Jack McCoy was having a very good day. He had gotten full sentence on a two-year case and found a witness (one the defense had been trying to hide from him) that would win a case against a mother and father who had poisoned their two children, two of their nephews and their niece niece. Tomorrow he has a plea-bargain meeting. He very nearly whistled as he locked up his office for the night. He didn't of course, as that would be an undignified manor for a district attorney to conduct himself.

He did have a slight spring in his step as a walked down the hall. He paused as he heard a huge commotion behind him.

A man in his early twenty was barreling down the hallway towards Jack. Wearing handcuffs and yelled vulgarities. Three security guards were running behind him.

A muscle ticked in Jack's jaw as the runners made their way past him and around a corner. He continued on his way to the elevator to go from the third floor to the first floor. As the doors opened on the second floor to let people in Jack saw the young man. This time he was being chased by four guards and a woman Jack could only assume was the man's attorney. The tick became more pronounced.

As Jack stepped onto the first floor a parade of running people was headed his way. He waited until just the right moment, then flung out his briefcase. The handcuffed man went down hard.

Jack moved to stand next to him and glared down. "I look forward to trying your case. This little Houdini act is the final nail in your coffin."

Jack then turned to glare at the assortment of guards, police officers, attorneys and civilians.

"This is a disgrace to the city of New York and Justice its self. What idiots let a handcuffed man get away from them in a courthouse! An absolute disgrace."

Jack McCoy, District attorney of New York City, turned his back and headed out of the courthouse ignoring all the Jack's, McCoy's and the Bastard.