Comfort Food -- Jimmy
Jimmy Deakins wondered about the connection between cops and donuts. Mostly he thought it was all a load of crap. But, he was having that thought while he was in the elevator on his way to the eleventh floor of One PP carrying a two large boxes of donuts. "This is the last time I bet against Logan," he vowed to himself as he dropped off the boxes in the break room, and poured himself a cup of black coffee.
As he was returning from his morning briefing with the brass upstairs he saw Logan sitting with his feet propped up on his little desk, munching a chocolate donut and reading something from the Post to his partner. Jimmy got himself another cup of coffee and went into his office shaking his head over this newest addition to his squad.
"How does he always know?" Jimmy thought to himself. The guy's alibi had seemed air tight. But Logan, somehow he knew there was more to the story. He continued to mull over the case in the back of his mind while he rid himself of several stacks of paperwork on his desk. He was just tossing the last of the folders into his out basket when the subject of his thoughts appeared in his office doorway. Logan leaned on the door frame, and with a twinkle in his eye, said, "Hey Cap, I saved you the last donut. I guess no one likes pink sprinkles..."
"Just leave it on my desk and get back to work Logan. Unless you're looking for something to do, in which case I have lots of incident reports that need to be filed in triplicate." Deakins was smiling, but one of the many things Logan knew was when not to press his luck.
"We're headed out to Rikers to talk to Koushik. Hopefully a couple days on the inside will have convinced him to tell us what he knows."
"Step into him Logan. We need his confession."
"We'll do what we can."
Logan grabbed his pad from his desk, his gun from his locker, and made his way across the squad room floor, stopping only to filch a pen from the Santa mug on Eames' desk and to demand the keys to the car from Barek who was waiting impatiently for him by the elevators.
"Incorrigible" Jimmy thought to himself as he gazed at the pink and white donut sitting on his desk and smiled.