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‘Wanna see what's under that attitude’ with Michael Cutter (Law and Order) I binged all 3 of his seasons after reading those two fics.

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Companion piece to:

Better Friends - Mike tells you you need better friends.

What Are You Going To Do About It - Mike gets a little jealous.

Spot the CSI NY Easter Egg

You’ve got an attitude tonight, Mike can tell from the way you slam the door to your office, the glass trembling in the panel as the noise vibrates through the entire floor. He just thanks Christ it’s past nine pm and the building is practically empty otherwise all sorts of rumours would be flying. He waits for the desk lamp to flick on before he makes his approach. He leaves his phone on his desk, the text from Audrey still on his screen.

Your head is in your hands when he enters the office and he feels something twist in his chest as you look up at him with mascara smeared under your eyes from where your you’ve rubbed your palms into the sockets.

“I didn’t know she was your friend.” He tells you as he closes the door behind him. “I wouldn’t have slept with her otherwise.”

That’s the deal, fuck who you want but friends are off limits. It’s a way of setting boundaries, of proving that this thing between the two of you is nothing more than casual. The problem is Mike may talk a good game but his feelings for you they go far beyond the occasional fuck when one of you needs to vent a little stress. It isn’t until now that he realises that it cuts both ways.

“What are we doing?” He asks gesturing between the two of you. “Because this, this clearly isn’t working.”

“I don’t fucking know anymore Mike.” You say sagging back into your seat. “All I can tell you is that right now it feels like someone has just ripped my heart right out of chest.”

“That’s exactly how I felt.” He tells you as he walks around to your side of the desk and kneels before you. “When I saw you at the Mayor’s Ball with Don Flack, if felt like you had rammed your stiletto straight into my rib cage.”

He cups your face between his palms, his lips brushing over the salt on your cheeks.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “All I want is to be with you.”

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