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FIC: Explosive, Part 37/43

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“Has he started pointing fingers yet?”

Van Buren gave McCoy an amused look as he stepped into the observation room beside her.  “You running this case?”

He gave her a blank look that quickly transformed to sheepishness.  “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“So, has he started—”

“Not yet.”  She indicated the window and the suspect beyond in with a nod of her head.  “What makes you think he’ll break first?”

“Because that’s what Martins trained him to do,” he replied, his eyes snickering.  “Point fingers.  In fact, Martins taught him that it’s a very effective strategy.”

“He also taught him to believe in the blue wall,” Van Buren pointed out.

“That’s something I’ve never understood,” he muttered.  “Why anyone would protect someone who gives your entire profession a bad name….”

She gave him another amused look.  “You’re right.  You don’t get it.”

“Well, at least I’m aware of that fact.”  He smiled at her, and they fell silent for a moment, listening to Lupo and Salazar verbally abuse Johnson and Johnson’s PBA representative try to stop them.  Bernard was sitting quietly, occasionally interjecting a comment; he was the ‘good cop’ for this round.

“How’s Mike?” Van Buren asked then.  McCoy shrugged slightly.

“I haven’t talked to him since this morning.  He was going to try to get his driver’s license replaced, so he didn’t have to fight the crowds tomorrow morning.”

“There are always crowds at the DMV.”

He conceded the point and chewed his lip for a moment.  “I should tell him that we picked up our suspects.”

At that point, Johnson said, “I only did what the Deputy Chief told me to do.”

McCoy’s eyes lit up and he grinned at Van Buren.  “The Nuremburg defense.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him.  “He’s only one of the three.”

“‘Give me a lever long enough, and I can move the world,’” he quoted.  “He just handed us a lever.  Let’s see how long it is.”


The news that Johnson had buckled seemed to come as a blow to Hatch, whose resolve crumbled barely an hour later.  He not only implicated Martins, but three other cops who had allegedly been in on the Deputy Chief’s schemes.

At that point, Van Buren had quietly reminded McCoy of John Flynn, who had accused Lennie Briscoe of corruption to save his own sorry skin.  McCoy nodded: message received.

Martins himself stated that he was a decorated officer and he wanted his day in court and refused to say anything more, even when he was told that Hatch, too, had given him up.

“That’s fine,” McCoy muttered.  “I look forward to kicking his ass.”

Van Buren chuckled.  “I’m sure you do.”


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Tags: character: anita van buren, character: jack mccoy, fanfic: law & order, genre: angst

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