Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I do not own Jack, Adam, or Abbie. Dick does, and somehow, I don't think he's willing to give them to me.
Adam Schiff hated parties. But, being DA, it was sort of a requirement to attend the DA's Office Holiday Party. That didn't mean he had to be happy about it, though, so he was standing alone out of the way, nursing a glass of eggnog.
As he was taking a sip of his eggnog, Adam noticed a group of ADA's giving him an odd look as they passed. It wouldn't have annoyed him so much if they had been the only ones to do that, but he'd been the recipient of an odd look from almost every ADA under him, and it was really starting to get on his nerves.
"I'm surprised you're still here, Adam," a voice said from his left. Adam turned to see that Jack McCoy had joined him. A Santa hat--that Adam was sure Jack hadn't put there by choice--was positioned atop his thick graying hair, and he was nursing a scotch as opposed to the eggnog in Adam's hands.
"The party only started ten minutes ago, Jack," Adam replied.
Jack shrugged. Then he unexpectedly leaned forward and planted a kiss on Adam's lips. Adam pulled away hastily, causing the eggnog to slosh about noisily in his cup. "What the hell was that?" he yelled loudly enough to gain the attention of everybody in the room.
Jack, who was struggling to keep a straight face, said, "For god's sake, Adam, look up. You know, for a DA, you really aren't very observant."
Adam raised an eyebrow, then glanced up to see that he'd been standing under mistletoe. That explains a lot, he thought as Jack--and about half of the other people in the room--burst into laughter. As the ADA's began going back to doing whatever they'd been doing before, Adam looked at Jack and said, "It's hard to believe you get all these women if that's the way you kiss."
Just as Jack raised a half-offended half-amused eyebrow, Abbie Carmichael approached. "Sorry I'm late. I had some paperwork I needed to finish up," she said. Pausing, she glanced up. Then she looked at Adam, saying, "Adam, you do know you're standing under mistletoe, right?"
"Yes," Adam said gruffly. "I've been…told."
This caused Jack to burst into another fit of laughter. Abbie looked between the two of them. "I missed something didn't I?"
Adam just stood there, stony faced. "Oh, come on Adam. Don't be upset, it was a joke. Besides, what if it had been Charlie?" Jack asked, nodding to the large bearded man that was standing a few feet away, chatting with colleagues. Rubbing a hand over his chin, Jack added, "At least I'm clean-shaven."
"Clean-shaven?" Abbie asked. Suddenly, it dawned on her and a she broke into a wide smile. Turning to Jack, she asked, "Did you kiss him?"
Jack nodded, a goofy grin plastered on his face. The grin disappearing, he leaned forward and, in a stage whisper, said, "He called me a bad kisser."
Abbie put a hand up to her mouth, sarcastically exclaiming, "He didn't!"
Noting her mocking tone, Jack frowned. "You're supposed to be on my side," he accused.
"Sorry Jack," Abbie said. "But--even though you are my boss--Adam is ultimately the one who decides who gets fired and who doesn't.
Jack glowered at her while Adam, for what seemed like the first time that night, smiled.