One Hour & Thirteen Minutes
A/N: This story takes place after the episode 'Responsible' where those drunk teenagers are caught on video calling Liz Donnelly an "old witch". This story is also dedicated to mccoylover and she knows why. I hope you enjoy it and please leave a review.
One hour and thirteen minutes. That's exactly how long it took for news of the video to sweep through the building like wildfire. Liz was surprised it had taken that long. The courthouse was like a fishbowl. Gossip was swapped more often than plea deals. Secrets were blurted out like confessions. And no one, be it a custodian or even a judge, was immune from the whispers and innuendo. Which is why, one hour and thirteen minutes after Detective Stabler had discovered that video, Liz Donnelly was the desired topic of conversation. Some people reacted with horror, others with barely concealed glee. After all, it wasn't everyday that a tough, no-bullshit judge was called out by a bunch of boozy teenagers.
En route to her chambers, Liz rounded the corridor and came upon a giggling group of assistants. They instantly fell silent, their eyes trained to the ground like guilty children in front of a headmistress. Liz gave them her most threatening glare, which of course, had it's desired effect. They scattered like rats, not even bothering to mumble something about a bail hearing or transcripts that needed to be typed. They were running for their lives and they knew it.
Liz opened the door to her private chambers, feeling very drained by the whole experience. She knew, come tomorrow, the audio from that tape was going to be some jerk lawyer's ring tone. But she'd worry about that tomorrow. Right now she just wanted to pour herself a drink and forget about the whole terrible day. But upon entering her office, she knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Jack McCoy was sitting on her sofa with a big grin. She braced herself for the inevitable joke. "Hello, Liz," he managed in an even tone.
"Jack." She walked across the room to remove her robe when something caught her eye. On top of her desk was a large, strangely shaped box. She turned back to face the grinning E.D.A. "What's that?"
She eyed him suspiciously. "What is it?"
"Just open it." Jack stood up and closed the distance between them. He wasn't even bothering to conceal his smile anymore.
She hesitated for a moment. Then, with a defeated sigh, removed the top. She scowled instantly. "Jack-"
"Well, aren't you going to try it on?" He pulled the black witch's hat out of the box and unceremoniously plopped it onto Liz's head.
She glared at him.
"I'm just sorry I couldn't get a cauldron past security." He stepped back to admire his handy work. "It's perfect for your weekly meetings at the coven, don't you think?"
"Get out of my office," she requested, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of her mouth. "You're not amusing me."
"But I'm not finished yet." He walked behind her desk, producing a dirty old broom. "You need this to complete your ensemble. I hope you like it. My assistant had to steal it from the janitor's closet."
"You desperately need a hobby, you know that?"
"You're probably right." Jack handed her the broom. Then, before she could react, pulled a camera phone out his pocket and snapped a picture.
"Jack, no!" He was already moving toward the door at an impressive speed. "Come back here!" Liz paused for a beat, deciding she might as well embrace her new persona. "I'll get you for this, Jack McCoy and your little assistant too!"
A/N: I love reviews more than Liz...Well, no, that's not true...But I greatly appreciate them.