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…no sweet cheeks I have no idea what could possibly have killed all your Jerusalem artichokes)
…these were thrown…I mean… fell accidentally on the cutting room floor
A GIFT WORTH WAITING FOR?
"Well?" asked Benson impatiently as her friend sat down at the lunchroom table.
"A dozen long stemmed red roses, the DVD of "Love Story", a six pound box of cherry creams and reservations for dinner at La Scala tomorrow night" said Eames. "After the carriage ride round the park"
"Wow!" breathed Olivia. "Happy birthday to you girl! Better get yourself a whole body wax by the sound of things" she winked. "After all these years with Goren too"
She finally paused. "So why the face like a slapped butt?"
"That was from Logan" Alex muttered. "Bobby got me a cookbook"
BREAK
The Squad Room was almost empty at lunchtime as Deakins walked through. Then stopped.
"Bobby? Does all this gear on Alex's desk belong to her?"
He gestured to cuffs, gun, spare clip, nightstick, mace spray, pocket-knife, scissors, nail file and a pair of tweezers.
"Yeah" Goren replied looking up from his book "Made her leave them behind before she went out"
"Why?" frowned his boss. "Where was she going?"
"Bloomingdales' sale"
"Good work Goren. Don't want a repeat of last year's nasty incident"
"Thanks Captain"
Bobby reached for his BLT and returned to his current reading. "Tantric Sex For Dummies"
SELF CONTROL
As she got in beside him Alex could see Bobby was anxious and uncertain.
"I know it's been a while for you" she said kindly. "But we'll just take things gently. Okay?"
He chewed his lip. "Thanks. I just…I just hope…I won't spoil everything between us"
"You won't. You'll be fine" she pushed something into his hand. "You'll need this Bobby"
"I'm sorry" he said twenty minutes later. "I was too quick for you wasn't I?"
"Yes" Eames snapped, her heart racing and certain her stomach was a hundred blocks behind them. "Hand back that car key! Right now Goren!"
FICTIONAL PARADOX
Wrists and ankles bound so he was tied helplessly to the bed, Goren knew he was in trouble. When Eames came through the door his hopes of rescue rose.
Until he realised she was wearing only miniscule black lace underwear and carrying a carton of chocolate ice cream. She studied the thin sheet covering his nakedness with lip licking anticipation.
As she took hold of it Goren knew only two things could save him now. That this was a hundred word Drabble and Clueless was writing it.
Bobby woke. Alone and tangled in the bedclothes. No sign of ice cream.
AN: I must go…now he's spending less time in his raised vegetable beds Bobby has re-discovered the other kind…
