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perpetual_motionTitle: Hope
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing: Jack McCoy/Lennie Briscoe
Rating: G
Summary: Lennie, Jack, and the end of the day.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to NBC and Wolf.
Author’s Notes: Set during the first episode of “Trial by Jury” [I didn’t consider it the main fandom because it is only mentioned]. Kirbe [Bebe’s character] told Lennie that Jack said that Lennie was ‘one of his favorite cops’. I had to run with it. A little bittersweet. I can’t ignore the cancer.
Hope
By Perpetual Motion
“I’m one of your favorites, huh?”
Jack groaned and stepped back into the kitchen after greeting Lennie with a quick kiss. “Kirbe told you.”
”Yeah.” Lennie grinned as he hung up his suit jacket and followed Jack into the kitchen. “I was welcomed, and then she said I was one of your favorite cops.”
“I’m never living this down.” Jack sounded resigned.
“You’re not. Trust me.” Lennie chuckled at the look on Jack’s face. “I do have a question.”
“Great.”
Lennie ignored Jack’s eye roll. “Why aren’t I your favorite?”
“What?”
“She said I’m ‘one of your favorites’. Why aren’t I your favorite?” Lennie wrapped an arm around Jack’s waist and watched him chop celery for a salad. “There another cop you’re sleeping with that I don’t know about?”
”Oh, yeah,” Jack’s tone was deadpan. “Mike Logan gives great head, and Ed can do this thing with his tongue-“ Jack was silenced when Lennie put a hand over his mouth.
“Forget I asked.” Lennie kissed the back of Jack’s head and stole a few pieces of celery. He walked over to the kitchen table and sat down with a groan.
“You’re feeling okay?” Jack kept his tone neutral, and his eyes on the celery.
“As good as I can feel, I guess.” Lennie toed off his shoes and unknotted his tie. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I did half the legwork I used to do, and I’m exhausted.”
Jack almost told Lennie that he shouldn’t be working when he had treatment three times a week. He held his tongue when he remembered how listless Lennie had been during the few weeks he had been retired. “Did you remember your vitamins this morning?”
Lennie chuckled. “ Yes, Doc.”
Jack smiled at the nickname and tossed the celery into the salad bowl. He mixed it with the rest of the vegetables and carried the salad to the table. He caught the mildly disgusted look Lennie gave the bowl. “Stop it.”
“I miss burgers.” Lennie sighed. “And steak.” He gave another disgusted look to the skinless chicken breast Jack set on the potholder in the middle of the table. “And things that are breaded.”
Jack sat across from Lennie and shook his head. “I slave over a hot oven and cold vegetables, and all you can do is bitch, bitch, bitch.”
Lennie smiled. “Well, one of us has to complain. We won’t earn our bitter old men badges if we don’t.”
Jack laughed. “Don’t you have enough badges?”
“Never hurts to have another.” Lennie poked at his chicken breast.
“As soon as you’re in remission, I’ll take you out for a twelve-ounce prime rib and a loaded potato.”
“Oh, yeah?” Lennie sounded hopeful.
Jack reached out and ran his thumb over Lennie’s knuckles. “Yeah, but you have to eat your vegetables, first.”
“There’s always a catch.” Lennie was smiling as he took his first bite of salad.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing: Jack McCoy/Lennie Briscoe
Rating: G
Summary: Lennie, Jack, and the end of the day.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to NBC and Wolf.
Author’s Notes: Set during the first episode of “Trial by Jury” [I didn’t consider it the main fandom because it is only mentioned]. Kirbe [Bebe’s character] told Lennie that Jack said that Lennie was ‘one of his favorite cops’. I had to run with it. A little bittersweet. I can’t ignore the cancer.
Hope
By Perpetual Motion
“I’m one of your favorites, huh?”
Jack groaned and stepped back into the kitchen after greeting Lennie with a quick kiss. “Kirbe told you.”
”Yeah.” Lennie grinned as he hung up his suit jacket and followed Jack into the kitchen. “I was welcomed, and then she said I was one of your favorite cops.”
“I’m never living this down.” Jack sounded resigned.
“You’re not. Trust me.” Lennie chuckled at the look on Jack’s face. “I do have a question.”
“Great.”
Lennie ignored Jack’s eye roll. “Why aren’t I your favorite?”
“What?”
“She said I’m ‘one of your favorites’. Why aren’t I your favorite?” Lennie wrapped an arm around Jack’s waist and watched him chop celery for a salad. “There another cop you’re sleeping with that I don’t know about?”
”Oh, yeah,” Jack’s tone was deadpan. “Mike Logan gives great head, and Ed can do this thing with his tongue-“ Jack was silenced when Lennie put a hand over his mouth.
“Forget I asked.” Lennie kissed the back of Jack’s head and stole a few pieces of celery. He walked over to the kitchen table and sat down with a groan.
“You’re feeling okay?” Jack kept his tone neutral, and his eyes on the celery.
“As good as I can feel, I guess.” Lennie toed off his shoes and unknotted his tie. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I did half the legwork I used to do, and I’m exhausted.”
Jack almost told Lennie that he shouldn’t be working when he had treatment three times a week. He held his tongue when he remembered how listless Lennie had been during the few weeks he had been retired. “Did you remember your vitamins this morning?”
Lennie chuckled. “ Yes, Doc.”
Jack smiled at the nickname and tossed the celery into the salad bowl. He mixed it with the rest of the vegetables and carried the salad to the table. He caught the mildly disgusted look Lennie gave the bowl. “Stop it.”
“I miss burgers.” Lennie sighed. “And steak.” He gave another disgusted look to the skinless chicken breast Jack set on the potholder in the middle of the table. “And things that are breaded.”
Jack sat across from Lennie and shook his head. “I slave over a hot oven and cold vegetables, and all you can do is bitch, bitch, bitch.”
Lennie smiled. “Well, one of us has to complain. We won’t earn our bitter old men badges if we don’t.”
Jack laughed. “Don’t you have enough badges?”
“Never hurts to have another.” Lennie poked at his chicken breast.
“As soon as you’re in remission, I’ll take you out for a twelve-ounce prime rib and a loaded potato.”
“Oh, yeah?” Lennie sounded hopeful.
Jack reached out and ran his thumb over Lennie’s knuckles. “Yeah, but you have to eat your vegetables, first.”
“There’s always a catch.” Lennie was smiling as he took his first bite of salad.
