TITLE: Accuse an Honorable Man
SUMMARY: "You're one a them, ain't you"
DISCLAIMER: The setting and characters belong to Dick Wolf, Universal Media Studios, and many people with expensive lawyers. So not mine.
NOTES: Written for the Days of Awesome Jewish Characters ficathon. The prompt was Accusation.

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Lennie Briscoe rolled his eyes at the struggles of a punk who'd shot a little old lady down in her own apartment for fifty bucks and a pair of candlesticks. The two uniforms had a pretty good grip on the kid, so it wasn't like Lennie was in danger.

"You're one a them, ain't you?" the shaven-headed kid yelled.

"You got it, I'm a cop," Lennie said. "What clued you in? The badge, maybe? The air of authority?"

The punk was still struggling and the uniforms were rolling their eyes now. "No, one a them Jews. I can tell by the smell. You people killed Jesus."

Lennie finished bagging the gun for CSU. "Yep, that's me. I'm a few thousand years old. You can tell by the wrinkles."

"You're a dirty Jew."

Sighing, Lennie waved at the uniforms. "Take him away. And it was the Romans who killed Jesus anyway."

"No shit?" a uniform said. "I never knew that."

"I didn't either until last month. I was in the room when someone accused Munch over in Special Victims of being a Jesus-killer. Believe me, I know more than I ever wanted to know about who killed Jesus. Now get the kid out of here."

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