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Except it wasn't Mike, it was Ed.
I guess I don't have to ask how things went last night with Jack. Not that he'd tell me; Ed's not Mike. Mike the morning after, you don't wanna hear about. Or maybe you do; there was Taniika with a double I, whose parakeet told dirty limericks. And Sylvia the Contortionist. And Gloria, who had breast implants, which was bizarre because of course I'm picturing my Gloria while trying not to picture my Gloria and thanking god she's not 'my' Gloria any more.
So, since I don't wanna know about Jack's pets or flexibility or implants, I'm real grateful Ed doesn't kiss and tell. I got too much information already last night, when he answered his cell a little breathless. "Green," he said, laughing.
"Ed, we got a break on Swenson."
"Swen- oh! Lennie! Uh, yeah-" and I could hear him struggling to change mental gears, because obviously work was the farthest thing from his mind right then. "You mean the fingerprints?"
"They match."
"The daughter?"
"The mother."
"Dana Swenson?" He broke off and there was some talk in the background. "Yeah, her. No, he said--" then a bit of a mixup while Ed tried to sort out who he was talking to, and then Jack came on the line.
"Dana Swenson? You're sure?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I'll have Serena draw up the warrant."
"OK. Uh, thanks."
So all I really need to know is they're OK, right? Still, this morning's been... awkward. First saying hi was uncomfortable, knowing he knew I knew, and I knew he knew, and you get the picture. But we had a debriefing with Narcotics first thing, so we just sorta nodded to each other and went to work. Regular routine, except for some weird silences here and there. At lunch Ed ducked out with a half-embarrassed grin, which I figured meant he was gonna meet Jack for lunch. And after lunch we went back to half-conversations, until at one point Ed took a deep breath and came out with, "Look, I uh I'm uh, sorry about the last few days..."
And neither of us really knew where to go with that. I managed "Fine, no problem," and that was that.
All I really need to know is they're OK. I think. But I'd like to know if there's anything I should know about. Like are they actually dating or just sleeping together? What can I say or not say? What about boundaries between them as a couple, and us and the DA's office?
Besides, this is awkward, and it doesn't really have to be. So. Here goes.
"So, what happened?" I ask.
"What?"
"With McCoy. And no, I don't need details. I just wanna know what's going on, roughly. So I don't stick my foot in my mouth."
And Ed grins.
On to part 20,Ed's pov, by Cassatt
Rating: PG
Summary: Briscoe
Note: 500 words exactly
Copyright June, 2004 Cirocco
When did Mike Logan transfer back to the 2-7? Because this morning I swear I saw him saunter in whistling his "I got lucky last night" tune.