A. N. Okay, this is my first ever SVU fic...so please, please don't flame me. I apologize if I totally get the characters wrong.AnywayI noticed there don't seem to be enough Cragen stories so I thought I'd add this.
Captain Cragen walked quickly into the 16th precinct. Taking a quick sweep of the area he saw Fin working at his desk. Quietly he tried to sneak past him.
"Morning, Captain," Munch called out suddenly,approaching himwith a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
Cragen turned in suprise, a worried look on his face. Fin glanced up.
"Oh, morning, John," Cragen muttered, "Fin."
"Something wrong?" Fin asked, catching the look on Cragen's face.
"You mean other then the coffee," Munch interjected before taking a sip.
Fin shot him a glare and turned back to Cragen.
"No, nothing's wrong," Cragen mumbled. But even as he said it he pulled his jacket, that was drapped thickly over his hand, closer, "Why would you think something's wrong."
"Well, maybe the fact that you're pulling your jacket into a vice grip," Fin replied.
Cragen looked at him, annoyed. Quickly he loosened his hold on the jacket.
"It's nothing," he said walking to his office, "Just a lot of things on my mind...," he wandered in and shut the door loudly.
"Okay," Fin said, staring at the door, "That was just weird."
"No, not really," Munch replied taking a seat at his desk.
Fin turned to look at him incredulously.
"What are you talking about?" he exclaimed, "When have you ever seen Cragen act like that?"
"Never," replied Munch, a thoughtful expression on his face, "Which is why it makes perfect sense..."
"This isn't another one of your conspiracy theories is it?" Fin interrupted immediately.
Munch looked over his glasses at him, "Maybe, why?"
" No reason."
"Well, like I was saying..."
"Shut up, I have work to do."
With that Fin went back to filing reports, oblivious to Munch rolling his eyes and muttering about being underappreciated. The Cragen mystery was forgotten.
Okay, chapter one complete. Please tell me what you think...reviews are appreciated.