Bang, Bang, You're Dead!!!
I know I owe a chapter of Close to Home (which is now on my new computer...) but I realised I had a 'Complete' folder in my SVU fics folder and found this. I thought it was cute, so I'm posting it. I'm pretty sure it was a prompt fic by my good friend Kate. Casey with a gun. So lo and behold here this is... Enjoy guys :)
“Freeze!!” Casey Novak yelled at the top of her lungs. She had the gun drawn and aimed ready to shoot at Elliot Stabler. Elliot looked back to see Casey in her place with the gun and ran faster, further away from the little redhead.
Casey’s eyebrows narrowed as she looked over to Olivia and lowered her gun slowly, taking off after Elliot. “Elliot!” She screamed. “I told you to freeze! You’re supposed to freeze!” She whined.
Ten year old Elliot Stabler turned around and started running backward, looking behind him every so often so that he would not trip over and hurt himself. “No!” He turned around and started running again.
“If you don’t freeze Elliot Stabler, you’re going to be sorry!” Six year old Casey yelled after him, drawing the toy gun again.
“Oh yeah?” He threw over his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Olivia Benson answered as she stepped directly into Elliot’s path with her toy gun aimed right at his chest, causing him to stop dead in his tracks and nearly falling over.
Casey smiled at Olivia as she made her way over to them both.
Elliot frowned and looked back to the picnic tables where they started off, to where they were now standing by the swings, twenty feet away. He looked at the other ten year old with the big grin spread across her face. “How did you catch up with me?”
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just faster than you,” she said nonchalantly.
“No you’re not,” he mumbled.
“Am too!” Olivia shouted.
“Am not!!”
“Let’s have a race then,” Olivia suggested, sticking her chest out.
Casey’s face fell. “But we were playing cops and robbers.” Casey began kicking at the dirt, scuffing the toes of her shoes.
“And I don’t wanna race anyway,” Elliot said. “I don’t want to have to see you cry when I beat you,” he added with a smirk. Casey hid her giggles behind her hands.
Olivia glared at Casey before giving Elliot a smug look. “You don’t wanna race me cause you don’t wanna lose. Even though you’re losing this game already.”
“Am not!” He yelled.
“Are too!” Both Casey and Olivia yelled back.
“Am not!”
Casey pulled out her toy gun again, aiming it Elliot’s chest. “BANG!! BANG!! You’re dead you bad guy!”
“Now you lose,” Olivia said with a toothy grin.
“Freeze!!” Casey Novak yelled at the top of her lungs. She had the gun drawn and aimed ready to shoot at Elliot Stabler. Elliot looked back to see Casey in her place with the gun and ran faster, further away from the little redhead.
Casey’s eyebrows narrowed as she looked over to Olivia and lowered her gun slowly, taking off after Elliot. “Elliot!” She screamed. “I told you to freeze! You’re supposed to freeze!” She whined.
Ten year old Elliot Stabler turned around and started running backward, looking behind him every so often so that he would not trip over and hurt himself. “No!” He turned around and started running again.
“If you don’t freeze Elliot Stabler, you’re going to be sorry!” Six year old Casey yelled after him, drawing the toy gun again.
“Oh yeah?” He threw over his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Olivia Benson answered as she stepped directly into Elliot’s path with her toy gun aimed right at his chest, causing him to stop dead in his tracks and nearly falling over.
Casey smiled at Olivia as she made her way over to them both.
Elliot frowned and looked back to the picnic tables where they started off, to where they were now standing by the swings, twenty feet away. He looked at the other ten year old with the big grin spread across her face. “How did you catch up with me?”
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just faster than you,” she said nonchalantly.
“No you’re not,” he mumbled.
“Am too!” Olivia shouted.
“Am not!!”
“Let’s have a race then,” Olivia suggested, sticking her chest out.
Casey’s face fell. “But we were playing cops and robbers.” Casey began kicking at the dirt, scuffing the toes of her shoes.
“And I don’t wanna race anyway,” Elliot said. “I don’t want to have to see you cry when I beat you,” he added with a smirk. Casey hid her giggles behind her hands.
Olivia glared at Casey before giving Elliot a smug look. “You don’t wanna race me cause you don’t wanna lose. Even though you’re losing this game already.”
“Am not!” He yelled.
“Are too!” Both Casey and Olivia yelled back.
“Am not!”
Casey pulled out her toy gun again, aiming it Elliot’s chest. “BANG!! BANG!! You’re dead you bad guy!”
“Now you lose,” Olivia said with a toothy grin.