Okay, so I've uploaded my next drabble, snippet, short story, whatever you like to call it. Jack McCoy makes an entrance in this one, and there is also a bit of a twist at the end. Enjoy;-D
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own 'Law and Order' and its characters. I do not own Porsche or Versace or Chanel. The characters Sarah Hagity and Chris Nichols are mine.
Rating: T, for themes and language
Note: It is not my intention to offend anyone. It's just a bit of light hearted fun.
Prank Calls
Sarah Hagity and her friend Chris Nichols sat on the sofa in the middle of the room of their college dorm. They were quite bored, which was unusual for a Thursday night, especially at the college they attended. They would normally be out partying with their friends, had they not had to spend their last pay checks on a speeding violation.
Bastard DA's office, they each cursed to themselves.
"I know something fun we can do," Chris suggested, his mood picking up.
"Oh yeah?" Sarah replied, intrigued.
Chris always has great ideas to fight boredom, she thought to herself.
He picked up the receiver of the phone that was placed on the wooden coffee table in front of them.
"I know how to get back at that DA's office for taking our money," he said mischievously.
"Prank phone calls?" she inquired, thinking along the same line.
"I like the way you think," Chris replied, staring down at the phone as he quickly dialled a number.
"Who are we phoning, Jack McCoy?" she asked spritely.
"Nah," Chris replied disappointed. "They've put a hold on releasing his number. But don't worry, I'm phoning someone whose chain we can really yank."
They both chuckled wickedly.
Chris heard the phone ring a couple of times before it picked up.
Sarah moved her head in close to listen.
"Hello, is this the District Attorney's Office?" Chris enquired sweetly. "I would like to speak to Michael Cutter, please."
Sarah pushed a cushion into her face, to conceal the sound of her outlandish laughter.
Chris waited for the paralegal to put him on the line.
"Mike Cutter," a voice said over the phone.
"Hello... Mr Cutter?" Chris inquired, his voice now deep and alluring. "I've been watching you at the batting cages. And let me just say, you are a very attractive...gorgeous... fabulous... man!"
Chris held his hand over the receiver, as he and Sarah burst into laughter.
They were pleasantly surprised to find that Mike was actually buying into their prank.
He then put the phone back to his ear. "So how big is your bat?" Chris enquired cheekily.
"Who is this?" Mike enquired, a wry grin spreading across his face, as he leaned back into his office chair, becoming very interested in this seductive admirer.
"My name is Rupert Caldwin, Mr Cutter," Chris replied teasingly. "And wait 'till you get a load of mine, it's huge!"
Sarah shrieked with laughter, but quickly put her hand to her mouth, realising how loud she was.
"So um, you want to meet up at some place and get dinner or drinks, or do you want me to drop by your office for a quickie?" Chris asked sneakily, before abruptly hanging up.
"That was awesome," Sarah said, chuckling.
"Yeah I know," he replied, equally amused.
The phone began to ring.
Sudden shock spread across their faces.
"Oh no, you'll have to pick that up, or else the machine will get it," Sarah exclaimed.
Chris picked up the phone. "Yes, Mr Cutter, I'm sorry I hung up like that. My domestic partner, Harold, just walked into the room..."
***
Friday Morning, 9:00am
Mike had been stuck in a meeting for the past hour-and-a-half and was becoming quit fed up. In regards to the case he had been working on, Jack McCoy wouldn't consider any of the options Mike had drawn out to him, and he was getting tired of Jack's ridicule.
"If you think you can convince a jury of that, you've got another thing coming," Jack retorted indignantly. "And if you think you can sneak past a judge how you obtained that information, you're dead wrong about that too."
This kid, Mike, really doesn't know what he's in for, Jack thought to himself, shaking his head exasperated. I should get Lieutenant Van Burin to knock some sense into him. The young ones are always scared of her, and even Michael Cutter's no exception, especially after that 'silver platter' remark she made towards him.
Mike slumped into his chair, his eyes challenging, trying to figure out a way to get his boss on his side.
Their thoughts were interrupted with a knock on the door.
Doris, their paralegal, had entered the room.
"Mr Cutter, there's a Rupert Caldwin on line one. He wants to speak to you," she said, poking her head into the room.
Connie, who was also in the room, standing next to Mike, exchanged an amused glance with Jack.
Mike stood up quickly. "Oh right. Thanks Doris," he said, heading towards the door. "I've got to take this. I won't be a moment." Mike quickly hurried from the room, and headed to his own office.
Connie approached Jack.
"Do you think Mike knows?"
A worried expression spread across Jack's face. "About us sleeping together? I certainly hope not, Connie," Jack replied quickly. "If I want to keep my position as District Attorney, I had better watch what gossip gets spread around the office. I already have a soiled reputation for sleeping with Claire."
"No, Jack," Connie laughed, shaking her head, amused by her boss's paranoia. "I mean those kids who have been pranking Mike, pretending to be some secret admirer."
"Oh you mean that?" Jack was suddenly relieved. "No, I don't think so. He doesn't even realize that Justice Anne Harlow is actually a man."
They both laughed.
"I sure hope Mike takes a while anyhow," Jack said, approaching his office door, and locking it securely. "So that we can get down to some serious business."
"Sounds like a plan," Connie replied, her voice suggestive. She walked towards him, and slid her fingers through his grey hair. "I could have just as easily got with Mike, but forty doesn't cut it for me. He's far too young."
Jack chuckled. "Oh, I've got a feeling that Mike isn't interested in girls, anyway." Jack shot back, spreading his arms around her waist, and leaning towards her.
"Men are like a good wine or cheese. They get better with age," Connie added, her lips grazing Jack's.
"Well, if you're a gal who likes her man to be ripe," Jack said huskily. "I'm your man."
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