Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and stories belong to NBC and Dick Wolf. The only character I own is Martina Martinez (as I had made her up in the first chapter).
A/N: Here's another chapter. Please review. Love, Lawabidingchild
Connie was more startled than anything else. She didn't expect to react that way. She thought that she could convince herself that Mike was not going to leave her. She was wrong. Not about Mike leaving her, but about not having a reaction that was the most surreal thing ever. It wasn't that Mike was hurting her, but her own feelings, she didn't like that.
Abbie was trailing behind her. She didn't know whether the reaction Connie had to seeing Mike kiss Martina was real or fake. She wanted to be there incase there was some serious falling apart.
Connie turned around while standing next to a building wall to face Abbie. Abbie stared back. "Wow," whispered Abbie on a loud street. Connie heard her.
"Wow what?" she spat through tears.
"This is some seriously good acting on your end," Abbie offered.
Connie didn't try to take the bait. "I'm not acting, Abbie," she stated finally. "I never expected to react…like that…"
Abbie didn't expect that either. In fact, this was too much for the older woman. She just wrapped her arms around the younger brunette and tried to get her to calm down.
Mike sat back down at his desk. He couldn't work. He could barely do anything than think about Connie. She just witnessed the very thing that he didn't want her to see. He probably couldn't do anything to convince her that she just did that of her own free will and it was very difficult for him to do so with a woman who's somewhat of a crazy person.
He heard a click of stilettos entering his office followed by a slam on his desk. He didn't even bother to look up and see who it was. A long mane of dark brown hair skimmed his desk. Her fingers were clutched and digging into his desk. "Don't say it, Abbie," he ordered with a sad whisper.
Abbie's face became even angrier. "I'm not interested in what you want to hear," she snarled. "Did you even bother to look at Connie? How upset she is?"
Mike dropped his head in his hands. "I didn't want her to do it," he confessed, "I was trying to get her off my back. She's been flirting with me since day one, and now this. I know she waited for Connie to come along so she could kiss me. She wanted this to happen. I don't want anything to do with it."
Abbie slumped into a seat across from him. She stared back at him with eyes of steel. "Meet me tonight at the shore. I'll explain everything there. Don't be late."
"Why the shore?" he asked her.
"There will be no one with cameras."
"I'll be there."
Martina stood in the same room with Woll she stood in three days ago. Martina wanted to tell Woll what a success her plan had been. "Martina," he whispered in her direction, "did it work?"
"Yes," confirmed Martina. "Rubirosa ran away, sobbing. Cutter just stood there like an idiot. But the third one keeps getting in the way. I wonder how much she knows."
"Find out, my love," he ordered, placing a soft kiss on her lips. She got up, knocked on the door and walked out of the prison ward, thinking of a way to track Abbie.
Mike stood at the shore, waiting for Abbie. It was cold, so he hugged his coat more tightly around him. "You came," said the familiar sultry, southern voice behind him.
"You made it sound like I had no choice," he whispered back. He turned to the left and saw three shadows. Martina? he asked himself. No. The hair was too short. He turned around.
"I thought you might want to see her," said Abbie knowingly.
Mike's eyes widened. Connie was right there with her. He thought that he would never see her again. He brushed passed Abbie and planted a kiss on Connie's lips. Connie leaned into it. "I'm gonna miss that," she whispered once she broke away.
"What?" asked Mike.
Connie stroked the sides of his head. "I'm really sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry."
"Breathe Connie," ordered Mike.
"Martina works for Woll," stated Abbie.
"What?" asked Mike.
"She does," confirmed Connie. "I just know. She ignored me when I ordered her not to flirt with you, Abbie thinks she's a psycho, and she doesn't sit well with me."
"So when she kissed me…"
"…It was meant for me," said Connie. "She wanted me to see it. She wanted me to believe that you wanted to leave me for her. She works for Woll. Woll wants me to break."
"Connie," whispered Mike.
"That's why we must take a break."
"No. Connie, no."
"I don't want to either, Mike," whispered Connie, "but it's the only way." She kissed him again, more passionately this time. "I love you. If this is the only way to defeat her, it better be over soon. I don't know how long I can be away from you."
Abbie stepped up. "I promise you that I'll do everything that I can to stop her from completely ruining your relationship. I'll take care of her. Send over a suitcase of stuff for her, alright? She can stay with me until this blows over."
Mike let go of Connie and stepped back. "You're not mad, then?" asked Mike.
"No," whispered Connie, embracing him one last time, "I'm not. I love you. I love you."
Mike stepped away and watched the women leave. He didn't realize that he let a few tears escape his eyes.
