"Jack?" It was 7:30 in the morning and Adam had come to the office early in hopes of getting some things done while there was no one there. He had been heading to his office when he noticed his EADA's door ajar. He nosed it open slightly to find Jack McCoy in his sweats, sound asleep on the sofa.
Finding that his right hand man had spent the night at the office was not an uncommon occurrence. Actually on more then one occasion Adam had to reprimand Jack for not going home more often. The oddity about this instance was that it was a Monday morning and there was a packed duffel bag thrown on one of the chairs.
McCoy sleepily picked up his head and peered at Adam. "Morning? Urgmh. Okay. I'm up, give me a second to dress like a lawyer."
Adam nodded his head. "When you're awake come see me." He shut the door behind him and walked slowly to his office. He sat at his desk and tried to read the papers in front of him but his mind kept on drifting back to why Jack was apparently, literally, now living at the office. After a short amount of time Jack did appear in his doorway, tie in his pocket and coffee in hand. Adam's floating focus had been frustrating him so much he decided to get right to the point.
"Jack, why are you living in your office?"
"I'm not." Jack responded dully.
"Why the duffel bag then?" Adam asked pointedly.
Jack sighed and gripped the back of one of Adam's chairs. "Its really no big deal and it's a little complicated. Plus I just don't feel like discussing it."
Adam leaned his arms on his desk and stared into Jack's eyes. He knew that the younger man was quick get defensive if pushed but something in Jack's eyes told him that this was not a usual instance.
"Jack, I don't care what you do or do not feel like talking about. This is my office and regardless of how much leeway I give you I do have some power round here and unless you tell me why you are having slumber parties with your legal pad I will not allow you to stay the night ever again."
Jack slumped into the chair he had just been gripping and let out a long, tired sigh. Adam knew he had broken through and would get an explanation now. He came out from behind his desk and sat on the chair next to Jack. He put his hand on his knee and said quietly, "Come on Jack. Tell me what's going on."
Adam's mouth nearly dropped when McCoy turned to him, tears in his eyes. "We're done. It's over. I wrote up the divorce papers for us on Friday night."
"Jack..."
"Its for the best. I was hardly home anymore. And when I was, we fought. It's for the best. At least Jenny is to young to remember this." Jack hung his head. Adam got up and put his hand on the young man's back.
"It's okay. Jack. Everything will be Okay."
When Jack had finally left, mumbling something about damn defense lawyers, Adam had sat back not sure of what to do. He walked to his phone and called who he always called when he needed a loving voice and a guiding hand.
Not an hour later Bea Schiff stepped of the elevator. First she walked to her husband's office and entered with out knocking. Adam was sitting at a meeting with the mayor.
"Hi honey. Just wanted to let you know I'm here." She planted a kiss on his cheek and the left the room. Adam just shrugged to his guest but he knew what she was doing.
Bea walked directly into the office across the hall, again without knocking.
"Jesus Jack, it looks like a tomb in here. Why don't you open some blinds and let some light in?"
Jack looked up from his book and smiled. "Why Bea your enough light to illuminate the whole building. I have to shut the blinds to keep the sun from getting jealous."
"My, my McCoy you always have been a sweet talker."
"I try."
Bea walked over to where McCoy's duffel bag sat and picked it up. From his desk Jack arched his eyebrows but said nothing until she slung the bag over her shoulder and began to walk out of the room.
"Hey what are doing?"
"I'll see you tonight Jack. Dinner will be promptly at quarter to seven. Adam can give you a ride if you need it."
Jack stood speechlessly and watched Bea leave the room.
He was defeated and he knew it. The only thing he had left to do was sit down and start looking forwards to a the best home cooked meal a DA could ask for.
Finding that his right hand man had spent the night at the office was not an uncommon occurrence. Actually on more then one occasion Adam had to reprimand Jack for not going home more often. The oddity about this instance was that it was a Monday morning and there was a packed duffel bag thrown on one of the chairs.
McCoy sleepily picked up his head and peered at Adam. "Morning? Urgmh. Okay. I'm up, give me a second to dress like a lawyer."
Adam nodded his head. "When you're awake come see me." He shut the door behind him and walked slowly to his office. He sat at his desk and tried to read the papers in front of him but his mind kept on drifting back to why Jack was apparently, literally, now living at the office. After a short amount of time Jack did appear in his doorway, tie in his pocket and coffee in hand. Adam's floating focus had been frustrating him so much he decided to get right to the point.
"Jack, why are you living in your office?"
"I'm not." Jack responded dully.
"Why the duffel bag then?" Adam asked pointedly.
Jack sighed and gripped the back of one of Adam's chairs. "Its really no big deal and it's a little complicated. Plus I just don't feel like discussing it."
Adam leaned his arms on his desk and stared into Jack's eyes. He knew that the younger man was quick get defensive if pushed but something in Jack's eyes told him that this was not a usual instance.
"Jack, I don't care what you do or do not feel like talking about. This is my office and regardless of how much leeway I give you I do have some power round here and unless you tell me why you are having slumber parties with your legal pad I will not allow you to stay the night ever again."
Jack slumped into the chair he had just been gripping and let out a long, tired sigh. Adam knew he had broken through and would get an explanation now. He came out from behind his desk and sat on the chair next to Jack. He put his hand on his knee and said quietly, "Come on Jack. Tell me what's going on."
Adam's mouth nearly dropped when McCoy turned to him, tears in his eyes. "We're done. It's over. I wrote up the divorce papers for us on Friday night."
"Jack..."
"Its for the best. I was hardly home anymore. And when I was, we fought. It's for the best. At least Jenny is to young to remember this." Jack hung his head. Adam got up and put his hand on the young man's back.
"It's okay. Jack. Everything will be Okay."
When Jack had finally left, mumbling something about damn defense lawyers, Adam had sat back not sure of what to do. He walked to his phone and called who he always called when he needed a loving voice and a guiding hand.
Not an hour later Bea Schiff stepped of the elevator. First she walked to her husband's office and entered with out knocking. Adam was sitting at a meeting with the mayor.
"Hi honey. Just wanted to let you know I'm here." She planted a kiss on his cheek and the left the room. Adam just shrugged to his guest but he knew what she was doing.
Bea walked directly into the office across the hall, again without knocking.
"Jesus Jack, it looks like a tomb in here. Why don't you open some blinds and let some light in?"
Jack looked up from his book and smiled. "Why Bea your enough light to illuminate the whole building. I have to shut the blinds to keep the sun from getting jealous."
"My, my McCoy you always have been a sweet talker."
"I try."
Bea walked over to where McCoy's duffel bag sat and picked it up. From his desk Jack arched his eyebrows but said nothing until she slung the bag over her shoulder and began to walk out of the room.
"Hey what are doing?"
"I'll see you tonight Jack. Dinner will be promptly at quarter to seven. Adam can give you a ride if you need it."
Jack stood speechlessly and watched Bea leave the room.
He was defeated and he knew it. The only thing he had left to do was sit down and start looking forwards to a the best home cooked meal a DA could ask for.