A Wandering Minstrel (fearciuil) wrote,
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FIC: Explosive, Part 12/43


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“It’s me … I can’t talk long; I’m supposed to give a press conference in five minutes.”

“About Mike’s apartment?”

“Yeah.  How’s he doing?”

“He’s got a low fever.  He woke up for a few minutes about half an hour ago, was perfectly coherent, knew where he was, remembered what had happened, and so forth.  I think he’ll be all right.”

“Good,” McCoy said, relieved.

“Did he lose everything?”  Cynthia’s voice contained an almost wistful tone.

“From what I’m hearing … yeah, I think he did.”  McCoy felt bad just relating that information.

“Jack?”  Yolen popped around the corner.  “We’re about ready.”

“All right,” he replied.  “I’ve got to go.  Love you.”

“Right back atcha.  See you tonight.”

McCoy sighed softly and folded his cell phone, ending the call.  “Where’s this statement I’m supposed to read?”

Yolen handed it to him, and he read it through quickly and nodded.

“Let’s go,” he said.


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Link to [Part 13]
Tags: character: jack mccoy, fanfic: law & order, genre: angst
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