Disclaimer: Law and Order and its characters are the creations of Dick Wolf and NBC not me.

Author's Note: I've never been to New York City much less ever seen NYU. Therefore my descriptions of the school are no doubt inaccurate.

Special thanks to those who provided me with feedback.

OFFICE OF
PROFESSOR JACK MCCOY
SEPTEMBER 1 - 3:30 P.M

The boxes that Jack had packed two weeks before at Hogan Place were not stacked in his new office at NYU. The office was slightly larger than the one he had at the District Attorney's Office. Though it was only larger because it didn't have three doors from which to enter therefore adding wall space. The furniture was dark mahogany and similar to what Jack had at Hogan Place. The large desk commanded from the center of the room, as did the large black leather chair that sat behind it. The left sidewall near the door contained a small leather loveseat with two end tables and a coffee table. Jack regarded the small sofa with enthusiasm; less of a chance to spend the night. Jack then moved to see what view the window had to offer. The third story office afforded a good view of the university's vast central courtyard and campus. Jack made a promise to himself to take the time to enjoy the view this time. Jack turned his attention back to the boxes now cluttering the floor. He put one on the empty desktop, unsealed it, and began unpacking its contents. Since there was no credenza in the office Jack put his little wooden sailboat in the center of the coffee table. Jack quickly filled the unoccupied spaces on the bookcases with his own law volumes to compliment the ones already there. Jack was almost finished putting his things in his desk when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Jack said.

The door opened and the dean walked in. He was a man in his mid to late fifties, around the same age as Jack. He was about three inches shorter than McCoy with mostly light brown hair with graying streaks throughout the crown and graying temples. Age had treated him well; the lines in his face gave him the look of a seasoned man instead of one who needed to go to the beach. Overall he had a warm look about him.

"I see you're settling in. How do you like the office," the dean said.

"It's nice. I think it will work well," McCoy replied.

"You're first class will be in three days. Starts at 10:30 in the morning," the dean then said.

"Why so late in the morning," McCoy asked.

"I thought you might enjoy a later start after having to work so many late nights and early mornings as an ADA," the dean replied.

"Actually I like working the odd hours. The peace and quiet helps me concentrate. But I think it will be nice to have a later start. I can enjoy my mornings now, get up early, have some coffee, read the paper, you know," Jack said.

"Are you ready to teach," the dean then asked.

"I've been spending the last two weeks planning my curriculum. I'm working on a more practical way to teach the law. One think I remember is that law school doesn't give you much practical training. That's what I want to get across," Jack replied.

"I know what you mean. I look forward to seeing what you've come up with. I have a meeting shortly but I wanted to stop in and see how you were doing," the dean said.

"Thanks," Jack replied.

The dean then exited the office leaving Jack alone again. Jack left the unpacking aside for the moment and walked to the window. He leaned forward, stretched out his arms, and put his hands on the window frames while he gazed out at the sprawling campus. Students were walking in every direction. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. Jack noted the good view and promised himself to continue to enjoy it.