2 Mike Logan ficlets ("In the Beginning" and "Watchmen")
Written for a prompt comm. Nothing terribly extraordinary, but since I have them written, thought I'd share.
Title: In the Beginning...
Fandom: Law & Order
Characters: Mike Logan, Max Greevey
Rating: G
Word Count: 298
Summary: Post-01x01 Prescription for Death.
Author's Notes: First Logan piece I'd written in awhile. The prompt was "Start something" so I decided to try something different and go for a throw-back to literally the first episode ever (yeah, yeah, technically the pilot was Everybody's Favorite Bagman, but they were aired out of order, so nyah.)
“Man, I hope I never have to be admitted into an ER in the middle of the night,” Detective Mike Logan said as he and his partner, Detective Sergeant Max Greevey, walked out of the courthouse.
“No kidding,” Greevey said, putting his hat back on once they stepped outside.
Mike shook his head. “At least there’s one less alcoholic, egomaniac ER doctor out there now.”
It was always something with those white collar professionals. A yuppie who killed someone over a parking space because Mommy didn’t hug him enough, a lawyer who killed his girlfriend because he felt entitled to a mistress and a wife…Mike had no patience for those kinds of people -- guys who looked at him like he was some sort of lower class specimen just because he was a cop, or because he was from the Bronx. In his limited (but oh-so-growing) experience as a homicide detective, he usually found that the City’s upper crust was more difficult to deal with than the lowlife junkies and thugs they looked down upon. He popped the collar of his brown leather jacket and skipped a couple of steps to reach the bottom of the courthouse stairs before his overweight partner.
“So,” he said, changing the subject in a way that most murder cops did when they wanted to quickly brush off the most recent closed case and enjoy the time they had before it was back to a crime scene, “Hot dogs for lunch or the deli?”
Greevey looked at his partner who was ever the eager-beaver, hair flopping in his face, full-on dopey grin. At that sight, Greevey rolled his eyes. “Deli,” the older man said. “It’s warmer than the park bench and there’s less chance of you spillin’ on yourself if you’re sitting down.”
Title: Watchmen
Fandom: Law & Order: Criminal Intent
Characters: Mike Logan, Megan Wheeler
Rating: PG
Word Count: 230
Summary: The detectives find some graffiti on a wall...
Author's Note: This supposes that Logan and Wheeler are currently still partners. Technically inaccurate, but I had a bunny so I went with it.
“ ‘Who watches the watchmen’?” As he spoke in his usual mocking tone, Mike Logan’s brows went up. “What the hell is that crap? Second time I’ve seen that today.” He sniffed, tilting his head toward the subway station. “Once on the way to work and now here,” he jutted his chin toward the brick wall, where the phrase ‘Who watches the watchmen?’ was spray-painted in yellow all-caps.
Megan Wheeler rolled her eyes at her partner. “It’s that movie that’s coming out, you know, Watchmen.” She said the title pointedly. “In the graphic novel, cops go on strike, vigilantes take over administering justice and people throughout the story spray paint the phrase all around New York.” She paused, looking at the tagging. “I guess this is some fan’s way of showing their enthusiasm for the movie.”
Logan didn’t want to know how his partner knew all of this junk. She was younger and had varied interests - that much he knew and he usually preferred to leave it at that. “Cops goin’ on strike, huh?” He thought about that a moment.
Wheeler snorted. “You wouldn’t know what to do without your job.”
“Three words,” Logan said. “Beer, sex, sleep.”
“Didn’t want to know that,” Wheeler mock-glared.
He gave her an unapologetic grin.
She only shook her head.
“Please,” he said. “The friggin’ Batman can have my job any time he wants.”
Title: In the Beginning...
Fandom: Law & Order
Characters: Mike Logan, Max Greevey
Rating: G
Word Count: 298
Summary: Post-01x01 Prescription for Death.
Author's Notes: First Logan piece I'd written in awhile. The prompt was "Start something" so I decided to try something different and go for a throw-back to literally the first episode ever (yeah, yeah, technically the pilot was Everybody's Favorite Bagman, but they were aired out of order, so nyah.)
“Man, I hope I never have to be admitted into an ER in the middle of the night,” Detective Mike Logan said as he and his partner, Detective Sergeant Max Greevey, walked out of the courthouse.
“No kidding,” Greevey said, putting his hat back on once they stepped outside.
Mike shook his head. “At least there’s one less alcoholic, egomaniac ER doctor out there now.”
It was always something with those white collar professionals. A yuppie who killed someone over a parking space because Mommy didn’t hug him enough, a lawyer who killed his girlfriend because he felt entitled to a mistress and a wife…Mike had no patience for those kinds of people -- guys who looked at him like he was some sort of lower class specimen just because he was a cop, or because he was from the Bronx. In his limited (but oh-so-growing) experience as a homicide detective, he usually found that the City’s upper crust was more difficult to deal with than the lowlife junkies and thugs they looked down upon. He popped the collar of his brown leather jacket and skipped a couple of steps to reach the bottom of the courthouse stairs before his overweight partner.
“So,” he said, changing the subject in a way that most murder cops did when they wanted to quickly brush off the most recent closed case and enjoy the time they had before it was back to a crime scene, “Hot dogs for lunch or the deli?”
Greevey looked at his partner who was ever the eager-beaver, hair flopping in his face, full-on dopey grin. At that sight, Greevey rolled his eyes. “Deli,” the older man said. “It’s warmer than the park bench and there’s less chance of you spillin’ on yourself if you’re sitting down.”
Title: Watchmen
Fandom: Law & Order: Criminal Intent
Characters: Mike Logan, Megan Wheeler
Rating: PG
Word Count: 230
Summary: The detectives find some graffiti on a wall...
Author's Note: This supposes that Logan and Wheeler are currently still partners. Technically inaccurate, but I had a bunny so I went with it.
“ ‘Who watches the watchmen’?” As he spoke in his usual mocking tone, Mike Logan’s brows went up. “What the hell is that crap? Second time I’ve seen that today.” He sniffed, tilting his head toward the subway station. “Once on the way to work and now here,” he jutted his chin toward the brick wall, where the phrase ‘Who watches the watchmen?’ was spray-painted in yellow all-caps.
Megan Wheeler rolled her eyes at her partner. “It’s that movie that’s coming out, you know, Watchmen.” She said the title pointedly. “In the graphic novel, cops go on strike, vigilantes take over administering justice and people throughout the story spray paint the phrase all around New York.” She paused, looking at the tagging. “I guess this is some fan’s way of showing their enthusiasm for the movie.”
Logan didn’t want to know how his partner knew all of this junk. She was younger and had varied interests - that much he knew and he usually preferred to leave it at that. “Cops goin’ on strike, huh?” He thought about that a moment.
Wheeler snorted. “You wouldn’t know what to do without your job.”
“Three words,” Logan said. “Beer, sex, sleep.”
“Didn’t want to know that,” Wheeler mock-glared.
He gave her an unapologetic grin.
She only shook her head.
“Please,” he said. “The friggin’ Batman can have my job any time he wants.”