Disclaimer: The characters belong to Dick Wolf
A/N: R&R
Part Seven Undisclosed building somewhere in NYC
"Damn it! I forgot the cream!" Shouts an angry James.
Cockroach digs in his pack and pulls out three half and half containers. "Here. I got these from that restaurant you took me too."
James angrily takes them from him. "You took these?! What did I tell you about stealing?!"
Cockroach confused by the sudden explosion of anger, takes a few steps back. "You told me stealing BIG stuff was wrong. But it's just cream. And I remembered you like cream with your coffee, you told me that too when we were at that house awhile ago."
Half listening to Cockroach trail off about cream. James thoughts begin to roam; he knew there was no sense in getting mad at the kid. He's just so damn stupid. Cockroach jabbering breaks his train of thought.
"James?"
"Huh, what were you saying, Cockroach?" James calmly replies.
Cockroach shell shocked by his 180 turnaround, lets out a nervous laugh, "All I can remember is that you were mad at me for stealing the cream. Are ya still mad at me for that?"
"No. Cockroach I ain't. Thanks for the cream. No-more stealing. Understand?"
Cockroach bobs his head up and down in acknowledgment.
James hears the click of the TV as he tends to his coffee. He stops and looks at the container of cream in his hand labeled; Caserta Vecchia, N.Y. A strange feeling washes over him, he knew something was wrong. He didn't know *what* just yet though.
"Cockroach. We need to talk. Now."
Part Seven Undisclosed building somewhere in NYC
"Damn it! I forgot the cream!" Shouts an angry James.
Cockroach digs in his pack and pulls out three half and half containers. "Here. I got these from that restaurant you took me too."
James angrily takes them from him. "You took these?! What did I tell you about stealing?!"
Cockroach confused by the sudden explosion of anger, takes a few steps back. "You told me stealing BIG stuff was wrong. But it's just cream. And I remembered you like cream with your coffee, you told me that too when we were at that house awhile ago."
Half listening to Cockroach trail off about cream. James thoughts begin to roam; he knew there was no sense in getting mad at the kid. He's just so damn stupid. Cockroach jabbering breaks his train of thought.
"James?"
"Huh, what were you saying, Cockroach?" James calmly replies.
Cockroach shell shocked by his 180 turnaround, lets out a nervous laugh, "All I can remember is that you were mad at me for stealing the cream. Are ya still mad at me for that?"
"No. Cockroach I ain't. Thanks for the cream. No-more stealing. Understand?"
Cockroach bobs his head up and down in acknowledgment.
James hears the click of the TV as he tends to his coffee. He stops and looks at the container of cream in his hand labeled; Caserta Vecchia, N.Y. A strange feeling washes over him, he knew something was wrong. He didn't know *what* just yet though.
"Cockroach. We need to talk. Now."
