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G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,631
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2
Recommended:
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I don't own Law and Order or the characters on the show. I'm not making any money from this story. I do own my own original characters.
Lunch?
*Dum dum*
CENTRAL PARK
Maggie reached into her satchel to get some money to pay the hotdog vendor.
“No no,” he smiled. “It’s paid for already. Your friend from the other week was here a few minutes ago and bought your lunch for you.”
“The big guy?” Maggie said, surprised.
“Yeah,” the vendor smiled. “He said he’d be waiting on the same bench for you if you wanted to see him.”
Goren looked up as Maggie sat down beside him. He hadn’t expected to see her, but Eames had been confident that Maggie would turn up. She’d told her partner that “eventually every mad woman will eat.”
“Are you allowed to buy lunch for a murder suspect?” Maggie asked, icily. “Doesn’t that create some kind of conflict of interest?”
“Well, first of all,” Goren said. “You’re not actually a suspect yet because your whereabouts on the nights of both murders haven’t been established.”
“I was home on both nights,” Maggie said.
“Alone?”
“Yes. Alone.”
Goren stretched his long legs out and watched as she sipped her Coke. It had been Eames’ idea for him to buy her lunch again. He hadn’t wanted to because he’d figured there’d be a complaint filed against him for sure. His partner was right, though. He didn’t know that much about women.
“Did you call anyone?” he asked. “Friends, family?”
“No,” Maggie said. She bit the end of her straw and looked sideways at him before leaning back against the bench and watching the squirrels.
“Did anyone call you?”
“No.”
Goren looked sideways at her. “Do you usually spend your evenings alone?” It surprised him a little that she might. He’d figured that someone as famous as her would be out a lot more.
She sipped her Coke and slouched into the bench a little. “That’s not a crime is it?” she said.
“For a beautiful, smart woman like you?” Goren found himself saying. “Yeah, I’d call it a crime.” He kept his face straight, but he winced inwardly as he waited for her to snap at him and call the chief to complain. Maggie blushed and looked away for a minute like she was hit by a wave of shyness. She cleared her throat and looked back at the detective, only to find him smiling brightly.
“I um...” she said. “Um, thanks,” she smiled back. Goren thought it was interesting that she wasn’t upset. He found himself looking down at his Coke.
“Just my professional opinion,” he said, still smiling.
Maggie raised an eyebrow and forced her eyes away from his sexy smile. “I thought you were a cop, not a psychoanalyst,” she said.
Goren chuckled to himself. “I like to think of myself as a bit of both. You know, you’re a bit of a psychoanalyst yourself... your characters are really believable and multi-dimensional.” He cocked his head to one side to watch her reaction.
“Are you hitting on me, Detective?” Maggie asked suddenly. She sipped her drink coyly and turned in her seat to face him.
“Honestly?” he sighed. Goren propped his elbow on the back of the low bench and rested his head on his fist.
“Well, I’d like to think you wouldn’t lie to me,” she said. “Although I guess you’re allowed to lie to a suspect to extract a confession, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, we are,” he nodded. “But I haven’t had to lie to you... not yet, anyway.” He rubbed his hand over his smooth face, still unused to not feeling stubble. “To indirectly answer your question, I’m not hitting on you because that would be a potential conflict of interest. However, I’m very interested in solving this case as quickly as possible, if that makes sense.”
Maggie found herself giggling like she hadn’t done in a long time. He laughed with her and it felt good.
CENTRAL PARK
Maggie reached into her satchel to get some money to pay the hotdog vendor.
“No no,” he smiled. “It’s paid for already. Your friend from the other week was here a few minutes ago and bought your lunch for you.”
“The big guy?” Maggie said, surprised.
“Yeah,” the vendor smiled. “He said he’d be waiting on the same bench for you if you wanted to see him.”
Goren looked up as Maggie sat down beside him. He hadn’t expected to see her, but Eames had been confident that Maggie would turn up. She’d told her partner that “eventually every mad woman will eat.”
“Are you allowed to buy lunch for a murder suspect?” Maggie asked, icily. “Doesn’t that create some kind of conflict of interest?”
“Well, first of all,” Goren said. “You’re not actually a suspect yet because your whereabouts on the nights of both murders haven’t been established.”
“I was home on both nights,” Maggie said.
“Alone?”
“Yes. Alone.”
Goren stretched his long legs out and watched as she sipped her Coke. It had been Eames’ idea for him to buy her lunch again. He hadn’t wanted to because he’d figured there’d be a complaint filed against him for sure. His partner was right, though. He didn’t know that much about women.
“Did you call anyone?” he asked. “Friends, family?”
“No,” Maggie said. She bit the end of her straw and looked sideways at him before leaning back against the bench and watching the squirrels.
“Did anyone call you?”
“No.”
Goren looked sideways at her. “Do you usually spend your evenings alone?” It surprised him a little that she might. He’d figured that someone as famous as her would be out a lot more.
She sipped her Coke and slouched into the bench a little. “That’s not a crime is it?” she said.
“For a beautiful, smart woman like you?” Goren found himself saying. “Yeah, I’d call it a crime.” He kept his face straight, but he winced inwardly as he waited for her to snap at him and call the chief to complain. Maggie blushed and looked away for a minute like she was hit by a wave of shyness. She cleared her throat and looked back at the detective, only to find him smiling brightly.
“I um...” she said. “Um, thanks,” she smiled back. Goren thought it was interesting that she wasn’t upset. He found himself looking down at his Coke.
“Just my professional opinion,” he said, still smiling.
Maggie raised an eyebrow and forced her eyes away from his sexy smile. “I thought you were a cop, not a psychoanalyst,” she said.
Goren chuckled to himself. “I like to think of myself as a bit of both. You know, you’re a bit of a psychoanalyst yourself... your characters are really believable and multi-dimensional.” He cocked his head to one side to watch her reaction.
“Are you hitting on me, Detective?” Maggie asked suddenly. She sipped her drink coyly and turned in her seat to face him.
“Honestly?” he sighed. Goren propped his elbow on the back of the low bench and rested his head on his fist.
“Well, I’d like to think you wouldn’t lie to me,” she said. “Although I guess you’re allowed to lie to a suspect to extract a confession, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, we are,” he nodded. “But I haven’t had to lie to you... not yet, anyway.” He rubbed his hand over his smooth face, still unused to not feeling stubble. “To indirectly answer your question, I’m not hitting on you because that would be a potential conflict of interest. However, I’m very interested in solving this case as quickly as possible, if that makes sense.”
Maggie found herself giggling like she hadn’t done in a long time. He laughed with her and it felt good.