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A/N: The next story in my Mike/Connie series.

Heaven Opens Up

Connie walked into the District Attorney's office feeling happier than anyone else there. She had consummated her love with Mike for the first time. She loved him more than life itself. Jack, however, summoned her into his office to talk to her about this past event. She sat down with a smile on her face. Jack became suspicious of this smile. How can a victim of kidnap and rape be so happy? "Are you okay, Connie?" he asked.

"Peachy," she smiled. Jack was still confused.

"You know…" he began, but Connie finished for him.

"If I ever want to talk, I know where to find you and yada, yada, yada." She looked around the office. "Truth be told, Jack, I'm fine."

Jack saw right through this. "I know what happened in that bedroom last night," he taunted, "first time together?"

"Shut up, Jack," sighed Connie, "yes, okay? Just don't tell anyone."

"Damn," he hissed, "I was going to post it as a news bulletin." Connie embraced a shock look. Jack just said that. "I'm kidding, Connie." Her face went back to normal. She sighed with relief. "Oh, and by the way, Mike's new secretary starts today. Be nice."

"I'm always nice Jack," said Connie.

"Alright, although she might be a handful," warned Jack.

"Wasn't I?" asked Connie.

"Yeah. You were the world's worst spitfire. You still are, but you've settled down." Connie rolled her eyes and left the room.

Connie entered her boyfriend's office to find him laughing lightly with a young Latina. She was beautiful, but looked like she'd just finished college. Connie cleared her throat to signal that she'd entered the room. "Oh, Connie," he finally noticed. "Come here." She stepped over.

The young woman stood up. She looked similar to Connie- chocolate brown eyes, curly brown hair (though it was three times as long), long legs, tall. She looked at the much younger woman. "Nice to meet you…erm," she began.

"Rubirosa," she answered, "ADA Consuela Rubirosa."

"Oh," she said. She switched languages, "Miss Rubirosa, my name is Martina Martinez. I'm Mr. Cutter's new secretary. It's so nice to finally meet you. He's told me wonderful stories about you." Connie looked at Mike in amazement. He was just standing there, trying to decipher what they were saying.

"Oh, he told you stories, has he?" she asked. "Yes, I am Connie Rubirosa. I am Mike's assistant. If you have any questions or concerns, you can talk with me also."

"Really?" she asks, "Thank you, Miss Rubirosa." The conversation language changed again. "I'll see you sometime later in the day then, Mr. Cutter." She tossed him a flirtatious smile and left the room. Connie glared in jealousy at the young woman. Mike was to her right and didn't see the face.

He wrapped her arms around her waist. She didn't ease in. "What's wrong?" he asked her. She continued to stand on alert. "You think I'm interested."

"She's beautiful," commented Connie unnecessarily. "Certainly you would be."

"Honey," he began to say, "she's a model, you're a goddess. There's a difference."

"Medusa was a goddess," observed Connie.

"Well…" he began again, "you're Aphrodite. You have otherworldly beauty." She turned and glared at him. "You're infinitely beautiful. You think that just because there's a new woman here, I'll be interested? No. I love you more than any other woman."

"I guess I can take…oh, Mike," she whispered as he began planting kisses on her neck. "Not at the office."

"I can't help it," he sighed, "you're just so sexy when you speak Spanish."

"I'll humor you just a little bit." Connie turned around and planted a steamy kiss on his lips. He eased into it, until she pulled back. "Let's not go any further in the office, okay?"

"At home?" he asked. She nodded. He opened his arms for her, and she slipped into them, smiling. She loves him, and it is going to stay that way.

Connie and Mike entered his apartment later that night. She pulled him in to finish the kiss they had in the office. She wanted him tonight, and he was willing to be hers. Once they both stripped down, they were lost in themselves for a few hours. They finished tired and happy. Connie was tracing hearts on his chest. Mike kissed her head. She wanted him tonight, and she got him. "Mike?"

"Yes baby?" he asked.

"Are you attracted to her?" He groaned and rolled his eyes. She sat up, the blanket falling off her chest. She caught it and hugged it around her body. He still lay on his back and went crazy.

"No, Connie," he said. Connie turned her face to him. "No," he repeated firmly, his gaze not leaving his eyes. She believed him. She rolled on top of him. He pushed her hair behind her ears. He kissed her and she let him. She melted into it. "I love you, Connie. There won't be anyone else."

"You promise?"

"I promise." She continued the kiss, and they battled their love for a few more hours, not waiting for anyone to make them stop. They engaged in battle until Connie fell asleep, content in Mike's arms.

A/N: This is the Spanish they were saying.

Martina: Señorita Rubirosa, me llamo Martina Martinez. Soy el nuevo secretario de Sr. Cutter. Es tan agradable encontrarle finalmente. Él me ha contado tantas maravillosas historias sobre usted.

Connie: Ah él contó historias sobre mí, verdad? Sí, yo soy Connie Rubrosa. Soy la ayudante de Mike. Si tienes algunas preguntas o preocupaciones, puedes llamar conmigo, también.

Martina: Realmente? Gracias, Señorita Rubirosa. Translates back to English.