Detectives Lennie Briscoe and Ed Green sat side by side in the emergency room, both looking grumpy and both uncharacteristically quiet. A doctor stood before them with his arms crossed and a smile playing across his lips. He bit his bottom lip, looking at the two men he briefly knew from various cases that he'd offered witness testimony to.
"So..." He really was trying to hide his smile, but he was failing. He looked over his shoulder and saw two female nurses standing together and watching, and giggling. He was used to his female co-workers staring after certain members of the NYPD, but that was usually to admire their looks. Not this time... "So you want to tell me, again, what happened?" The doc asked. The two men glared at him. "It's just that...to-uh-rule out all possible health dangers, I need to be certain of every detail."
"Why don't you just stitch us up and let us walk?" Briscoe suggested dryly.
"Yea, man. We walked into a wall. That's the story," Green added. The two men had there arms crossed and were frowning.
"Detectives, you know better than to lie to your doctor."
"I don't need this, I'm outta here," Green stood to go but the doctor stopped him.
"Okay, okay. Calm down boys, we'll get you stitched up. Hold tight." The doctor walked off.
Green picked up the mirror sitting nearby and examined his face. His lip was swollen and cut and his eye was an ugly shade of purple and black. He had a small cut across his cheek bone. "So much for my Friday night," he muttered. He glanced at his partner who was sporting, for the most part, the same cuts and bruises.
Briscoe sighed with a nod. "Ed...I think it's safe to say...from now on let's keep our hands away from the Lieutenant's food."
Green snorted. "I'll say."
AN: I couldn't help but do a oneshot on this. Everytime I see one of them steal food from VB or even ME Rodgers on occasion, I wonder when they're gonna get their's. Hehe.
