Office of Assistant District Attorney Abbie Carmichael, NY, NY, -Same Day.
Abbie glanced up from her files long enough to see it was well past her usual lunch hour, no wonder she was suddenly hungry. She didn't really feel like going out, or bothering to find someone to get her something, she honestly didn't have the time today. Court had taken far longer than she had hoped this morning and now she was miserably behind on her work for the week. Besides, given this morning's 'developments' in the Alston case, she was feeling more motivated than before to win this one.
She sighed, well then, lunch al a the vending machine it was then. She rummaged through her desk, emerging with a dollar in change, and went down the hall to get a snack, returning a few moments later with a bag of animal crackers. It wasn't her first choice, but it was the most she could get for her spare coins.
Abbie sat and leaned back in her desk chair, and surveying the files sprawled across the desk, mentally making a "to do" list. She was too distracted by her train of thought and ripped the package open along the entire length of the bag, causing a deluge of bite-sized animals to scatter across the file in front of her.
"Damnit….," she quietly swore to herself, collecting the bite-sized animal figures and pushing them into a pile. She smiled as the shapes brought back memories from so long ago she couldn't put her finger on it. Abbie picked one up, her mind wandering… so many zebras….
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It took Patrice a few wrong turns, and three passes by the same hot dog vendor, before she realized her assistant had given her the wrong address, the delay had making her even more frustrated than she was already. Jacob was lucky he was safely on the 41st floor of her office building, she mused.
She finally rounded the corner and found the building she was looking for, her heels clicking on the stonework of the entryway as she approached security,
"I'm here to see A.D.A. Carmichael, she's …expecting me," Patrice flashed the guard a smile and he didn't question her.
"4th floor, second office on the right."
"Thank you," she breezed past him to the elevators, her smile fading as she prepared what she was going to say to Abbie, remembering her earlier humiliation.
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Abbie casually glanced up when she heard the knock on her door,
"Come in."
*Thud*
Patrice flung the door open and stormed inside, crossing the room quickly and slamming her briefcase down on Abbie's desk, making the crackers, and everything else, rattle. She leaned on it, glaring at the brunette, and began to take out her frustration, not giving her time to respond,
"What the hell was that this morning?!? Putting aside for a moment the glaring conflicts of interest this creates…. I mean, do you always jump the defense attorney before arraignment, or should I feel special here Abbie?"
Abbie opened her mouth to respond, but the blonde wasn't finished,
"….Granted, usually I get paid good money to fuck with opposing counsel, but it's not supposed to be so literal…. nor do they generally enjoy it!"
Abbie calmly finished chewing, and pushed the crackers and a few papers aside and stood as Patrice continued her tirade,
"….I mean, did you just look at the file and think you'd use the element of surprise? For God's sake Abbie, for all I know you were late on purpose… and further…."
The blond was so caught up she didn't quite register Abbie's movements until it was too late, the brunette smoothly climbed onto her desk, closing the distance swiftly and kneeling at eye level with the Patrice, grabbing her by the shoulders with both hands and firmly pulling her in, kissing her fiercely.
Everything seemed to stop. When their lips finally parted, Patrice was so surprised she completely lost any idea as to why she had been yelling at this stunning woman in the first place.
"What …. I …. What was that for??" Patrice swallowed and stared into Abbie's dark eyes, catching a flicker of amusement deep within.
"That was to shut that mouth of yours….and this is for looking so good when you're worked up," Abbie slid a hand up to the back of Patrice's neck and drew her in, kissing her more slowly, sliding a hand up to loosen her thick blonde hair, and running her hands through it. As Abbie's tongue slid into her mouth, Patrice moaned quietly in spite of herself.
She felt her body start to melt, leaning into the dark beauty's arms, and dropping her lips to kiss Abbie's neck. Like a pavlovian response, Abbie's scent… bergamot and a hint of vanilla, brought her back to that night she first slept with this striking woman, how the brunette had taken her wordlessly, without even taking time to reach the hotel bed.
Abbie's breath quickened, but she controlled her impulses, and pushed the blond back gently, knowing if she allowed this to go much further, she wouldn't be getting anything else done today,
"Hey… wait, not here…"
Patrice felt Abbie pull away and took a reluctant step back, pausing to consider the scene in front of her. Abbie was still kneeling on her desk, in full court attire, one hand on her hip, and the other smoothing her hair. The blond had to admit, this was a first for her.
Abbie broke the brief silence,
"Have dinner with me."
"What?"
"You heard me, it was a simple request."
Patrice shook her head in resignation, this whole situation was clearly getting beyond her, "Okay, why not, I suppose this can't get more confusing than it already is."
"Wow, flattery will get you nowhere Patrice," Abbie deadpanned, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Patrice smiled bemusedly and took her briefcase back from the desk as Abbie climbed back off of it, smoothing her skirt.
"Meet me at Whiskey Park around 7?"
Patrice looked unsure, "where is that?"
Abbie tilted her head and gave Patrice a slight grin in reply, "your cab driver will know I'm sure."
She nodded back in agreement and started to leave, turning back to give Abbie a curious smile, looking pointedly at Abbie's desk, "Can I ask about the crackers?"
"Lunch," Abbie answered simply with a shrug, "want one?"
"No… but maybe some other time," she smiled slightly and left the ADA's office, closing the door much more quietly than she had opened it just moments before.
As Patrice's slender form disappeared into the hall, Abbie leaned back in her chair and let out a long breath.
It took Patrice fully half of the walk back to her office to put together the fact that she had gone to Carmichael's office to tell her off for this morning, and had somehow agreed to go on a date with her instead.
