Just something light and fun. Hope y'all like. *^_^*
Discliamer: I do not own Law & Order and its characters.
Rating: T, for language and themes.
Pinup Prosecutor
By LTP-girl
Manhattan District Attorney's Office, Thursday 10:00pm
Mike leaned back in his office chair, his posture relaxed, relieved after sending the latest case report to Jack McCoy. He tossed his baseball up into the air, and caught it in his glove.
He sat up suddenly, a hint of worry in his expression. Oh no, I think I sent Jack the wrong document, he cursed to himself. Shit!
Manhattan District Attorney's Office, Friday 9:00am
Mike walked alongside Jack down the wide corridor of the District Attorney's office, his head bowed with slight shame. He felt every ADA on the floor watch him, as he and Jack made their way past desks, sensing giggles and snickers from every one of them. And he knew what Jack was thinking.
"I got that document you sent me, Mike," Jack piped up, breaking the awkward silence. "But I have to say, it wasn't quite what I was expecting." He ceased walking once they were outside his office. "Those pictures of you, pretty kinky stuff!" A hint of a mischievous smile played on the DA's lips.
Mike glanced up at Jack, sighing with exasperation. It was bad enough that Jack had seen the pictures, but little did he know the night before that he had accidently sent them to everyone in the building. "Jack..." he began, sounding defensive. Oh God, how am I going to explain this one? His pride was down the crapper. "When I was in law school... I did some shots for a girls' magazine to pay for tuition, okay. I-I practically forgot about it until now," he explained, gesturing broadly with his hands.
Jack nodded with approval. He wasn't bothered by this scandalous news about his predecessor. In fact, he actually found it to be quite amusing. Who would have guessed it? Executive Assistant District Attorney Michael Cutter, playgirl pinup. Judge Laramie would be having a good cackle in his chambers, and so would the cops down at the twenty-seventh precinct. He wandered what Connie Rubirosa would make of it all. He removed his hat and coat, feeling the full effects of the central heating. "You make an impressive centre-fold, I'll give you that," he replied diplomatically, stifling his laughter. "But now that it's been released to the press, let's hope your female jurors feel the same way." He entered his office and closed the door behind him, leaving Mike standing there, rolling his eyes in response to Jack's casual disregard.
Mike glanced around the room, spotting a paralegal and a young intern staring him up and down, and whispering to one another. He shot them a cold glare, before making his way towards his own office.
"Oh, good morning, Mr Cutter," Debby, Jack's receptionist, greeted from her desk, watching Mike as he opened the door to his office. Her eyes leered at him now that he had his back towards her. Now that's what I call a prosecutory ass.
That's weird, she never says good morning like that, Mike thought to himself, surprised by her elated tone.
"Morning Deb," he replied with a disgruntled mumble, entering his office. Damnit, how long is this going to last?
The end.
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