1.85.10 Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
[OOC: Most definitely LOCKED]
Leaving from One Police Plaza was a bad idea to begin with, but we didn’t really have a choice - we both had work to do and the opera was at eight. Getting to Lincoln Center on time would have been impossible otherwise.
At least Eames isn’t someone who will go gossip at the water cooler. I know that Logan and Goren already suspect (had to surround ourselves with detectives, didn’t we?) and I’m only glad they weren’t around to add fuel to the flame.
I’ve been stood up by cops on dates before. The job happens and I get that. With Lennie, I learned to deal with it. He always made it up to me and always just…had that way that made it impossible to be mad at him for long.
So why am I still so pissed?
I could have gone to the damn thing myself, alone. I was certainly dressed for it. There was just something…you know, I’ve left pre-planned appointments, dates, my own son for the job. I know better than to blame, and I have no right judging cops who put their families aside for the better good.
But just once…
No, there was once. Just thinking about it makes me smile and I’m glad that today I can smile about him instead of grow melancholy. We were supposed to go out. It was my birthday and so of course, a call came in to the 2-7 right at quitting time.
“Briscoe, Logan,” Van Buren called out. “Dead actress out on 40th, get going.”
“Not tonight, Lieu,” Lennie protested, trying to be charming about it.
“Excuse me?” Anita gave him a look.
“Her birthday only comes once a year,” he insisted. “Get Profaci to go with Logan.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed.
After a little more sweet-talking, the Lieutenant finally softened. “Tell you what. If you can convince Profaci to cover you, you can go.”
I heard through the grapevine that Profaci finally took a bribe (er, bribe may not be the right word. Oh, the sad irony) $100 and the promise that Lennie would get him donuts that week and went off to the scene with Logan.
It was the first (and only) time that someone distinctly chose me over the job.
It was foolish to think it would happen again.
Really, I’m mad at myself.
You open yourself up - and you put yourself at great risk. It starts easily enough, with quiet conversation, a touch to the elbow, a mischievous smile. And the next thing you know, you’re forgetting everything you’ve learned about yourself and about what happens when you let someone in.
Until it’s too late and you’ve fallen. Hard.
The moral of the story is, don’t fall. So you see, I won’t.
[Word Count: 459]
Leaving from One Police Plaza was a bad idea to begin with, but we didn’t really have a choice - we both had work to do and the opera was at eight. Getting to Lincoln Center on time would have been impossible otherwise.
At least Eames isn’t someone who will go gossip at the water cooler. I know that Logan and Goren already suspect (had to surround ourselves with detectives, didn’t we?) and I’m only glad they weren’t around to add fuel to the flame.
I’ve been stood up by cops on dates before. The job happens and I get that. With Lennie, I learned to deal with it. He always made it up to me and always just…had that way that made it impossible to be mad at him for long.
So why am I still so pissed?
I could have gone to the damn thing myself, alone. I was certainly dressed for it. There was just something…you know, I’ve left pre-planned appointments, dates, my own son for the job. I know better than to blame, and I have no right judging cops who put their families aside for the better good.
But just once…
No, there was once. Just thinking about it makes me smile and I’m glad that today I can smile about him instead of grow melancholy. We were supposed to go out. It was my birthday and so of course, a call came in to the 2-7 right at quitting time.
“Briscoe, Logan,” Van Buren called out. “Dead actress out on 40th, get going.”
“Not tonight, Lieu,” Lennie protested, trying to be charming about it.
“Excuse me?” Anita gave him a look.
“Her birthday only comes once a year,” he insisted. “Get Profaci to go with Logan.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed.
After a little more sweet-talking, the Lieutenant finally softened. “Tell you what. If you can convince Profaci to cover you, you can go.”
I heard through the grapevine that Profaci finally took a bribe (er, bribe may not be the right word. Oh, the sad irony) $100 and the promise that Lennie would get him donuts that week and went off to the scene with Logan.
It was the first (and only) time that someone distinctly chose me over the job.
It was foolish to think it would happen again.
Really, I’m mad at myself.
You open yourself up - and you put yourself at great risk. It starts easily enough, with quiet conversation, a touch to the elbow, a mischievous smile. And the next thing you know, you’re forgetting everything you’ve learned about yourself and about what happens when you let someone in.
Until it’s too late and you’ve fallen. Hard.
The moral of the story is, don’t fall. So you see, I won’t.
[Word Count: 459]