I DO NOT OWN LAW & ORDER OR THE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO DICK WOLF AND NBC.
This story starts with Alexandra is Jack's ADA, Lennie is still with the 27th.
September 12th
Jack sat at his desk with the doors closed and sighed as he settled back, unbuttoned his collar, and loosened his tie. He turned the seat towards the window and watched the rain drench New York. The rain pelting the window lulled him into a dreamy sleep.
"Listen to me young man, you need to tell us what happened that day," the judge ordered the 17 year old boy who was on the witness stand.
"Hey!! You can't talk to my son like that buster!!" the man who was the boy's father yelled from the gallery.
"I can yell at whoever I want, now sit down and shut up or I'll throw you in jail." the judge replied
"Your honor this is improper. You didn't give the witness a chance to answer," Jack defended the boy.
"I agree with Mr. McCoy, your honor. This is unfair to the witness and my client," the defense attorney argued.
"Your client is a guilty boob and I'm throwing the man in the gallery in jail, both you counselors, and the boy."
Jack and the lawyer turned to look at each other with shocked expressions at the judge's comment.
"Your honor, I am appealing your decision," the lawyer told him.
"Well, whatever, officers, arrest the father, the counselors and the witness please."
A few hours later the judge's ruling was overturned by a higher court stating the judge overstepped his bounds.
"Arthur, I want you to ask this judge to step down!" Jack yelled in his boss' office.
"Excuse me! No, I will not," Arthur stood and replied at his desk.
"Why not!! He's a moron!!" Jack yelled, and filled with anger.
"Jack, you're fired!!" he yelled back.
"What?" Jack said softly then fainted.
"Jack. Jack." Jack twitched slightly, ticking his head to the side.
Jack heard a voice calling him; he waved him off but the voice continued, then he felt two hands shaking him lightly.
"What?" Jack asked thoughtlessly thinking he was still dreaming.
"Jack, wake up," the voice said.
Jack woke up, listening to the rain still hitting the window while Arthur stood nearby waking him.
"Hi, I guess I just nodded off watching the rain," Jack smiled.
"I saw your door open, noticed the light on and went to check to see if you were still here."
"Thanks. I guess I'll start heading home now since it isn't raining so hard," Jack said after he got up and both men walked to the door.
Sept. 16th—7am
The air conditioner came on since it was a very hot morning Jack turned; over when he heard his alarm clock go off. He slammed his hand on the button to turn it off.
"Ow!! Why do I always do that?" Jack asked himself then shook his hand to rid himself of the slight pain.
12pm—
Jack left the office for lunch then came back to work on some more interviews with witnesses. A while later Arthur came into Jack's office and sat on the chair in front of his desk.
"Jack, I need you to take a trip to Chicago."
"What? Chicago? Why?" Jack asked stunned but he really didn't want to go.
"Because a witness needs to be talked to and you are the only one available."
"Arthur, why don't you let the second chair do it who is working in the case," Jack questioned that idea.
"Because he is busy with his case as well as his second chair and I want you to go since you are not busy with any cases," he told his right hand man.
"Okay, when does the plane leave?"
"Tonight," Arthur said then he left and Alexandra came in. She saw Jack seated in his chair when Jack gave an annoyed look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm going to Chicago to talk to a witness into coming to New York to testify and I don't particularly want to go. I'll see you in a few days," Jack told her then grabbed his bag and left for home to pack.
In Chicago—
Jack arrived at his boyhood home where his mother, Mary still lived. He rang the doorbell; moments later she opened the door and welcomed her son home with a big hug. Jack was happy to surprise his mom when he came home as she looked really excited when she answered the door and they both hugged. Jack hadn't been home since his father died after graduated law school; Mary was really happy to have her son home and wished he could move back to Chicago but never said anything since she wanted him to be happy.
They sat on the couch and talked then later Mary went to her room to go to bed; Jack went to his room but had a hard time sleeping. After a few minutes of walking around, he drank some milk then went back to his room and laid on the bed, reminiscing about his dad. He remembered his dad buying him a bike, letting him have sleepovers, teaching him how to drive. The memories were surprisingly pleasant, and he finally fell asleep. The next morning Mary made breakfast and they both ate.
"So, what are you going to do today, Jack?" Mary asked when she took a bite of her sausage.
"Going to meet with the witness but other than that, see if I can fix the house up a little," Jack said as he swallowed his eggs.
Mary was a short woman with short white hair, and a medium build. She was into bingo, going on cruises and generally outgoing with her friends after her husband had died. She looked like a woman who was able to do things and not worry about getting beat up as the scars from the beatings barely existed.
"So, can I borrow the car today, Mom?" Jack asked as he took the plate into the kitchen.
"Sure," she told him as he took her plate and started doing dishes.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
"What? I'm doing dishes, why?"
"I should do it since you are a guest."
"Nonsense, I should do it." But by the time Mary had finished putting the condiments in the refrigerator, he was done.
Few hours later—
Tony Holmgren witnessed a crime in New York when he visited and was not willing to testify in the defendant's trial a year after the crime happened. Jack rang the doorbell, Tony cracked the door ajar and saw Jack with his badge.
"I'm Jack McCoy, assistant District Attorney for Manhattan and I need to speak to you, Tony. The trial of Damien Nickolette is about to start and you told the prosecutor for the case you are not willing to testify, why is that?"
"I just can't," he said while rubbing the back of his head then put his arm at his side.
"You just can't? Let me warn you, if you don't, we can compel you to testify in front of the grand jury and the judge can cite you for contempt for failing to appear once subpoenaed."
"I don't have a lot of money to pay to go to New York and hotel and stuff," Tony told him.
"We will pay for your trip and everything else. They will also make sure you have protection if you need it."
"Let me think about it, okay?" he told Jack even though Jack had a feeling Tony was hiding something that had nothing to do with the case in New York.
"Okay," Jack gave the man the grand jury subpoena through the slight opening as Tony took it and closed the door.
Jack walked to his mom's car, taking a few steps to the sidewalk when heard a loud noise that sounded like gunshots and he ducked for cover.