No I don't own them, I wish would, but I don't.

A/N: I'm back from the death, so here it is, English isn't my first linguage so I apologize for any grammatical mistake this story may contain. The first chapter takes place in the episode Tango. Hope you enjoy it.

PS: It contains swearwords

They were at a bar, sitting side by side, Mike was feeling sorry, he didn't mean to do that to Connie, all he wanted was to win, and they did, but was it really worth all this? Connie doesn't even want to talk to him.

She sighed and he knew something was wrong, well everything was wrong, he fucked up everything and they barely knew each other. "I am sorry" he said after a while "And I mean it"

"I know Cutter... It's just... Did you... I don't know... You've could have told me"

"I'm sorry" he repeated

"Did you even thought about telling me?"

"I did... But I thought you wouldn't agree"

"So you decided to do without my agreement?"

"I'm sorry"

"And what we learned with this case?"

"That I'm a funcking stupid arrogant jerk and I fucked it up"

"Yep, and we're partners and partners trust each other and don't act by their back"

"What do you mean? Do you still want to work with me?"

She put one hand on his thigh and looked at his eyes while biting her lip with a mischievous smile her face, he looked to her hand and back to her face, he doesn't know what is happening, he just feels a warm growing in his stomach and goin to everywhere on his body, principally to his groin, he could feel his cheeks turning red "Wh... Why?" Mike asked, his voice failing.

"Michael... Dear Michael" she stroked his thigh "You know why"

"I..." his voice failed and he cleared his throat "I really don't know what you mean"

"Oh come on Mikey" she licked her lower lip and bit it again with a low moan "We both know that if we face each other in court, I would kick your pretty ass, and I got used to see your cute face"

"So are you saying that the only reason why you still want to work with me is because of my beauty?"

"Oh... Well, give you own some credit, you're a bit smart too"

She was dangerously close, her lips almost touching his, her hand dangerously close to his crotch, and his pants was feeling uncomfortable tight. He lead to kiss her but she got away and kept sited beside him, smiling like a cat. Oh she was so mean "And this, my dear Cutter, is what I've could done if you fucking had told me" she said while swallowing down her drink and grabbing her purse "could you be a sweetheart and pay the bill? Thanks"

She left and he stood there watching her as she crossed the door.

Later at his apartment, Mike was taking a shower, he just closed his eyes the warm water hitting his tired skin, he passed his hand though his body and unconsciously he touched his member, it as half-hard and he knew, he just couldn't forget Connie's touch, her sweet and warm touch, he wanted to feel her delicated hands on his pale skin, want to touch her with all lust he was feeling now.

Suddenly, he started to stroke himself, first he was ashamed, but there was nothing to be ashamed for, so he began to stroke harder and moan.

He came all over the wall screaming her name, he closed his eyes taking over breathe. Oh, now he knew what she meanted, she knew what she was doing and probably knew what would happen. Yeah, that was for sure, she would be the death of him.