Title: Name Your Terms

Author: Python

Fandom: Law & Order

Pairing: Briscoe/McCoy

Series: Deleted Scenes 2003-04 season. Inspired by the ep "Floater"

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Name Your Terms
by Python

Lennie grabbed his jacket from the closet by the front door and pulled it on. "Are you sure that Marchetti didn't kill his wife?" he called into the kitchen.

"Mrs. Marchetti was in a fender-bender. That explains her broken nose and her blood in the car," Jack explained, coming into the room.

Lennie took Jack's jacket, handed it to him, and closed the closet. "That doesn't mean that he didn't do it."

Jack slipped his coat on. "I know, but Serena suspects Ravi Patel."

Lennie's eyebrow rose. "He's a divorce attorney and thereby the scum of the Earth, but what makes her think that he's involved?"

Jack chuckled. "He pads his fees big time, charged one client three thousand dollars for a dinner that only cost three hundred. The clients never mind because he's very good at getting what they want. Serena thinks that Mrs. Marchetti may have been trying to blackmail him into taking her case. If Mrs. Marchetti blew the whistle, Patel could have been disbarred."

"It sounds like he's got a good deal going, but would he kill someone over it?"

"Aren't you the one that always says that people kill for sex or money?"

Lennie nodded. "Or both."

Jack zipped Lennie's jacket. "But we don't know anything for sure. We have to poke around a little more and see what we can come up with."

Lennie reached for the door handle. "I still like the husband for it," he muttered.

Jack snorted. "You always like the husband for it."

"I've been through two divorces. I know what it's like to want to kill your ex."

"Hey, me too, but most of us divorced men don't do it."

Lennie opened the door. "If they did, there would be bodies piled up everywhere."

Jack pushed Lennie out. "And then we'd never get a vacation."

Lennie laughed. "We don't now."

Jack locked their door and put an arm through Lennie's and they started down the hall. "We've got one planned for two weeks in December. We're going to spend the holidays with Julia's family in Florida, remember?"

"Dealing with relatives is not a vacation," Lennie retorted half-seriously.

"You and your daughter get along fine."

"It's not Julia I'm worried about. It's her in-laws."

They stopped at the elevator and Jack pressed the button. "It'll be fine."

Lennie wasn't so sure. He had nothing against Julia's husband, Keith, but his family was just strange. "I hope so."

"I know so." Jack rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "What time's tip-off?"

"Seven-thirty."

"The Bulls are gonna win."

Lennie shook his head. "You know better than that. The Bulls haven't had a good team in years. The Knicks all the way."

Jack's eyes sparked mischievously. "Wanna make a bet?"

The elevator doors opened. Lennie pushed Jack inside, pinned Jack against the wall with his body, and kissed him, hard. "All right, Jack. Name your terms," he growled as the doors shut.

The End