Title: My boy Ben and Team Law & Order

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters obviously, but sorry if it's pants.

Notes:
 Another LOUK fic, this time a chapter one, on my view of how adorable little Ben meets all members of Team Law & Order. For FreekyDisaster18

Chapter 1: Ronnie Brooks

Summary: My boy Ben seemed to get to know everyone on our little team quicker than I did. It wasn't long before he knew Ronnie, Alesha or 'Lesha as he calls her, Jake, and of course DI Chandler and Head of CPS Henry Sharpe.

Ronnie, when Kath dropped Ben off in the middle of an enquiry and just handed him to me. Ben had put his arms around me resting his head on my shoulder, Ronnie went down to sort out the Roland Hextor business. I placed Ben on my chair and laughed as he tried to twirl it like I do. It must be programmed in everyone to want to do that. I slipped on my jacket, and ruffled Ben's hair. Ronnie came back up, complaining that West Ham had lost, and that he wished people just would tell him scores sometimes.

'Hello sunshine' Ronnie said to Ben who smiled shyly 'You've got him, then?' and I nodded. Ronnie crouched down next to the chair 'What's your name then?'

'Ben'

'Nice to meet you Ben, I'm Ronnie'

'Hello Ronnie' and Ben gave a small wave, still incredibly shy, and I could see the little frown on his face as he tried to remember the name. I was like that as a kid, I hardly talked, and I guess he'll grow of out of it. Ben reached out and touched Ronnie's glasses.

'Ben, mate'

'It's okay Sam, kids love to play with bits and bobs' and Ronnie took them off, placing them on Ben, who faced me.

'Brilliant, he looks like an old man' I commented in jest, but Ben did look cute, even though they glasses were way too big for his face and dangled a bit off his ears.

'Cheek, here we go' and Ronnie carefully took them off, knowing that wearing someone else's glasses alters your vision ever so slightly. I picked Ben up from the chair, and balanced him in my arms.

'You hungry, mate?' I asked and he nodded, on hand going to grip my tie. 'So am I. Come on Ronnie'

'You cooking me dinner an all Sam?'

'No chance, your walking with us to the car'

'Tell you what, can you hold 'em for me, kiddo?' Ronnie asked, holding them out folded, to Ben. Ben looked at me for permission, and then slowly nodded. He clutched onto them with one hand, and nuzzled in my shoulder again.

'If he drops 'em-'

'He won't' Ronnie said steadily, and I decided to take his word for it. We got down to the car park and to my car, I put Ben down on the gravel. I unlocked the car, and I saw Ronnie do the same to his parked to the left. I was fiddling with the child car seat, when Ben pulled hard on my jacket. I swivelled, nearly banging my head on the car roof in the process. He held out Ronnie's glasses. I checked the car park was clear, which it was as everyone had clocked off who needed to.

'Go, run and give them back to him, yeah' and Ben smiled nodding, meaning he knew he was doing something good, and toddled around my car. I watched with a smile, as Ben went up to Ronnie's still open car door, and tapped on Ronnie's trench-coat – less forcefully than he hand on mine mind. Ronnie's realisation as he padded his pocket and the roll of his eyes was comical. The grin on Ronnie's face was genuine, and he ruffled Ben's hair, saying a 'Thank you, sunshine' that echoed in the car park. Offering a brief hug, which Ben did, Ronnie pointed Ben back to me and as Ben jogged back around the car Ronnie called his goodnight to me.

'Later Ronnie'

On the drive back to my place, Ben said 'Uncle Ronnie's funny' and I laughed.

'Yeah he is'