Australian Christmas Greetings
Law & Order: Criminal Intent
by RoadrunnerGER
Disclaimer: No, still don't own them. Who said so? They're not mine. :(( The same applies to the song.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Obviously you liked Alex's aunts. :D Hmmm… the hugging will have to wait. Let's have some fun with our Bobby first… :) mwahahahaha!
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Even Santa Claus gets the blues
Something was wrong.
Something had to be wrong.
Something really had to be wrong… when he was sitting home alone on first Advent with a whisky bottle as sole company.
Especially as he did not have to be alone. Alex had asked him to accompany her to her parents, but he did not feel like going with her.
John and Allison are decent people. I like them…
He stared into his drink, uncertain if he still wanted to drink or not.
This year would be the first time he would spend Christmas without his mother. He would not drive out to Carmel Ridge to visit her. He would not take her out for dinner. He would not sit with her and listen to her telling family stories and praising his brother Frank.
He would drive out to the cemetery and stand by her grave.
A solitary tear fought its way out of his eye and rolled down his cheek. It fell into the glass and the rippling of the gold-brown liquid reminded him of the whiskey in it.
He downed it.
From the radio the gloomy voice of Marty Stuart waved through his living room.
I lost my favorite reindeer in a hurricane
Got soaking wet on a count of rain
Counting my troubles by threes and by two
Even Santa Claus gets the blues
He felt with him. Bobby Goren also had the blues. He had it badly. Taking another sip of the burning gold-brown liquid he continued listening to the song.
What I wouldn't give for just one silent night
Just me and Mama Claus by the warm fire light
But the Christmas time is coming with so much to do
Even Santa Claus gets the blues
This feeling was familiar, too. Bobby leaned back in the cushions. His job was demanding and took most of his time. It was not that he would mind. The more work he had the less he could brood. And he was not sleeping a lot anyway. Still, he felt exhausted and a bit more spare time would probably help.
Well, I know every single chimney like the back of my hand
People leave me milk and cookies I just think that's grand
As the story goes I'm a dearly loved man
But the reason for the season some folks just don't understand
Bobby was just like Santa Claus. He knew his job back to front. So he and his partner always got the cream of the cases, the most difficult and most complicated ones. Yeah, Bobby was dearly loved, too. Everyone loved that he could crack the cases no one else wanted.
Only problem was that most folks just did not understand what made him as good in his job as he was. Eames understood and, on some level, Deakins understood, too. But the brass clearly did not understand and Ross even less. Often Deakins had needed to smooth out the waves Bobby stirred up, now Eames had to bear the brunt.
So it's back to the workshop to make more toys
Can't wait to give them to all the girls and boys
I'm hooking up my sleigh go ahead and spread the news
Well, sometimes even Santa Claus gets the blues
He knows every single chimney like the back of his hand
People leave him milk and cookies and he just thinks that's grand
As the story goes he's a dearly loved man
But the reason for the season some folks just don't understand
So it's back to the workshop gotta make some more toys
Can't wait to give them to all my girls and boys
I'm hooking up my sleigh go ahead and spread the news
Well, sometimes (sometimes) yeah sometimes (sometimes) even Santa Claus gets the blues
His grievance leave was almost over and he had to be back at work soon. But for the first time he did not feel like working. He did not feel like doing anything.
Yes, he had the blues, he had it badly.
One more scotch warmed his stomach but did not ease his pain. Maybe a few more would be enough to bring him back into oblivion.
His gaze fell on the card he received just yesterday. The white envelope with the black frame it came into already told him that it was one more condolence card. So he opened it with a sigh. And when he read it, he felt even more miserable.
Dear, Bobby.
I'm sorry for your loss. It's always hard when we lose someone we truly love. I had to make this experience with my daughter who was ripped from me by the ocean.
I would love to make it all more bearable for you. Maybe I can divert your thoughts a bit.
Yours faithfully
Nicole
So Nicole Wallace was back again and it was only a matter of time until she would start to play one more perverted game with him.
He dreaded this confrontation because he knew that he might not be a match for her this time.
He felt like crap.
Yeah, Bobby Goren definitely had the blues.
tbc…