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basricTITLE: "The Pot Simmers"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 698
RATING: M
A/N: Continuing story of a MCS detective who happens to be a serial killer, lusting after Alex but afraid of Bobby.( L&O100PLUS for previous installment)
She didn’t bother to knock, just used her key. Found him sitting on his couch in sweats with a bottle of beer on the table beside him.
“Ross send you to collect me?”
At least his voice wasn’t slurred, she narrowed her eyes. . . the bottle was full, “As a matter of fact yes. You don’t show, we both get in trouble.”
With a heavy sigh he rose and faced her, bottle in hand. She simply pointed down towards his room, “Shower and dress Goren. You got thirty minutes.”
Alex snatched the bottle from his hand as he passed, he did not resist just gave her another disgusted sigh.
She walked to the kitchen and was half tempted to drink the beer herself just to get through dealing with him, but poured it down the drain. Thought a moment then checked the fridge and freezer. A large glass of OJ and a splash of Grey Goose Vodka from the freezer. A little something to take the chill off and help her make it through the day. HE’D never know unless she kissed him which she wouldn’t.
He made it in twenty minutes. She was pleased he had shaved and that the weight he’d lost made him look…well hot in his uniform. “You look nice.”
“Yeah, yeah…let’s go get this over with.
Once in the SUV Alex glared at him in frustration, “You know its an honor to get this medal and this is your third.”
“You shouldn’t get medals or accommodations for doing your job.”
“Bobby, your job wasn’t to go into a burning building you were passing by and rescuing four little children. That’s what the fire department is for. You want them doing your job?”
“If I’d waited, they’d have died.”
That thought sent w thrill of terror through her that he had taken such a risk, damn him. In the hospital for three days for smoke inhalation. She didn’t want to remember the call from Ross telling her the situation. But here he was alive, with a sore throat and short temper.
“Okay, then that’s called ‘beyond the call of duty’ so take your accommodation and medal, say thank you, smile for the press and go home.
“I hate this, Alex. I really do. Let’s change the subject.”
“Fine. Let’s talk about last Friday night and what you did to run Jim off. Tell me.
“I caught him putting something in your drink.”
“Bobby, you must’ve misunderstood…”
“I knew you’d say that.”
“You don’t like him.”
“No. He’s wrong.”
“Wrong? Good God, Bobby I’ve been dating since we’ve been partners and I have been sexually active without your persmission, you’ve never acted like this before. And you can’t say its office fraternization because a few years ago you hit every vagina in the building at 1PP but mine.”
“Alex!”
“Women talk , Bobby.”
“And Jim didn’t need to put anything in my drink because I was going to go home with him to have sex anyway so what would have been the point? And he knew it.”
Bobby sat and brooded the remainder of the trip while Alex waffled between being flattered he care so much and angry he cared to much.
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Rawlings sat at the back of the room, he’d smiled brightly at Alex and Bobby as they entered. Stood and applauded when everyone else did. Beneath the surface hatred curdled not just because Goren was getting all this undeserved recognition but because he and Alex were casual enough that she fixed his tie and smoothed down his wayward curls. Then he DARED to gently touch her cheek with a finger and whispered something to her that made her smile. He smiled but his hands fisted in pent up rage.
Bobby truly hated these things and had asked Ross why they couldn’t just give it to him in the office or mail it. Ross having learned that his best detective wanted no praise. He just wanted to do his job so he tried placating him then issued an order that the entire MCS would attend. He took Liz who was amused at his bulldog tactics with Goren and the squad.
“Maybe you have instruct me later,” she whispered bringing his color up a few notches.
Alex fussed over Bobby to keep him distracted, her heart turned over as he ran a finger over her cheek oh so tenderly and bent and whispered as they called his name, “I hate all this fucking Pomp and Circumstance. You owe me a scotch for all this.”
She returned his sardonic smile with a blazing one of her own.
Rawlings watched and hated. Time for Goren to die.
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 698
RATING: M
A/N: Continuing story of a MCS detective who happens to be a serial killer, lusting after Alex but afraid of Bobby.( L&O100PLUS for previous installment)
She didn’t bother to knock, just used her key. Found him sitting on his couch in sweats with a bottle of beer on the table beside him.
“Ross send you to collect me?”
At least his voice wasn’t slurred, she narrowed her eyes. . . the bottle was full, “As a matter of fact yes. You don’t show, we both get in trouble.”
With a heavy sigh he rose and faced her, bottle in hand. She simply pointed down towards his room, “Shower and dress Goren. You got thirty minutes.”
Alex snatched the bottle from his hand as he passed, he did not resist just gave her another disgusted sigh.
She walked to the kitchen and was half tempted to drink the beer herself just to get through dealing with him, but poured it down the drain. Thought a moment then checked the fridge and freezer. A large glass of OJ and a splash of Grey Goose Vodka from the freezer. A little something to take the chill off and help her make it through the day. HE’D never know unless she kissed him which she wouldn’t.
He made it in twenty minutes. She was pleased he had shaved and that the weight he’d lost made him look…well hot in his uniform. “You look nice.”
“Yeah, yeah…let’s go get this over with.
Once in the SUV Alex glared at him in frustration, “You know its an honor to get this medal and this is your third.”
“You shouldn’t get medals or accommodations for doing your job.”
“Bobby, your job wasn’t to go into a burning building you were passing by and rescuing four little children. That’s what the fire department is for. You want them doing your job?”
“If I’d waited, they’d have died.”
That thought sent w thrill of terror through her that he had taken such a risk, damn him. In the hospital for three days for smoke inhalation. She didn’t want to remember the call from Ross telling her the situation. But here he was alive, with a sore throat and short temper.
“Okay, then that’s called ‘beyond the call of duty’ so take your accommodation and medal, say thank you, smile for the press and go home.
“I hate this, Alex. I really do. Let’s change the subject.”
“Fine. Let’s talk about last Friday night and what you did to run Jim off. Tell me.
“I caught him putting something in your drink.”
“Bobby, you must’ve misunderstood…”
“I knew you’d say that.”
“You don’t like him.”
“No. He’s wrong.”
“Wrong? Good God, Bobby I’ve been dating since we’ve been partners and I have been sexually active without your persmission, you’ve never acted like this before. And you can’t say its office fraternization because a few years ago you hit every vagina in the building at 1PP but mine.”
“Alex!”
“Women talk , Bobby.”
“And Jim didn’t need to put anything in my drink because I was going to go home with him to have sex anyway so what would have been the point? And he knew it.”
Bobby sat and brooded the remainder of the trip while Alex waffled between being flattered he care so much and angry he cared to much.
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Rawlings sat at the back of the room, he’d smiled brightly at Alex and Bobby as they entered. Stood and applauded when everyone else did. Beneath the surface hatred curdled not just because Goren was getting all this undeserved recognition but because he and Alex were casual enough that she fixed his tie and smoothed down his wayward curls. Then he DARED to gently touch her cheek with a finger and whispered something to her that made her smile. He smiled but his hands fisted in pent up rage.
Bobby truly hated these things and had asked Ross why they couldn’t just give it to him in the office or mail it. Ross having learned that his best detective wanted no praise. He just wanted to do his job so he tried placating him then issued an order that the entire MCS would attend. He took Liz who was amused at his bulldog tactics with Goren and the squad.
“Maybe you have instruct me later,” she whispered bringing his color up a few notches.
Alex fussed over Bobby to keep him distracted, her heart turned over as he ran a finger over her cheek oh so tenderly and bent and whispered as they called his name, “I hate all this fucking Pomp and Circumstance. You owe me a scotch for all this.”
She returned his sardonic smile with a blazing one of her own.
Rawlings watched and hated. Time for Goren to die.
