Jinx

A/N – I was very bored. Control rooms are the breeding ground for loneliness. But hey, you guys luck out now, don't you?

Disclaimer – All characters belong to Dick Wolf. He is a genius. Go Dick Wolf!!

2:00PM

Mike Logan sat as his desk, turning a pencil over and over in his hand. The ticking of the clock annoyed him; the time on the clock annoyed him more. His partner, Megan Wheeler, stared at him. He knew she was staring, but he refused to be pulled into one of her little games again.

2:07PM

Bobby stacked his books just so on the far left hand corner of his desk, matching the corners up just so. Alex sharpened and resharpened the same number two pencil. Not satisfied, she pushed the pencil over towards her partner's side of the desk. Bobby looked up, surprised to see five little pencil nubs on his desk. Alex picked her sixth victim and jammed it into the sharpener. Bobby cocked his head to look at her; Alex paid him no mind. The defenseless pencil was ceasing to exist.

2:16PM

Megan stared intently at Mike, silently willing him to look at her. He looked at the clock instead.

"Look at me, look at me," Megan murmured softly. Mike rolled his eyes and started re-filling his stapler. In order to do this, Mike dumped all the staples out and then put them back in again.

"Hey!" Alex shouted. Mike turned towards the ruckus. Bobby's head came out from under the desk, plug to the pencil sharpener in hand.

"Look at me, look at me," Megan kept repeating, her mantra growing louder or seemingly louder since the death of the pencil sharpener.

"Bobby, plug it back in," Alex demanded, holding her 6th nub in her hand much like a homicidal maniac would a knife. Bobby ignored her. Instead, he picked up the sharpener and threw it in his filing cabinet. And then he locked it. "You son of -"

"WHEELER! I WILL NOT LOOK AT YOU!" Mike yelled. Everyone in the bull pen turned to stare at him. Mike stood up and threw his hands in the air. "I told you this morning – no more staring contests." Megan pouted and then laughed.

"Look, I'm sorry you always lose but you don't have to yell."

"STOP IT!" Bobby yelled. Again, everyone turned to stare. Alex pushed Bobby's book pile one book at a time knocking each of them slightly askew.

"Then give me the sharpener back," Alex said through clenched teeth. Bobby leaned back in his chair and ignored her.

2:25PM

Alex sighed, annoyed. Megan continued to stare at Mike and Mike continued to ignore her. Bobby flipped through an old issue of the Smithsonian. The calm went on for a few more minutes, a surrender on all their parts. Megan exhaled loudly and Alex shot her a look, which Megan missed.

"I'm so bored!" Megan declared loudly, plaintively.

"Oh come on, Wheeler," Mike groaned.

"If Ross comes out, you'd better hope this case goes to you guys," Alex threatened. The foursome sat still, waiting, afraid to even sneeze. It remained quiet. Alex made a fortune teller out of a scrap of paper. Bobby continued to flip through his magazine. Megan gave up hope on her staring contest and started to clean out her desk drawer. Mike stared at the clock. 2:37PM.

3:00PM

The phone is Ross's office rang. The foursome froze. Captain Ross hung up his phone and sighed. He opened his door and called out to his detectives.

"I'm going to need all four of you on this one." Ross walked back to his desk and shoved all the paper airplanes he'd made into his drawer. His detectives filed in, taking their usual spots in his office; Mike and Megan front and center, Bobby and Alex standing by the window. Ross sighed and looked at each of them pointedly.

"All right, first things first," Ross started, "who the hell jinxed us?!"