"Two Broken Toys"
A Law and Order CI FanFic
Note: The characters related to L&O CI belong to Dick Wolf—I claim no copyright. Any other characters are of my own making.
Rating: PG-13
As Annie was coming in to the front door of her therapist's office, she hit a wall—a black, woolen wall of a coat that smelled like cologne she would later learn was Lauren's Polo Black. Her blue eyes followed the length of the wall up to the face, an act which caused her to crane her neck as she was only five-and-a-half feet tall and this man was huge... She was ready to mumble a " 'scuse me" when her breath was stolen by the most beautiful, intense brown eyes she had ever seen. She regained her ability to speak and softly said, "'scuse me, I'm very sorry," in her southern drawl, softened by years of living in other states.
"No, it's my fault; I wasn't watching where I was going." His crooked smile and curly hair only make his eyes more enticing. "I do that sometimes. Well, no, a lot of the time. Wait, you were going in, weren't you? I'm sorry; I'm keeping you from something." The big bear of a man stepped back and held the door, allowing her to enter.
"Nothing very important," she said, rolling her eyes, "just another $70 cup of coffee to talk about how I had a messed-up childhood and that's why I have commitment issues." She smiled sarcastically.
He chuckled. "Or how if you don't have something in your life to solve or fix then you don't have a life? Dr. Geisen, right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I just came from there. Mandatory sessions."
"Mandatory. Should I not be talking to you right now? Are you some kind of former ax murderer or something?"
"Not exactly. I'm a detective. I catch the axe murderers."
"Wow. No wonder you're seeing a shrink. That shit would mess Mother Theresa up."
He laughed out loud this time. "You know, you're very witty."
"Yeah, a regular Dorothy Parker, that's me."
"OOOh and cultured. I'm liking you more all the time."
"Well, Maybe I'd like you if I knew your name, big cop guy."
"Goren, Bobby Goren." He reached for her hand and shook it firmly but softly. "And you? Miss funny Southern Belle?
"Oh, I'm Annie Turner." She looked at her watch. "And I'm also late. Nice meeting you."
"You too," he said, smiling. "I'm sure we'll meet again."
She grinned. "You think so?"
"I hope so."
And with those words, she rushed into the building, leaving the scent of patchouli in the air and her words on his mind. Bobby smiled, descended the stairs, and headed to work.