This fic is based around Lieutenant Van Buren's frustration with Michael Cutter following her confrontation with him in the episode FED. I guess in a way it "clarifies" her feeling towards his approach in gaining more refined evidence. I tried really hard to get the character's right. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order and its characters. I do not own some of the expressions used in this story.
Rating: T, for language and adult themes.
Category: Michael Cutter/Lieutenant Van Burren.
Clarity
By LTP-girl
Lieutenant Van Buren was fuming.
She slammed the door behind her furiously, and trudged her way briskly towards her desk, and plonked herself into her chair. She removed a case-file from the tall pile of paperwork on her desk and began to schism over it, sighing with exasperation.
The conversation she had just had with EADA Michael Cutter repeatedly played over, and over in her mind.
"My guys have done their job. What more do you want from us?" Van Buren demanded frustrated.
"Clarity," the smartly-dressed attorney replied simply. She couldn't help but notice his slightly patronizing tone.
A bitter expression spread across her face. "Clarity?" she questioned, her voice challenging, disbelieving his mordacity. "Mr Cutter, how long have you been and ADA? Since when have you been given evidence for a case served up on a silver platter?"
Conceit filled his eyes, his stance self-assured, his expression arrogant.
Connie Rubirosa just stood there, watching their horns lock together.
"I think we're done for today," she continued, her voice low, ushering the two ADAs out of her office.
She shook her head with incredulity.
The bastard wants clarity.
She scoffed, closing the cover of the case-file she had been reading over. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, sighing exasperated.
"My job is like a box of fucking tissues. I clean up the slime of society, and then guys like Mike Cutter drop you in the can," she muttered to herself.
"What did you say, Lieu?" Bernard asked. He couldn't help but overhear the last few words of the sentence.
She rubbed her weary eyes. "Nothing, Bernard."
He approached her slowly, laden with two mugs of steaming coffee. He placed mug on her desk in front of her.
She nodded a thank you.
He took a seat on the side of her desk.
"I thought I just heard you say something about Mike Cutter dropping you down the can, or something."
She stared into space, her eyes vengeful. She took a sip of coffee, her lips curling as she swallowed the acrid brown liquid. "You could say that," she answered, her voice deadpan.
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