stake out” she concluded thoughtfully.
“Yes probably, we’re lucky we arrived from the other side, else the whole operation could have been compromised.”
“So what do we do now?”
“I don’t know” he was a bit lost here, Fin’s informant had mentioned three men, maximum four but they were seven now and probably armed to the teeth. “Let’s ask Nielsen” he proposed.
“Hey Captain, what’s the program?”
“Well, we know most of them” the detectives from the Narcotics were the ones posted closest to the building so they could identified the perps more easily “the four guys that were inside are mostly hired hands, we think that they were here to protect what’s inside. The one that was in the back of the sedan is Marcus Tierney; we suspect he’s the leader of the gang. The driver is his right hand, Mickey Hansen. The other one probably a body guard.” He was assessing the situation with care, his responsibility was big on this intervention, and he didn’t want to risk his men’s lives for lack of judgement. “I called the precinct for back up, we cannot go now it’s too dangerous, I suggest we stay put and wait for reinforcements.”
“But Captain, they’re not gonna wait forever for us to regroup” protested Fin anxiously.
“I know Detective, but I don’t want to take the risk and see this operation end up in a bloody blunder, do you understand” as he heard a defeated sigh on the other side of the line he placated “I’m as frustrated as you, if not more but it’s not Halloween yet so there will be no horror tonight! Ok?” he hoped the tinge of humor in his speech would help a little to release the tension.
A timid “Ok” echoed on the air and he let go of a breath he had been holding.
“Good let’s observe guys, that’s all we can do for now”.
Twenty minutes later, and with a big bucket of luck, the suspects were still in the middle of what looked like a negotiation in front of the eerie looking warehouse. They seemed rather agitated as one of the four ‘hired hands’ was apparently protesting animatedly. Time was running short and Fin hoped for this situation not to get rapidly out of hand.
“The back up is here guys” announced Johnson to the group. “There are two patrol cars at the south entrance and two at the north. The SWAT team is on its way; they’re coming by foot and will be here in two minutes.”
“Roger” confirmed Munch and Elliot at the same time.
“Be ready to go people” ordered Nielsen.
The SVU detectives were ready, guns in hands, bullet-proof vests secured, they waited for the signal to join the fray.
Suddenly a series of bangs echoed in the distance and the raged voice of the Captain cried out a succession of “Go! Go! Go!” Everything happened in a blur as the SWAT unit fired from all angles at the gun machines wearing dealers. Olivia and Elliot ran to the front door protected by a screen of artificial fog as Fin and Munch did the same from the other side. Securing the entrance the partners spotted two of the hired man inside, apparently trying to escape by a small back door.
“Munch the back door, two perps on your right” shouted Olivia over the ambient cacophony.
“We’ve got them” assured Fin as they rounded up on the suspects.
“Liv look” exclaimed Elliot as he pointed towards another metallic door at left side of the shed. “Let’s go and check that out” he suggested.
“Ok, I’ve got your back” she assured. They progressed quickly between the huge wooden boxes scattered all around the place and reached the door with trepidation. Positioning themselves on both sides of the entrance, they counted to three and Olivia shot in the imposing padlock. Elliot opened the door in a swift movement and they both stepped in the room, guns in front of them announcing loudly “Police, freeze!”
The sight before them was nothing they had been prepared for. At least fifteen children from 10 to 16 or so where bundled up in the dark small room, terrified to death, trembling for their lives.
“Oh my God” exclaimed Elliot horrified. Putting back their guns in their holsters the detectives approached the children with care.
“Don’t worry kids, we’re with the police” reassured Olivia “we’re not gonna hurt you”.
“Everything will be alright now, we’re taking you out of here” completed Elliot as he felt his eyes watering up.
“They’re all under control” informed Fin as he approached from the entrance of the dark cell. “Oh my God” he said echoing Elliot’s earlier words.
“Thanks Fin” replied Olivia as she kneeled in front of a crying boy. “Hey what’s your name sweetie?” she prodded softly.
“Anton” he sniffed.
“Well, Anton, I’m Olivia and I’m a detective” she explained patiently showing her shield for emphasis “and the men here” she added gesturing towards Elliot and Fin “are also detectives, we are going to take you out of this place and bring you somewhere safe and warm, ok!”
Meanwhile Munch and Carl Johnson had arrived by the door, realizing with undisguised horror what had been the precious cargo so fiercely protected by those relentless dealers. Later they would find out that the suspects had been planning on sending their ‘mules’ to another destination via a cargo boat departing in the morning for some harbour in Florida. But as the SVU squad led the shaken boys out of the warehouse they looked at each other, silently communicating the thoughts they all shared in secret.
Tomorrow will be Halloween, a day for innocence and celebration, a day for sweets and pointy hats witches, a day when this kind of horror is not on the menu.
To Be Continued
Author: hotcop
Email: tawilove@yahoo.fr
Permission to archive: No problems just ask me first
[b]Fandom(s): SVU
Genre:[/b] slash
Pairing/Characters: Casey/Olivia Elliot/Kathy Fin/Finaddict Munch/Munchkin
Rating: I’d say T just to be sure
Summary: Halloween is a time of magic and fun for the squad. What will happen when someone makes a wish to keep it that way? It’s a quirky fic, and once again a spell will help things along!
Warnings: supernatural helps a little but otherwise it’s all SVUverse!
Disclaimer: SVU, its characters, storylines, etc. do not belong to me but to D. Wolf and Co.
Thoughts are in italics!
Note 1: In this fic I will pair two of our distinguished members, Finaddict and Munchkin, with their favourite detectives. I hope you’ll like this story ladies and thanks for playing along with this idea.
Note 2: The prologue is a bit darker than the rest of the fic. I just wanted to show them in an investigation context, before letting the fun take control! Just for contrast sake!
Prologue
The weather was getting colder and they could feel it through the material of their ‘Police’ jackets. Soon winter coats would become their uniforms and a stake out like this, hell on earth.
They had been waiting for the suspects to show their faces for at least two hours. One of Fin’s old informants that he knew from his time in the Narcotics had given them a lead on their latest case. A gang of local drug dealers that were using homeless children to deliver their “packages” around the town, unnoticed. The SVU squad had been involved when the lifeless bodies of tow young boys had been discovered in Central Park. The detectives had quickly come to the conclusion, with the help of Warner and the CSU team, that those children had in fact been used as mules and had probably been killed by a desperate junkie or merciless rivals.
Working along with the Narcotics had been one hell of a battle, but thanks to Cragen’s good relationship with their actual captain, collaboration had been possible.
So now, four detectives from the SVU and three from the Narcotics were posted on the docks, watching over an apparently abandoned warehouse.
“God where are they, I’m freezing here” commented Munch as he rubbed his hands together.
“They will come” assured his partner “those guys never keep on the schedules, they are too suspicious for that” he knew how they functioned, he was not worried…yet.
“Hey! Starsky & Hutch! Something happening where you are?” Elliot quipped through the radio.
“No Lacey, nothing yet and you” Munch retorted deadpan.
They had started this little name game months ago during a ‘let’s-unwind-after-a-tough-case’ night at Mahoney’s. At first Elliot had been irritated to say the least; he didn’t like being compared to a TV show female detective. He had nothing against her, really nothing, but his male pride wasn’t that easily tamed. After a while though, he had relented secretly enjoying the new found easy banters he was starting to share with his colleagues. His only complain had been to ask why he had to be Lacey; Olivia had of course been quick to point out that ‘he’ was the one married with kids, effectively nipping the argument in the bud.
“Nothing either, I hope those guys show up at all”
“Well I trust my partner’s intuition on this one, so for now let’s freeze a bit more” concluded a partially disgruntled Munch.
“Ok Starsky”
“God you’re terrible you know that” commented a giggling Olivia.
“What?” asked Elliot innocently. He was well aware that this little game was getting on his partner’s nerves as much as it amused her. She very seldom participated but he knew she wasn’t as upset as she let it show; of course she wasn’t ready to admit it just yet.
“You know what… ‘Lacey’” she emphasized with a persistent chuckle. Truth to be told she enjoyed their funny conversations, it was better than moping around in silence in the cold night air.
“Killjoy” he mock pouted.
“Smartass” she smirked at his antics. Focusing back on the mission at end she squinted at the dark alley leading to the warehouse. No movements, nothing. And as she was starting to feel more and more dejected by the minute, the voice of an over-excited Detective Johnson echoed through the radio.
“A car! at four o’clock, they’re coming your way Fin” Carl Johnson and Fin Tutuola had worked together many times when the now SVU detective was still in the Narcotics. They had become friends through the years and had never broken contact.
“Thanks Carl I can see it now! Elliot, Olivia what’s up with you guys?”
“We have a visual here” confirmed Olivia.
“Ok, everyone, keep your positions for now” ordered Captain Nielsen from the Narcotics. A succession of “Roger” echoed through the radios, as the group of detectives prepared themselves for an imminent intervention.
“Can you see how many of them are in the car” inquired Elliot.
“No it’s too dark out there, but they are at least two in the front, that much I can see” replied Olivia as she once again refocused her binoculars. “Gosh, if we were in the FBI we would have those heat-detector gizmos, you know like in the movies. That way I could be sure of the number of perps we’re dealing with! Bad pun sorry!”
“Well I think we might be a little understaffed now partner” he announced gravely as he went for his radio.
“Munch! Do you see what I see?” no more joking this time, he was dead serious as he stared at the front of the red brick building.
“Yes I’m afraid” was the equally worried answer.
In addition to three suspects that were actually going out from a dark green sedan, a group of four men stepped out of the now open warehouse double doors.
“Where did they come from?” wondered a bewildered Olivia. Those men had appeared out of nowhere and it seemed that the only explanation was that they had been waiting in the building for a while. “They must have been there even before we positioned for the stake out” she concluded thoughtfully.
“Yes probably, we’re lucky we arrived from the other side, else the whole operation could have been compromised.”
“So what do we do now?”
“I don’t know” he was a bit lost here, Fin’s informant had mentioned three men, maximum four but they were seven now and probably armed to the teeth. “Let’s ask Nielsen” he proposed.
“Hey Captain, what’s the program?”
“Well, we know most of them” the detectives from the Narcotics were the ones posted closest to the building so they could identified the perps more easily “the four guys that were inside are mostly hired hands, we think that they were here to protect what’s inside. The one that was in the back of the sedan is Marcus Tierney; we suspect he’s the leader of the gang. The driver is his right hand, Mickey Hansen. The other one probably a body guard.” He was assessing the situation with care, his responsibility was big on this intervention, and he didn’t want to risk his men’s lives for lack of judgement. “I called the precinct for back up, we cannot go now it’s too dangerous, I suggest we stay put and wait for reinforcements.”
“But Captain, they’re not gonna wait forever for us to regroup” protested Fin anxiously.
“I know Detective, but I don’t want to take the risk and see this operation end up in a bloody blunder, do you understand” as he heard a defeated sigh on the other side of the line he placated “I’m as frustrated as you, if not more but it’s not Halloween yet so there will be no horror tonight! Ok?” he hoped the tinge of humor in his speech would help a little to release the tension.
A timid “Ok” echoed on the air and he let go of a breath he had been holding.
“Good let’s observe guys, that’s all we can do for now”.
Twenty minutes later, and with a big bucket of luck, the suspects were still in the middle of what looked like a negotiation in front of the eerie looking warehouse. They seemed rather agitated as one of the four ‘hired hands’ was apparently protesting animatedly. Time was running short and Fin hoped for this situation not to get rapidly out of hand.
“The back up is here guys” announced Johnson to the group. “There are two patrol cars at the south entrance and two at the north. The SWAT team is on its way; they’re coming by foot and will be here in two minutes.”
“Roger” confirmed Munch and Elliot at the same time.
“Be ready to go people” ordered Nielsen.
The SVU detectives were ready, guns in hands, bullet-proof vests secured, they waited for the signal to join the fray.
Suddenly a series of bangs echoed in the distance and the raged voice of the Captain cried out a succession of “Go! Go! Go!” Everything happened in a blur as the SWAT unit fired from all angles at the gun machines wearing dealers. Olivia and Elliot ran to the front door protected by a screen of artificial fog as Fin and Munch did the same from the other side. Securing the entrance the partners spotted two of the hired man inside, apparently trying to escape by a small back door.
“Munch the back door, two perps on your right” shouted Olivia over the ambient cacophony.
“We’ve got them” assured Fin as they rounded up on the suspects.
“Liv look” exclaimed Elliot as he pointed towards another metallic door at left side of the shed. “Let’s go and check that out” he suggested.
“Ok, I’ve got your back” she assured. They progressed quickly between the huge wooden boxes scattered all around the place and reached the door with trepidation. Positioning themselves on both sides of the entrance, they counted to three and Olivia shot in the imposing padlock. Elliot opened the door in a swift movement and they both stepped in the room, guns in front of them announcing loudly “Police, freeze!”
The sight before them was nothing they had been prepared for. At least fifteen children from 10 to 16 or so where bundled up in the dark small room, terrified to death, trembling for their lives.
“Oh my God” exclaimed Elliot horrified. Putting back their guns in their holsters the detectives approached the children with care.
“Don’t worry kids, we’re with the police” reassured Olivia “we’re not gonna hurt you”.
“Everything will be alright now, we’re taking you out of here” completed Elliot as he felt his eyes watering up.
“They’re all under control” informed Fin as he approached from the entrance of the dark cell. “Oh my God” he said echoing Elliot’s earlier words.
“Thanks Fin” replied Olivia as she kneeled in front of a crying boy. “Hey what’s your name sweetie?” she prodded softly.
“Anton” he sniffed.
“Well, Anton, I’m Olivia and I’m a detective” she explained patiently showing her shield for emphasis “and the men here” she added gesturing towards Elliot and Fin “are also detectives, we are going to take you out of this place and bring you somewhere safe and warm, ok!”
Meanwhile Munch and Carl Johnson had arrived by the door, realizing with undisguised horror what had been the precious cargo so fiercely protected by those relentless dealers. Later they would find out that the suspects had been planning on sending their ‘mules’ to another destination via a cargo boat departing in the morning for some harbour in Florida. But as the SVU squad led the shaken boys out of the warehouse they looked at each other, silently communicating the thoughts they all shared in secret.
Tomorrow will be Halloween, a day for innocence and celebration, a day for sweets and pointy hats witches, a day when this kind of horror is not on the menu.
To Be Continued