A/N: I've been thinking about doing a piece like this for a while now, but I didn't know how to go about it as it's kind of a touchy subject. (I'm Catholic myself.) So, here goes nothing. There will be Mike/Bobby in later chapters, and there is going to be a case in later chapters involving you guessed it….child abuse.
Disclaimer: Don't own law and order or characters, and I am not making money off of this. That is what my job is for.
Mike Logan sat in a small bar close to his apartment sipping his glass of scotch. It had been a long week, and he was looking forward to a couple of days off. Of, course he was grateful to no longer be on Stanton Island, but all the same the time off was nice, especially since he would be able to spend the time off in question with a certain Bobby Goren.
"Where is he, anyway?" Mike thought to himself, slightly annoyed. "He should have been there about a half an hour ago." He merely shrugged mentally and continued to drink his scotch. "Now, that is an interesting guy," he silently mused. "Those hand movements of his are almost hypnotic. I wonder if he's that expressive in bed. No!" He shook his head quickly to stop those kinds of thoughts. Ideas like those could get him into trouble, and he could not afford to lose what he had going for him in major case. Besides, he wasn't attracted to people of his own gender. At least that's what he told himself.
A Few minutes passed and he was beginning to think about calling Bobby, when he suddenly felt like he was being watched. He slowly turned around, and saw a face he never wanted to see again. Joseph Krolinsky sat in a booth not far from the bar watching him. He looks thinner than Mike remembers him last, and he is definitely paler, but his face is one that Mike would know anywhere. He still haunts his dreams from time to time. There is a distant look of remorse on the older man's face, but when he realized he was spotted, he quickly got up, and went straight for the door.
Mike was stunned for a moment, but that was quickly replaced by anger as he found himself following the former priest into the street. He easily cornered Krolinsky , who suddenly became panic stricken.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Mike asked in a voice implying that he had better get an answer, or else.
"I-I was placed on parole," the elderly man managed to stutter. "The prisons are full, and I got good behavior."
Mike looked at the man with disgust and loathing."You sick son of a-"
"Mike, please!" Krolinsky begged. He looked to be near tears. "I have made many mistakes in my life, and I wish I could take them back! I had, no have a sickness. It has never gone away."
"It never will."
"Don't you know how much that pains me?" Kriolinsky whispered."I will always be ashamed of what I did to you. Oh, Mike, you were such a sweet boy."
"How dare you?" Mike almost shouted, causing the older man to jump."The only thing you saw was an easy target! You had to have seen the bruises my mother had given me when you-" he couldn't finish the sentence for fear of getting sick."There I was, the poor little altar boy who had no one else to go to. I might as well have had a target on my ass! My God, you're sick." The last statement was almost to himself than to the priest.
Krolinsky gathered himself slightly."What about you, Mike?" he asked softly. "What about you're little…illness?"
Mike's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What are you talking about?"
"I've seen you with another man here. I see the way you stare at him when he's not looking." He gazed at Mike intently. "I think you recall that's a sin as well?"
"I think you've gone fucking senile," Mike shot back. He was beginning to lose what was left of his temper.
Krolinsky's expression darkened considerably. "I've been out of prison for a month now. I have avoided children at all costs. It's too much of a temptation. I realize that now. I haven't seen my children in years."
"What a tragedy," Mike sneered.
"So leave me alone!" Krolinsky muttered. "I am a threat to no one. And make sure you don't do anything you regret as well." With that he walked off into a crowd of people and disappeared. Mike watched him go with growing anger. "I'll have to pay a little visit to Mckoy," he thought darkly.
End Chapter 1. Alright, guys. Feedback is critical at this point in the story. Should I go on, or should I not bother? All suggestions will be taken into consideration, just no flames, for the love of God.