This is a response to the week´s challenge over lawandorder100 at LJ. It´s unbeta-ed, any mistakes, it´s all my fault. :oD


She was walking through the cemetery to deliver a vase of roses to an old friend. As much as she liked the friends who were gone, leave flowers at their tombstones wasn´t something Anita did frequently.
Cemetery wasn´t made to meet people, and yet, she did. The warm afternoon´s sun shone bright over his silver hair. Jack McCoy stood in front of a stone, with a single rose in one hand. He kneeled and laid the rose on the grass.
- I never thought I´d meet you here. - She read the name 'Claire Kincaid'.
- Please, don´t comment with anybody.
- I won´t.
- Thanks.