Title/Author: "Between the Bars: Logan" by n.s.
Rating: T (minor language, some suggestive scenes)
Summary: A not-canon-but-not-not-canon take on Mike Logan and Claire Kincaid's relationship through seasons 4-6; acknowledgement of Jack McCoy/Claire, also
Disclaimer:I don't own any of these characters. This story is brought to you by 20-year-old repeats of Law & Order that happen to coincide with my daughter's nap time.
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"So how was he?"
Claire sat up, his bed sheet wrapped just below her breasts, her face confused. Not exactly immediate post-coital conversation, but he was in a mood ever since he heard the news.
"McCoy? He was fine," she replied, regarding him with a raised eyebrow.
Mike scoffed, tapping his fingers on his bare stomach.
"Fine? That prick is never fine."
"Jesus, Mike."
Claire swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for a shirt, settling for his white button up.
He watched her fingers fasten the buttons. "Did you find out why he requested you?"
"My talent?"
"Right."
"Excuse me?" she snapped, turned to glare at him. He looked away.
"That's not what he's thinking about," he continued.
She smiled, crawling back onto the bed to kiss him. She lay across his stomach, leaning her elbow, cupping her face in her hand.
"Green isn't a good color on you, detective," she informed him with a smile, toying with his sparse chest hair with her unoccupied hand.
He moved his eyes to lock with hers.
"You two share the same bad hobby, taking work home."
He saw the hurt, immediate and intense, but only for a moment. She moved off of him and off the bed.
"I regret it more some days than others," she remarked, pulling her panties back on. He caught her hand before she could leave, and it made her meet his eyes across the bed.
"Just let me know if it ever gets too crowded, counselor."