Author´s note: English ain´t my mother language, but I´ve already wrote in English, so if there´s any mistakes, it´s all my fault.
unbetaed.
Disclaimer: Law & Order´s characters belongs to Dick Wolf. I´m just having some fun with them!
Routine.
Jack McCoy lived in a routine.
He would wake up everyday by 7h30. No matter what happened, or at what time he´d went to bed at the prior night, he´d always got up at that hour. So, he would make himself a lazy, bitter and strong coffee, that would actually wake him up.
A white, sleeveless t-shirt, a blue well-ironed shirt, a matching tie and the black suit would be always waiting for him at the couch.
He would then, take his helmet, his case and his leather jacket, ride over his bike and head to Hogan´s place, remembering to stop at the newsstand, to buy his The New York Post´s copy.
After a long day of hard working, Jack would probably join Mike and Connie at the bar next to the office, or sit in his couch with them to drink a shot of his pure Scotch and relax.
Everybody knew by heart Jack´s routine.
But nobody knew his weekend routine.
At saturday, he would watch The Mets at tv, or at the stadium, with Mike as his buddy.
Sunday was the day he would not meet any of the guys who he worked with. Sunday was special to him.
Not that Jack McCoy was a fervorous Christian, no. His Irish Presbeterian roots never allowed him to be that Christian, but he did believed in God so, he would wake up early at Sunday and go to church. God´s words helped him to deal with all the violence and all the loneliness he lived with.
But his routine would never be complete if he wouldn´t go to see her.
He would buy a little vase of red roses and walk across the cemetery, heading to her grave.
He would throw away the old roses, placing the new ones beside her name at the stone, take the grass around it and read, for the umpteenth time the words craved at it.
Claire Kincaid - November, 25, 1968 - March, 22, 1997.
Beloved daughter and accomplished attorney.
- Claire, I know it has being a long time, but I just can´t help myself. I still love you.
He would then get up and leave, knowing that finally, his routine was fullfilled.
The End.