AN: I received this prompt from ProfTweety who just wanted fic with Jack and Fritz. My first MC fic without Sharon or Andy in it ever so yeah... Hope y'all enjoy.

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. So sad. Much tears. Very upset. But I promise to put them back when I'm done with them.

Fritz scanned the group around him, some regular attendees, some irregular ones, and one or two new faces. One of the new guys spoke up.

He shifted in his seat, pulling at the lapels of his rumbled suit jacket, "Hello, my name is Jack Raydor and I'm an alcoholic."

Fritz's eyebrows shot up at the familiar last name.

Jack cleared his throat and continued, "This isn't my first rodeo but it is my first time here. I was doing okay for awhile, moved back to LA, started working again, I'm a lawyer. Didn't think I needed meetings, thought one or two glasses of wine at dinner with a client wouldn't hurt anybody... Then my wife filed for divorce and I spiraled out of control..."

He continued on for a while, Fritz knew the type. Always came to a meeting, with their tails between their legs, looking for a quick fix, because they screwed up so bad that they couldn't drink enough to ignore the guilt of disappointing people that should have mattered.

XXX

Fritz sidled up to the table that held the coffee near the basketball hoops of the rec center they met in, "So you're Jackson Raydor."

Still stirring his coffee Jack turned to him, sizing him up, "Well I haven't seen you in the lawyer circles, so I'm gonna assume you're a cop."

Fritz smiled, putting out his hand, "Deputy Chief Fritz Howard."

Jack continued to stare at him... Finally taking the other man's outstretched hand to shake, "You must be new because I've never heard of you."

Fritz moved to grab a cup, "Sort of. I was the FBI liaison for a while then I moved over to SOB."

Jack nodded in understanding, "You must know my wi-" He grimaced at the mistake, "Ex-wife."

Fritz shrugged and poured himself some coffee, "We work together from time to time." He took a sip and almost spit it out again, "Looks like Bill made the coffee again, it's so weak it might as well be hot water."

Jack looked from his cup and back to Fritz, "Coffee is always terrible at these things. Wanna go grab a cup somewhere else?"

XXX

Fritz smoothed his hands over dessert menu, contemplating if he did want that piece of pie, "So you serious about it this time?"

Jack chuckled, "You asking as a potential sponsor or are you gonna run back to Sharon and report on my progress?"

Fritz looked up at him, "We're not that close and I'm asking as one alcoholic to another. Are you serious about it this time?"

"I'm serious about it at the moment, the rest of my life is a long time."

"We're not talking about the rest of your life. You only need to fo-"

"Focus on tomorrow. Yes I know. Not my first time remember. I think I do get it now. I've lost my wife, my kids, and more fortunes than I can count... But this time I started again because Sharon divorced me, what if she gets married again? Or-"

"Or... What? Sounds like you've lined up a whole lot of pretty little excuses to guarantee that you're going to end up drinking again. The fact that you showed up tonight tells me that at least you know what you're doing is wrong, some small part anyway. The fact that you are making your drinking about other people shows me that you think the real problem is how others react to your drinking. So are you going to sober up because you want to change or are you going to wait for the next excuse to topple your house of cards?"

Jack started digging in his pockets, grabbing a wad of bills, "I don't know," He threw enough for both coffees and got up, "Thanks for the coffee."

Fritz watched the other man leave the diner. He was going to have that piece of pie and then he was going to call his wife.