L&O fic: The Singing Detective
Title: The Singing Detective
Fandom: Law & Order/ L&O:Criminal Intent
Characters: Mike Logan, Megan Wheeler, mentions of Lennie Briscoe & Liz Rodgers.
Word Count: 422
Summary: Come on along and listen to the lullaby of Broadway.
Author's Note: This is what I get when I listen to Jerry Orbach sing while pressed for time on a fic deadline. :) Thanks to neojess for help w/ the idea and classicspector for the super Speedracer beta.
Disclaimer: Duh, I don't own L&O. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfic. "Piece of My Heart" and "Lullaby of Broadway" lyrics property of their respective owners.
Logan looked through a pair of binoculars down the street. Not like that was helping any. Their guy wasn’t anywhere in sight and hadn’t been all day. Still, he and Wheeler continued to sit in the unmarked car, staking out the suspect’s house.
Under her breath, Wheeler began singing a bit of Janis Joplin. She had it stuck in her head. There was no reason her partner shouldn’t suffer as well. “So come on, come on, and take it, take another little piece of my heart…”
“Ah, geez, Wheeler,” Logan looked over at the redhead. “First I gotta listen to Rodgers tryin’ to sing arias in the morgue, now this?”
“I have to listen to you eat,” Wheeler said pointedly. “Not to mention all the other crap you do.”
“That’s different,” Logan said.
“I don’t see how.”
“It just is.” He shook his head. “You know, Lennie could sing. Not like whatever Rodgers does-he could really sing.”
He hadn’t talked terribly much about his former partner, so Megan listened a bit eagerly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Mike nodded, looking ahead as he remembered. “We’d be on a stakeout, not even an hour in, asses already numb, bored as hell-”
“I’m familiar with how a stakeout goes,” Wheeler smirked. Her ass had been numb for a few hours already.
Logan gave her a look. “Anyway, we’d be sittin’ there and he’d just start belting out- come on and listen to the lullaby of Broadwayyy.” His own rendition was hardly on-key.
Wheeler tried to suppress a laugh and curbed it with a mischievous grin.
“He’d get all into it, really fired up, too,” Logan said, his features animated. “When a Broadway baby says goodnight, it’s early in the moooorning…”
His partner winced. “Don’t break the windows, Pavarotti.”
“Bite me,” Logan said, issuing his standard response to half the things she said to him. He raised the binoculars to his face again. “Anyway-ah, crap, there’s our guy.”
In the passenger seat, Wheeler leaned forward, getting into go-mode. Once the perp was close enough, both she and Logan got out at the same time. When the man realized what was going on, he tried to run.
“Don’t even think about it,” Logan said, grabbing him by the collar. “You believe that?” he asked his partner, unable to hide the smirk on his face. He slammed the guy against the hood of the sedan and couldn’t help but add a few more off-key notes as he did so. “Goooodnight, baby…Sleep tight. Let’s call it a day.”
Fandom: Law & Order/ L&O:Criminal Intent
Characters: Mike Logan, Megan Wheeler, mentions of Lennie Briscoe & Liz Rodgers.
Word Count: 422
Summary: Come on along and listen to the lullaby of Broadway.
Author's Note: This is what I get when I listen to Jerry Orbach sing while pressed for time on a fic deadline. :) Thanks to neojess for help w/ the idea and classicspector for the super Speedracer beta.
Disclaimer: Duh, I don't own L&O. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfic. "Piece of My Heart" and "Lullaby of Broadway" lyrics property of their respective owners.
Logan looked through a pair of binoculars down the street. Not like that was helping any. Their guy wasn’t anywhere in sight and hadn’t been all day. Still, he and Wheeler continued to sit in the unmarked car, staking out the suspect’s house.
Under her breath, Wheeler began singing a bit of Janis Joplin. She had it stuck in her head. There was no reason her partner shouldn’t suffer as well. “So come on, come on, and take it, take another little piece of my heart…”
“Ah, geez, Wheeler,” Logan looked over at the redhead. “First I gotta listen to Rodgers tryin’ to sing arias in the morgue, now this?”
“I have to listen to you eat,” Wheeler said pointedly. “Not to mention all the other crap you do.”
“That’s different,” Logan said.
“I don’t see how.”
“It just is.” He shook his head. “You know, Lennie could sing. Not like whatever Rodgers does-he could really sing.”
He hadn’t talked terribly much about his former partner, so Megan listened a bit eagerly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Mike nodded, looking ahead as he remembered. “We’d be on a stakeout, not even an hour in, asses already numb, bored as hell-”
“I’m familiar with how a stakeout goes,” Wheeler smirked. Her ass had been numb for a few hours already.
Logan gave her a look. “Anyway, we’d be sittin’ there and he’d just start belting out- come on and listen to the lullaby of Broadwayyy.” His own rendition was hardly on-key.
Wheeler tried to suppress a laugh and curbed it with a mischievous grin.
“He’d get all into it, really fired up, too,” Logan said, his features animated. “When a Broadway baby says goodnight, it’s early in the moooorning…”
His partner winced. “Don’t break the windows, Pavarotti.”
“Bite me,” Logan said, issuing his standard response to half the things she said to him. He raised the binoculars to his face again. “Anyway-ah, crap, there’s our guy.”
In the passenger seat, Wheeler leaned forward, getting into go-mode. Once the perp was close enough, both she and Logan got out at the same time. When the man realized what was going on, he tried to run.
“Don’t even think about it,” Logan said, grabbing him by the collar. “You believe that?” he asked his partner, unable to hide the smirk on his face. He slammed the guy against the hood of the sedan and couldn’t help but add a few more off-key notes as he did so. “Goooodnight, baby…Sleep tight. Let’s call it a day.”