Disclaimer:All of the characters are the property of Dick Wolf. I thank him, the writers, the directors and all the great actors who brought them "to life" for our benefit. Any "liberties" I have taken with them is motivated only by my fond admiration (and a few personal quirks I will seek "help" for).
AN: These stories are not set within the accepted "canon" for the characters as it is only officially portrayed by the TV series. So I get to "fool around" with them in ways in which they've never been seen, stretch the limits of that and totally suspend the "reality" that is "fiction" to start with…now there's a contradiction in terms!!!
(And yeah Goren I know the proper word for that is oxymoron…couldn't you at least try to find fun things to do with turnips instead)…found on the cutting room floor…
SOUP IN THE CITY
Bobby pulled up and with a mutter and a wrench on her skirt Alex got into the passenger seat.
"Busy night?"
"Very funny" her teeth were close to chattering.
"Did you know the word hooker comes from General Joseph Hooker who openly recruited prostitutes to accompany his troops?"
"What else would I have been thinking about Goren?" she growled. "In a halter neck, fishnets and wearing this belt of a skirt in ten degrees below?"
Bobby recognised sarcasm.
"There's some tomato soup in that flask"
"Did you make it?"
"I did"
"Guess I had worse nights then" Eames smiled.
AN : That's not true about the origin of the word "hooker" but I guess even Bobby isn't perfect.
LATE NIGHT AT REILLY'S
Ross poured more beer. "That's Horatio Caine at the bar"
"Yeah" yawned Stabler. "What brings him to New York?"
"Miami finally ran out of brunettes in distress" muttered Logan.
Stabler sniggered. "Sappy brunettes anyway"
Goren swallowed. "Ever noticed how he leans forward at about thirty degrees?"
"How much beer have you had tonight?" enquired Ross.
"No. Bobby's right. He does" said Logan "Look. It's right from his ankles too"
They all squinted across the bar.
Ross whistled. "Must have incredible tendons to keep that up"
"Or a permanent inner ear infection affects his balance" said Goren. "My round I think?"
WRIST ACTION
Eames put down her phone. "Fancy Reilly's for lunch? My treat?"
"Yes. No" Bobby frowned. "I have to go buy a new watch. Mine's broken"
"How?"
"Dunno. Just suddenly stopped working""Pass it over. Let me have a look at it. And wipe that "oh yeah?" look off your face Goren"
He did as he was told. He was learning. And it was safer.
Alex looked and listened to the watch. She turned the winder a dozen rotations and checked it again.
She handed it back. "And for my next trick? Rocket science"
"Thanks Alex" he blushed. "Reilly's? On me?"
HELL'S KITCHEN
Goren almost slammed the dish on the table.
"Hope you like it" he muttered as he sat down.
"Your boeuf bourguignon is always great" said Logan ladling a small mountain onto a plate and passing it to Ross.
"And who else could produce this in the tiny squad room kitchenette Bobby?" Eames helped herself to rice.
"Huh" he still didn't sound convinced as everyone began to eat and make complimentary comments about the perfection of the flavouring.
Alex watched her partner. Goren had not been the same man or confidant cook since he discovered Gordon Ramsey had size fifteen feet.
TRIPLE SCORE
She added three tiles at the end of "diarrhoea" to make "path". She should have known better than to challenge his spelling of that word.
"Ten" said Bobby. "Including the double letter score? Gives you a total of 52"
With barely a hesitation he added five letters to spell "apathetic".
"That's double letter and word score" he frowned as he calculated. "Thirty-four"
"So you win again?"
"Uhuh" he said softly. "In every sense""I hope apathetic is not how you are feeling Bobby"
"Far from it" he murmured reaching for the fastening of her bra.
They loved "Strip Scrabble Night".
AN : I have to go now…peel some parsnips and get the Scrabble board set up…of course I let Bobby win…he needs the ego boost after the Gordon Ramsey business…