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basricTITLE: "MUSIC"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: GOREN/ALEX
WORD COUNT:101
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. FAN FICTION FOR READING ONLY. NO MONEY MADE. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE, ESPECIALLY ME.
Bobby leaned back against the SUV and closed his eyes. Alex experienced a moment of dèjà vu.
They’d come from upstate--an interview back into the city and parked outside 1PP and Bobby stood as now.
“Listen,” he whispered.
Newly partnered and already frustrated with him, What? All I hear is noise.
The traffic, millions of voices, garbage trucks, sirens.
“No. The music of the city.”
That’s the moment she fell in love with him.
She never told him, not when every woman in New York fell at his feet.
Even years later as she stood watching him listen to the music her heart expanded with love. But she’d never tell.
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: GOREN/ALEX
WORD COUNT:101
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. FAN FICTION FOR READING ONLY. NO MONEY MADE. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE, ESPECIALLY ME.
Bobby leaned back against the SUV and closed his eyes. Alex experienced a moment of dèjà vu.
They’d come from upstate--an interview back into the city and parked outside 1PP and Bobby stood as now.
“Listen,” he whispered.
Newly partnered and already frustrated with him, What? All I hear is noise.
The traffic, millions of voices, garbage trucks, sirens.
“No. The music of the city.”
That’s the moment she fell in love with him.
She never told him, not when every woman in New York fell at his feet.
Even years later as she stood watching him listen to the music her heart expanded with love. But she’d never tell.
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