Claire was standing near the door with her back turned; she had gotten use to her new boss. He was a bit different than Ben Stone, in a lot of ways. He was not a modest or easily offended man. Jack McCoy was very devoted to his convictions and beliefs.

She was shocked the first time he had changed into his jeans in his office, with her only a few feet away. He was after all, behind the door to his office, occasionally sticking his head out to comment to her. She finally turned away as her modesty had overcome her. She chatted with her back to him, not noticing the other man as he entered.

Detective Mike Logan stood in the doorway, staring at Claire. He assumed she was talking to herself until a voice from behind the door made him jump. He poked his head around and came face to face with Jack. He glanced down, noting the muscular thighs as Jack pulled his jeans up. "Nice legs." Jack grinned and winked at him, making him a bit nervous.

Jack stepped out and buckled his belt. "You're Logan right," Mike nodded and shook his hand.

"Mike Logan, Detective Logan," Mike blushed as Jack scanned his body with his eyes. "Yeah, okay..." He stuttered a bit, not really sure what to say next. "Claire, Briscoe wanted me to give you this." He held up an envelope. Jack took it, but Mike did not let go.

"It's okay detective, I work here too." Mike smiled a goofy smile then released the envelope.

"It's some more information about the case, some files that you needed. I thought I'd drop it by, it's on my way." Claire smiled and nodded at him. She had not said a word since he came in, she had been too busy watching the signals fly in the room.

"Well Mike, thank you." Jack had finished glancing over the documents and handed it to Claire. "Just put it in the case file." He grabbed his coat and helmet. Mike moved out of the way as he clicked off the light.

"Well, I'll get out of your way. Goodnight." Mike took off quickly with Jack watching him go.

"He does have a nice ass, doesn't he." Claire grinned as she spoke, looking up into Jack's wide eyes.

"Has he asked you out?" He clicked the door shut and they started down the hall.

"No, but I think I'm one of the few women he hasn't in this city."

"Maybe he just hasn't found what he's looking for." He raised his eyebrows quickly and smiled. Not bad for an older man she thought as she followed him down the hall.

Downstairs Jack showed Claire to her car and watched until she was safely out of the parking lot. His mind was wandering; it kept seeing Mike's amber eyes watching him. "Down boy, he's definitely not your type."

"You always talk to yourself counselor?" Jack jumped and Mike laughed.

"Don't give an old man a scare like that."

"You don't look so old, I've seen you work out." Jack slung his leg across his motorcycle and sat back, staring at the younger man.

"You want to go have a drink?" Mike shook his head.

"I'd look stupid riding a motorcycle in a suit, don't you think."

"We could swing by your place, you could change." Mike crossed his arms and thought about the suggestion. He was beginning to suspect that his loneliness would soon be over. He had not been in love with Stone, Stone had never confessed his undying love for him either and that's the way they liked it. Sex, companionship, occasional dinner, casual, simple. It was they way they both wanted it. They hadn't been together in months and he was lonely. Jack raised an eyebrow, expecting some answer.

"What could one drink hurt?" He climbed on back of the machine as Jack kick started it. They sped out into traffic. Mike wondered if he had made a mistake in joining this man. He was a bit reckless and wild. The thought of it, mixed with the cooling wind blowing through his hair made him smile and he wrapped his arms around Jack's waist and held on.

Mike changed quickly into jeans and a tee shirt, tossing on a long sleeve plaid shirt. Jack walked around his apartment, waiting, investigating, and wondering. "Ready?" He smiled as Mike walked past him, noting the tightness of the jeans.

A drink turned into two, two into dinner. They followed those events with a walk along the pier. Jack reached out on occasion and ran his fingers down Mike’s arm, nothing too forward or too obvious, subtle and charming as the man himself. Mike smiled as Jack pulled him to a halt. They glanced out over the shimmering water, watching the slow waves lap the shore. The moon caressed the beach below, bathing it in warm yellow light. Jack stepped closer and Mike sighed. He smelled of cigar smoke, sweet and tangy, mixed with a soft after-shave. The meal of pasta left a smell of herbs on his breath as well as the taste on his tongue. Mike nearly melted as Jack’s hands caressed his back, the same sensual way his mouth began working his own. Long moments of not so silent exploring and Jack pulled back. Mike gasped and shook himself to regain control.

“We should get you home.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Mike eagerly climbed on the back of the bike and wrapped his arms around Jack’s waist. They were back at his apartment far too quickly for him, he had begun his exploration of Jack’s body when they slowed and stopped. “Here already?”

“Fraid so.” Jack didn’t turn; he just took off his helmet and sat there.

Mike slowly got off the bike. He pulled the crotch of his jeans, trying to make room for his growing erection. “Want to come in for a drink?” He met Jack’s eyes and smiled.

“I better take a rain check on that detective.”

“Why?”

“I’d like to get to know you better, before I sleep with you.”

“If you think I was suggesting sex then…”

“You weren’t?” Jack frowned. “Then I’m disappointed.” Mike stood there with his mouth open, not really knowing what to say. Jack winked and restarted the bike. “See you around Detective Logan.”

As the bike sped away Mike laughed. “Yes you will counselor, yes you will.”