Put simply, Casey Novak is not pretty when she's green. I tried to write a Mike/Connie fic, but unfortunately it didn't quite turn out that way in the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Law & Order franchise and its characters.
Wednesday, 8:00pm, Blue Quest Fine Dining,
122 Broadway, Manhattan, NY
The wheels of Casey's Jaguar screeched to halt as she slammed the brake pedal with her foot.
She combed through her flaming red hair with her fingers, glancing at the man sitting next to her in the passenger's seat. "Here you go Mike, have a great time," she said sardonically as she pulled up beside the curb, relieved now that she had the chance to light yet another cigarette, her fourth in the past hour.
Michael Cutter couldn't help but notice her eagerness in pushing him out of her vehicle. He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for the white gardenias and box of Swiss chocolates resting on the back seat. "Oh how rude of me, I didn't ask you what your plans were for tonight."
Casey scoffed, winding her car window down. "Don't you worry about me, Mike."
He couldn't fully understand her with the cigarette resting at the tip of her mouth.
She took a long drag, before blowing smoke out of the opened window. "I'll just be sitting at home with Midsomer Murders and a bottle of cognac. Valentine's Day isn't for gals like me. Even if I dropped ten pounds I wouldn't make the cut."
Mike didn't know how to respond, not entirely sure whether to take what she had said as a joke or a distasteful jibe. Words caught in his throat as he gave her an awkward smile. "I-I'll be off then. Thanks for the lift."
"Yeah, yeah. Good Luck . . . with that anorexic slut who has the nerve to call herself a real woman." She muttered the second half of her sentence under her breath, not thinking Mike had heard what she had said.
He turned to face her before getting out of the car fully, shocked by what Casey had to say about their well respected colleague. "What did you say?" Annoyance showed in his face.
"Oh nothing," she quickly retorted. "Just don't count on my calling an ambulance if she breaks an arm due to osteoporosis."
"With an attitude like that, it's no wonder you haven't got a date for tonight." He paused for a moment. "You hardly know Connie, so how can you make an assumption like that? I'm sure if you got to know her better, the two of you would get along."
"Is she an obnoxious drinker?"
"No, of course not."
"What brand of cigarettes does she like?"
Mike gave her a puzzled look as he got out of the car and closed the door behind him. He continued to talk to Casey through the opened window on the passenger's side. "She doesn't smoke, at least as far as I know."
"Well that does it, she's a health nut. You might want to rethink those." She eyed the box of chocolates clutched in his hand.
"She's really not like that," Mike defended. "You should make some time to get to know her."
Casey was outraged. "I don't want to know her!" And with that, she sped off into the distance, nearly knocking over a florist's seasonal display.
The end
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A/N: Whenever I try to write a half decent romance story, my cynicism and misanthropy get the better of me, and I end up writing something like this:/