Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order and its characters.
Boiling, And Not Just Coffee.
By LTP –girl
Van Buren walked briskly into the small coffee shop, her eyes filled with rage and anguish, her fists squeezed so tightly by her sides she could feel them about to burst. She spotted the handsome man dressed in the charcoal three piece suit standing in front to the barista waiting for his order, and made her way towards him, her expression glaring.
He turned around and flashed her a friendly smile. "Morning, Lieutenant, how's...?" Before he could finish his greeting, she had swung one of her fists forcefully into his jaw. His eyes widened with shock in response to the attack.
She stood there angrily. "Councillor, not only did you get my detectives to do your dirty work, you stole my man. You stole my man!"
He realised that he had bitten his lip, and felt blood seeping from the cut. He quickly grabbed a pile of napkins placed next to a rack of sugar and plastic spoons on the counter. "Now Lieutenant, what Frank and I did was a onetime thing," he tried to reason. "Don't tell me you've never tried getting it off with Dale, our new intern? I've seen the way you look at him..."
She stamped her foot like a four-year-old who had just been told to sit in the time-out chair. "You deceitful bastard! You stole my man, YOU STOLE MY MAN!"
"Yes, we've already established that I'm a deceitful bastard who stole your man..." he said in his calm and rational lawyer tone, which he usually only used to calm down a distressed witness. "But you just can't waltz into a coffee shop and swing me in the face like a crazy person." He glanced around the room, now aware that other customers' eyes were fixated on the drama he and Van Buren had put before them. Dr Olivet, who could be recognised amongst the crowd, and whom he had his eye on since he chatted her up at a fundraiser, was now staring him up and down and shaking her head in disgust. Damn it! There goes my shot with her, and she's so nice too!
He stared down at his feet in shame.
Van Buren pushed her face up against his, her teeth gritted, tears beginning to well in her dark and fiery eyes. "It was a flagrant betrayal of professionalism, Mr Cutter... and of friendship." She scolded, trying to hold back her tears. "And what really gets me is that I actually believed you had an ounce of respect for me."
His eyes followed her as she made her way out of the coffee shop and up the street.
"Hey, Mr Cutter, your order's ready," Marco, the boy working behind the counter, called out to him.
He smiled at him bravely, his thoughts now broken, and threw a bill onto the counter. "Thanks, keep the change," he replied, picking up the two cups of coffee.
Cutter's current girlfriend, Shelly, a sweet young intern employed at the DA's office had just returned front the bathroom and approached him from behind, and missed the commotion that had just taken place. "Hey Mikey, miss me?" she wrapped her arms around him and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. "They've put knew soap in the ladies room."
He handed her one of the cups of coffee he was holding. "I think that's the most fascinating information I've heard all day," he replied sarcastically.
She kissed him lightly once again, this time on his lips. "You're in one of your grumpy old man moods."
He sighed exasperated. "How very perceptive of you."
She quickly turned to face Marco, admiring his sculptured torso. He certainly was more age appropriate, that's for sure, and hot! She exchanged a debauched wink with him, before turning her attention back to Cutter.
Cutter took her hand in his. "I'm sorry I snapped," he apologised kissing her hand, before guiding her towards the door. "Come on, we had better head to the office before Jack and Connie get suspicious."
The end.
What do you think? Feel free to comment.