Where I Come From
By: CatherineJosephineMarie007
Author's Notes: I'm currently writing something a little longer about Connie and Mike, but I heard this song and thought it would make the perfect song fic. So, bear with me while I write the longer one!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Law and Order, Connie Ribirosa or Mike Cutter (although I wish I owned Mike). I also do not own the lyrics to 'Lullaby'. They belong to The Dixie Chicks.
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Connie Ribirosa was new to the DA's office. She came to New York to work for Jack McCoy in the District Attourney's office. New York was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She felt like maybe fate had a hand in bringing her here.
Mike Cutter was another new addition to the DA's office. Connie met him for the first time on her first day of work. She could see immediately that he was not a typical executive ADA. He'd had all the 'lawyerly' dark wood in his office painted over with a welcoming cream colour, and his walls and desk were riddles with baseball memorabilia. The first time she met Mike, she knew something was different.
They
didn't have you where I come from
Never knew the best was yet to
come
Life began when I saw your face
And I hear your laugh like
a serenade
She looked at him as he smiled at her and shook her hand. He had comforting lines around his eyes, and cute little dimples when he grinned. After their first case, she felt a peculiar feeling come over her. Unwelcome and unprofessional thoughts began to fill her mind.
How
long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever
enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause
I'm never, never giving you up
A few months after their first meeting, Connie got a late- night call. It was a guy called Matt from a bar downtown. Mike was sitting there passed out and her card was in his wallet. He wanted her to come get him, since the bar was closing. Connie mumbled something along the lines of 'I'll be right there', and got up.
Mike was slumped over on a bar stool, arms tossed across the oak bar. Connie nodded her thanks to Matt the bartender and took a seat next to her boss. They'd lost a difficult case that afternoon, one they'd promised the victim's parents they'd win.
"Connie!" Mike said happily. "What'yre you doin' here?"
"I'm here to take you home Mike." She replied, taking his jacket off the bar. "Come on, I have a cab waiting."
They went back to Connie's apartment, where an almost giddy Mike stumbled down the hall and jumped into her bed. She laughed softly, deciding to humour him for the night.
I
slip in bed when you're asleep
To hold you close and feel your
breath on me
Tomorrow there'll be so much to do
So tonight I'll
drift in a dream with you
How
long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever
enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause
I'm never, never giving you up
"Connie?" asked a soft voice. Connie turned over in bed to see her boss propped against her pillows and looking at her confusedly.
"Hey. Sorry, you were drunk, and you weren't in a position to walk."
Mike nodded pensively and shifted farther away from her. "Okay. Did I come in here?"
Connie nodded. "Yeah. The bar called me early this morning, asking me to come pick you up."
"I'm sorry." He murmured.
"Was it the Dickenson case?" she asked. Mike sat up and tossed the duvet off him. He sat with his elbows on his knees.
"Yeah. We promised her parents we'd get him, Connie, and we failed them."
"We tried, Mike. We can't do any more than that. Mr and Mrs Dickenson understood that. We were dealt a lousy hand with that case. It would have been a miracle if we'd won."
As
you wander through this troubled world
In search of all things
beautiful
You can close your eyes when you're miles away
And
hear my voice like a serenade
He nodded. Connie saw the lines in his face dissipate slowly. He turned and gave her a little smirk, the old Mike returning.
"How hung over are you?" she asked, a little smile on her face.
"A lot," Mike groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee."
"Okay."
Connie said, getting up and going to her closet. She could hear Mike
in the kitchen, closing drawers and cupboards. She finally gave in
and let the thoughts threatening to overtake her mind flow free. Her
heart beat faster every time he was near. She had trouble catching
her breath. She had all the symptoms. Connie Ribirosa was in love
with her boss. Nothing was the same anymore.
How
long do you want to be loved How long do you want to be
loved
Is forever enough, is forever
enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause
I'm never, never giving you up
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want
to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you
up
Is forever enough
Author's Notes: Kind of off- beat, I know, but I love this song, and I thought that maybe the story should be more thought- based instead of dialogue or smut. But there will be a healthy dose of smut in my next Mike/Connie fic, called 'Force'.