Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the Law & Order characters no
I don't think I will be anytime soon.
Jack and Abbie continued their walk and it was mostly like any other. They talked about work like always. For some reason the two of them were exactly the same; you could drag them out of work, but work never left them. Abbie went on talking about the rape case she was working on when Jack walked in and Jack followed with a summary of a case that the defendant took what he like to call a "suicide plea".
They finally reached a small bar with colorful lights and friendly faces. Jack opened the door for Abby and said, "After you Ms. Carmichael."
"Very funny Jack, I mean Mr. McCoy. So, what's so special about this place?"
Jack hesitated for a second and only responded with, "I haven't been back here since it happened."
"You okay Jack? The only other time I see you like this is when you can't find a loophole at ten o'clock at night before a trial."
"Let's get a seat." Both simultaneously sat on two nicely worn bar stools.
"I've told you about Claire, right?"
"Yeah, both you and Lennie."
"Well this is the bar that I was supposed to meet her at before the accident happened. I remember being here from lunch until ten o'clock. I was so drunk and all I remember saying before I left was 'to hell with her'. That was the night the world fell apart."
"Jack, we didn't have to come her and you know you don't have to tell me this."
"No Abbie, I do. See, when I'm with you it all goes away. The pain, the problems, the sorrow, even the need for scotch," he let out a small sarcastic giggle. "You just pull at the pieces together for me."
With that Abbie felt her cheeks blush and she moved her eyes from Jack's to the bar and allowed her hair to fall and cover her face. When she looked back at him again she noticed the same redness in his cheeks. She knew just what she was thinking but wanted to dig deeper into what Jack's brain was cooking up. "So why me?"
"Why not? You're an amazing person. You're the kind of person I love to talk to, love to be around. Want to be around." Jack moved his eyes away from Abbie and called the bartender over. "Give me a Scotch on the rocks and for you?"
"Nothing thanks. You know Jack I just can't wait to see your liver when you die. I have an idea. Let's get out of here. I know a lot of better things we could be doing then wasting your blood filter away."
"Wow Abbie. A side of you I've never seen before. The wild cat."
"I guess you haven't gone out with a Texas girl." Jack could only shake his head no because of the smile plastered on his face. "Thought so," Abbie replied.
Abbie grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him out of the bar. "So where are we off to," Jack asked as his signature eyebrows rose.
"Been bowling lately?"
"Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"No, you look like a bowling prosecutor on a mission." They both laughed at Jack's comment and hailed for a cab.
* * * *
Jack and Abbie continued their walk and it was mostly like any other. They talked about work like always. For some reason the two of them were exactly the same; you could drag them out of work, but work never left them. Abbie went on talking about the rape case she was working on when Jack walked in and Jack followed with a summary of a case that the defendant took what he like to call a "suicide plea".
They finally reached a small bar with colorful lights and friendly faces. Jack opened the door for Abby and said, "After you Ms. Carmichael."
"Very funny Jack, I mean Mr. McCoy. So, what's so special about this place?"
Jack hesitated for a second and only responded with, "I haven't been back here since it happened."
"You okay Jack? The only other time I see you like this is when you can't find a loophole at ten o'clock at night before a trial."
"Let's get a seat." Both simultaneously sat on two nicely worn bar stools.
"I've told you about Claire, right?"
"Yeah, both you and Lennie."
"Well this is the bar that I was supposed to meet her at before the accident happened. I remember being here from lunch until ten o'clock. I was so drunk and all I remember saying before I left was 'to hell with her'. That was the night the world fell apart."
"Jack, we didn't have to come her and you know you don't have to tell me this."
"No Abbie, I do. See, when I'm with you it all goes away. The pain, the problems, the sorrow, even the need for scotch," he let out a small sarcastic giggle. "You just pull at the pieces together for me."
With that Abbie felt her cheeks blush and she moved her eyes from Jack's to the bar and allowed her hair to fall and cover her face. When she looked back at him again she noticed the same redness in his cheeks. She knew just what she was thinking but wanted to dig deeper into what Jack's brain was cooking up. "So why me?"
"Why not? You're an amazing person. You're the kind of person I love to talk to, love to be around. Want to be around." Jack moved his eyes away from Abbie and called the bartender over. "Give me a Scotch on the rocks and for you?"
"Nothing thanks. You know Jack I just can't wait to see your liver when you die. I have an idea. Let's get out of here. I know a lot of better things we could be doing then wasting your blood filter away."
"Wow Abbie. A side of you I've never seen before. The wild cat."
"I guess you haven't gone out with a Texas girl." Jack could only shake his head no because of the smile plastered on his face. "Thought so," Abbie replied.
Abbie grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him out of the bar. "So where are we off to," Jack asked as his signature eyebrows rose.
"Been bowling lately?"
"Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"No, you look like a bowling prosecutor on a mission." They both laughed at Jack's comment and hailed for a cab.
* * * *