by Sally Stark
******************************************************************* Author Notes This is dedicated, as always, to the "Leather Coat Crowd" , (we know who we are) To my dear Partner, Lennie'sLady, for her loan of Anita, Anita's mom, Maria Scali, and The Signorina. To Isadora, Gaelin, Sleepless, Adrienne, LadyV, Chumby, Mare and Olga. "Sweet Dreams...Baby", to all of you. To the memory of the great Roy Orbison, who makes *me* want to growl in somebody's ear
...and, to CN. *******************************************************************Saturday, June 10th - 8:00am Mike stretched as he rolled over to turn off the alarm. Even after 4 months of enforced "down-time", he still couldn't get used to sleeping this late. A lot had happened in those 4 months since the shooting. Kate was pregnant, and anxiously awaiting the end of the morning sickness that everyone told her would soon be over. There had also been changes at the Briscoes. Lennie had become the father of a tiny, feisty baby girl named Maxie. Kate would watch with amazement as her huge bear of a husband handled the tiny bundle of TNT. "Gosh", she thought, "I can't wait to see him with *ours*". Kate chuckled inwardly at the thought. Right now, she had everything she had ever wanted in life. A husband, a home and a soon to be baby. She'd almost lost the husband, but God had intervened, and she wasn't going to let him out of her sight. Mike took a quick look at himself as he shaved, and thought "Not bad." True, the surgical scars *did* make a difference, but he had lost the 10 pounds that Kate had teased about. That was a bonus, considering he couldn't work out. Suddenly he felt two arms and a soft kiss on the exit scar on his back. "Don't ever leave me", she whispered. "Kathleen McManus", he growled, "if you start the waterworks, I'll go back to having breakfast with Profaci!" Kate smiled. "It was tears of gratitude, Logan. You're all right. All the rest of this---it doesn't matter---you're HERE, and we'll never let you go.... She kissed him again as she led him back to bed. "Oh, the HELL with the laundry.", he thought, as he closed his eyes. 3 hours later 11:00am Two drowsy people were roused by the obnoxious buzz of an intercom. "SHEESH!..,It's Lennie." Mike grabbed the receiver, "What?" The mellow tones of his partner Lennie Briscoe filled his ear. "Did I interrupt something?" Mike grinned at Kate, who stuck her tongue out at him. "Yeah, Partner...you might say that--- Can you give me Ten?" "Ok - But HURRY. Phil's outside with the van, and we still have three pickups..." Mike grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom, while Kate started shoving things into the closet. The Logans lived a pretty laid back life, but when "battle stations" struck, Kate could maneuver like Grant taking Richmond... Today was the day of Kate's "Stork Shower", and none of the men wanted to be within 5 miles of a full blown "Hen Party". The guys were all off to Yankee Stadium for a double header, and the wives were all going to Marie Greevey's comfortable old house. Having raised three children and several grandkids, Marie had decided that her place was the only one durable enough for the 5 rambunctious children who were coming along. 17 year old Jody Greevey would be doing the sitting. "Hey, Ma," she said, "I forgot---who's the shower for again?" Marie replied: You remember Dad's old partner, Mike Logan? It's for his wife, Kate." "Mike?...Wow! I'll say I remember him." Jody blushed. "He used to keep me up at night... ..." "MARY JOSEPHINE GREEVEY... ... I'm glad your father isn't around to hear you say that! He'd spank you silly." Marie was caught between astonishment at her daughter's frankness and a wry appreciation of the girl's excellent taste. Jody laughed. "Oh, Ma. Daddy knew all about it! He said Mike was like flypaper. All the girls liked him. He said that dreams were sweet as long as they stayed dreams, and to save them to look back on. He also told me that if I even *blinked* funny, I'd be in the convent so fast my head would spin." The Greevey ladies smiled at the happy memories as they set out the buffet. Suddenly the air was alive with car horns and kids---The guests were arriving. On The Road 11:30am In the van, Adam and Ben were "discussing" the merits of the pennant race in the American League East. Adam favoured the Yankees, and Ben, playing the "Devil's Advocate", extolled the virtues of the Baltimore Orioles. Paul Robinette and Jack McCoy, being Mets fans, kept their mouths shut and ran interference. In the middle, Profaci, Lennie and Don were arguing the merits of their respective mothers in laws cooking, (Greek, Italian and Irish". Phil was humming the service music for Sunday Mass, and Mike was driving. Ah, yes....Mike was driving. It's not that he was a bad driver...he was very good. Unfortunately, he was like most New Yorkers in that he had developed certain driving tactics that were *not* traditional. Phil still remembered a few chases from the old days that made his hair stand on end. Hitting pot holes at 65mph was not his idea of fun. "Mikey...for Chrissakes slow down!!" Ceretta was gripping the arm rests. "Lennie, how do you stand it?" Lennie looked at Phil with sympathy. "Prayer, my friend....just PRAYER!" Suddenly, as if on cue...A siren blared on the driver's side. The van erupted..."Logan, you jackass...you got us grabbed for speeding." Way to go, partner.." "Cripes...a "brownie".etc. etc. (author's note: a brownie is an inexperienced rookie patrolman, usually young, assigned to traffic duty) The officer got out his notebook. "Ok, guys - where's the fire?" "Doing 70 in a 55 mile zone..." He peered into the van and blanched. There sat his Captain, three of the Detectives he idolised, *and* the DA. Ptl. Pet Leary was about to "funk" and let them off when Mike handed over his license and asked for the citation. "You've never done this before, have you, Leary?", he said with a smile in his eyes. The others watched in amazement as Mike helped the rookie fill out the citation and explained about Traffic Court. Finally, when it was over, Logan told him something that had been taught to him about the law: "No names, no prestige, no rank and no position...We serve the Law and it serves us.. AS EQUALS. That's the majesty of it." Ben looked thoughtful throughout all of this. "Hey Mike, I was curious where you heard that statement about the law...It's great." Mike laughed. " I was just remembering another "brownie", 20 years ago." "I stopped a Limo---turned out to be the Mayor. HE told me that, and said to pass it on one day...Sheesh! 19 years old, and green as grass----" They all laughed, remembering *their* "salad days." From beat cop to traffic "brownie". From storefront lawyer and Public Defender to political "hack". They had all had dreams... ...and continued to achieve them. Back at Marie's 1:00pm Lunch had been served and the party was now going full blast. Kate was ensconced in Max's old chair surrounded by a nest of wrapping paper, and everything from mountains of diapers to a portable crib. Shirley Profaci made everybody smile when she presented an infintisimal NYPD tee shirt and cap with the Detective's shield. Anita Briscoe gave her partner in crime two "snugglies". One for Momma and one for Poppa. Worn like a kangaroo pouch, both baby and parent could get plenty of cuddles, and yet their hands were free. A shout went up when Kate opened Anita's other box. Inside was a thoroughly unmotherly black silk nightgown trimmed with lace as delicate as a spider's web. Everybody started to grin until Kate opened the card. Anita had made a certificate entitling the new parents to 1 night a week of overnight sitting, open ended. She remembered that during her illness, Kate had mothered the twins and Maxie, Kept Lennie on an even keel, and still wrapped Mike around her little finger. "That's what Partners are for!", she'd say. Anita would always remember... A good time was being had by all, when the last guest arrived. A hush came over the room as Maria Scali (Anita's mom) entered with a very special visitor. All the Italian ladies looked at her with great interest and respect. Marie looked at Elaine Ceretta and whispered, "The Signorina..." The Signorina. A tiny old woman with a nutcracker face and the bright black eyes of a robin. A "wise woman" of Italian legend, said to know everything about mothers and babies. It was also rumoured that she could predict the future. Kate was pretty pragmatic about such things, but there was still enough Irish in her to make her mildly intrigued. The Signorina went to Kate, smiling, and gently placed her hands on the child. Black eyes looked into Irish blue as she spoke for the first time: "You will have a daughter, she said in low, musical tones. "she will gaze upin you with her father's eyes and smile with his smile. She will bear his name. It is ordained that she will follow her own star and choose her own way. She will walk this way alone until love comes to claim her. Two brothers have loved her always, and one will claim her for his own. There will be but one child only, beloved by all. This I do see!" She then took Kate's hands. "I see great love..tested by time and refined by fire. There is great joy as well as sorrow, but you will always be together. It is a love of Gold." Kate shivered a little as Maria led the Signorina away. "Sheesh, 'Nita. Is that what you meant when you said that you and Lennie were "Soulmates"? "Yes," Anita replied, "Momma told me that a Signorina had told her the same thing before I was born." "Well, I can't say that the Irish don't have things like that too, especially in the Old Country", Kate grinned. "but as for me...I'll take New York!" All the ladies started to howl at that, and after a few more cups of tea, the party started to wind down. Marie had turned on the radio to find out how the games came out. "Holy Crap," she said, "The Yankees lost BOTH of them!" The wives shook their heads. There were going to be some grumpy husbands tonight. Each one had a special plan to help sweeten the mood. Elaine Ceretta spoke up. "That's one problem Kate won't have to worry about ....all those extra female hormones..." Kate spun around like a top. "ELAINE! Ye Gods..therere kids around." Kate was as red as a beet. "Come on, Sweetie", Elaine replied "you can't tell me you haven't been climbing the walls. I know *I* did, with my three girls." "So did I", Marie chimed in. "Why did you think Lennie was late for work all the time?" Anita dimpled. "OK, OK...but do we have to...well do we have to be so *bald* about it?" Kate was still pink. Anita hugged her "partner", and replied, "Ok, we'll cool it, but I'll bet you a lunch that the guys talked about the SAME thing!" Back at the flat. 7:00pm "HONEY..., I'm home..." Kate smiled. There was Mike, with open arms. "Golly, I missed you", she said, "Hen Parties are fun, but I need *you* to light my fire". She kissed his cheek. "How was the game?". "Keeripes," he glowered. "That freaking Alomar. Two grand slams. Brother, did they clean *our* clocks". Kate had changed into an oversized NYPD shirt and she climbed into Mike's lap. "Mmmm". he sighed in contentment. "I'm glad she's so tiny", he thought, "I can still get my arms around her.." Kate had already started the music for their Saturday Night "Date". The slinky voice of Roy Orbison filled the air: "Pretty Woman....walking down the street... ...", etc. etc. " *Mercy...* ", Mike said, as Kate growled in his ear... ... censored... ... to be continued... Go back to the 'Song' directory or go back to the fanfic page.
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