A/N's: Just a random chat between Connie and Jack shortly after Jack is made District Attorney.
"Have you ever been in love, Jack?" Connie asked.
"That's a peculiar question," Jack said.
"Well?"
"What's this about?" Jack asked.
"Will you just answer the question?"
"Fine," Jack said. "Yes. But if you're asking for advice, I'm one of the worst people to be talking to."
"Why do you say that?" Connie asked. "You just said you've been in love."
"I have, but I've got some track record," Jack said. "Divorced twice, and one of my exes went to jail."
"Jail?" Connie asked. "What for?"
"Hiding evidence," Jack said. Seeing Connie's confused look, he continued, "She was my assistant. She hid key evidence in a case that led to the conviction of an innocent man. I got a promotion because of that conviction."
"And you didn't have anything to do with it?" Connie asked doubtfully.
"Do you think I would break the law to win a case?" Jack asked.
"Jack, you forget that I worked with you before you were made District Attorney," Connie reminded him.
"I never did anything illegal," Jack protested.
"You came dangerously close."
"Coming close to the line and crossing it are two completely different things," Jack said. "So are you going to tell me what this is about, or keep me in the dark?"
"I was just curious," Connie said. "It seems like all we talk about anymore are cases."
"It's called work," Jack retorted and shuffled through some papers on his cluttered desk. "You haven't seen a yellow piece of paper on here, have you?" Connie pushed a few papers aside to reveal a sheet of yellow paper. She held it up.
"This it?" she asked. He grabbed the paper, looked at it, and nodded. "What is it?"
"A letter."
"From who?"
"Well someone's curious today," Jack said with mock disapproval.
"Just trying to make conversation," Connie retorted. "Would you prefer I leave?"
"No, it's fine," Jack said.
"Well," Connie pressed. "Who's it from?"
"Old friend," Jack said and stuffed the letter into a drawer of his desk.
"You know," Connie said, "for being the District Attorney, you're very unorganized."
"Still getting used to my new office," Jack replied. After a moment, he asked, "Shouldn't you be working or something?"
"Are you kicking me out?"
"Just curious as to why you're here talking to me instead of doing your job," Jack said.
"You aren't working either," Connie pointed out.
"Touché." Connie smiled. "So, how's the Franklin case going?"
"Here we go again," she said.
"What?"
"Talking about work," Connie said. "Is that the only thing you can talk about?"
"One of the very few," Jack answered. "Why do you think that they made me District Attorney? It certainly wasn't because I'm likable." "Point taken."
"You weren't supposed to agree to that!" Jack said.
"Do you want me to lie next time?"
"That would be preferable," Jack said as the phone started ringing. "Excuse me," he said.
"It was nice talking to you Jack," Connie said. He smiled as he picked up the phone.