*Another* TOS fic: Up a Creek
Title: Up a Creek
Fandom: Law & Order
Characters: Michael Cutter, Cyrus Lupo (cameos by Connie Rubirosa, Kevin Bernard)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Summary: Another one that takes place mid-Knock Off. Bernard warned Lupo about the chili. Then (as we were shown) Lupo got in jail, out of jail, had some more chili, and…roomed with Cutter. Of course hilarity ensues. Er, also, Cutter calls to check in with Connie.
Author’s Note: Inspired by conversations with neojess - thank you for the potty humor - and magisterequitum - I know this isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you requested a Cutter/Rubirosa post-ep. Uhhh...oops?
After all the work talk, Cyrus Lupo settled back onto his hotel bed, still in his work clothes, to watch SportsCenter, which his impromptu roommate had been intermittently switching back and forth with the news. As he rested against the pillow, he felt a sudden queasiness in his stomach. …maybe Bernard had been right about the chili. A second later, he dashed for the bathroom with a small groan.
A lot of flushing later, Cyrus came out of the bathroom, holding his stomach.
On his own bed, stripped down to his undershirt and dress slacks, Michael Cutter didn’t even glance up from his BlackBerry. He flipped through the address book, settling on Connie Rubirosa’s cell phone number. He hadn’t really gotten to talk to her since she’d called to tell him that Lupo was being arrested and that the Otsego cops pushed her around. His jaw tensed at being reminded of the situation. As he was about to hit “call”, he remembered Lupo’s presence and paused. There was no balcony in the cheap place they were staying at. He thought a moment and realized he may as well just take the phone into the bathroom and talk quietly.
That in mind, Mike got up from his bed and went for the bathroom.
“You might not wanna…” Lupo mumbled.
“Eughhh,” Cutter shuddered as he stepped into the bathroom. The fan was already on. He grimaced, but shut the door anyway. He needed to talk to Connie and there was nowhere else to do it. Stepping inside, he sat on the edge of the tub, beneath where his dress shirt and socks were hanging. After hitting ‘call’, he waited for Connie to pick up.
“Rubirosa,” the ADA answered a couple of rings later.
“Hey,” Michael said, his tone quiet.
“Oh, hi,” Connie said. “What’s going on?”
“I was calling to see how things were going back in the City,” he said.
“No luck on the case yet,” she told him. “Why the hushed tones?”
“…I’m in the bathroom of the hotel room,” he muttered.
“…o-kayyy,” Connie tried not to laugh.
Before he could reply, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Uh, hey, Cutter? I really need to--er, are you gonna be much longer?” Lupo asked.
Michael smacked his forehead with his palm. “I-ah-just a minute,” he said to the door.
“…Mike, what is going on?” Connie asked.
“Nothing. Lupo’s…digestive…issues,” Michael said with a small amount of annoyance.
“More than I wanted to know,” Connie said, “But maybe you should let him have the bathroom.”
“…but I wanted to actually talk to you,” he said.
There was another knock on the door. “Are you-making a phone call?”
“It’s just Rubirosa,” Michael called back.
“You’re not calling while you’re on the-”
“NO!” Michael exclaimed.
“Will you just hurry it up?” Lupo was becoming exasperated.
“Yeah, sure,” Cutter said. “Connie, I gotta-I’ll call you back. Detective Lupo’s dinner is becoming a matter of grave importance.”
“All right,” Connie said. “Take care.”
Michael grunted something of a goodbye before hanging up the phone. A second later, he pulled open the bathroom door. He’d barely stepped out into the room when Cyrus ran in and shut the door tightly behind him.
After debating his options, Michael ended up going downstairs to the lobby, still in his undershirt, with no socks, to see if he could get reception enough to call Connie back. This was not at all how he’d pictured this evening going. Just as he was about to call her, his phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was Kevin Bernard. Argh.
“Cutter,” he answered.
“Hey, where’s my man Lupes?” Bernard said, not bothering with a greeting. After the various car rides and the coziness of the diner, he felt right at home with the ADAs. For now, anyway.
“…Detective Lupo is upstairs in the hotel room,” Michael said, trying to remain calm.
“He’s not answering his phone,” Bernard informed.
“Yes, well…he’s a little ill right now,” Michael cleared his throat.
“It was the chili, wasn’t it?” Bernard seemed almost happy to have his suspicions confirmed.
“…I don’t want to speculate,” Cutter enunciated, then paused. “…but, yes, probably.”
Bernard laughed.
“Is there anything else you needed?” Michael’s sigh was audible.
“No, man, just wanted to see how things were going,” Bernard said.
“The case? We’re up a creek till we can get the judge to cooperate,” Michael said.
Bernard had to say it. “And Lupo’s up his own little creek back at the hotel.”
“…thank you for that, Detective,” Michael made a face. With that, he hung up the phone. He looked back at the phone, thought once again about dialing Connie and wondered if he should press his luck. There was already enough…hitting the fan tonight.
Fandom: Law & Order
Characters: Michael Cutter, Cyrus Lupo (cameos by Connie Rubirosa, Kevin Bernard)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Summary: Another one that takes place mid-Knock Off. Bernard warned Lupo about the chili. Then (as we were shown) Lupo got in jail, out of jail, had some more chili, and…roomed with Cutter. Of course hilarity ensues. Er, also, Cutter calls to check in with Connie.
Author’s Note: Inspired by conversations with neojess - thank you for the potty humor - and magisterequitum - I know this isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you requested a Cutter/Rubirosa post-ep. Uhhh...oops?
After all the work talk, Cyrus Lupo settled back onto his hotel bed, still in his work clothes, to watch SportsCenter, which his impromptu roommate had been intermittently switching back and forth with the news. As he rested against the pillow, he felt a sudden queasiness in his stomach. …maybe Bernard had been right about the chili. A second later, he dashed for the bathroom with a small groan.
A lot of flushing later, Cyrus came out of the bathroom, holding his stomach.
On his own bed, stripped down to his undershirt and dress slacks, Michael Cutter didn’t even glance up from his BlackBerry. He flipped through the address book, settling on Connie Rubirosa’s cell phone number. He hadn’t really gotten to talk to her since she’d called to tell him that Lupo was being arrested and that the Otsego cops pushed her around. His jaw tensed at being reminded of the situation. As he was about to hit “call”, he remembered Lupo’s presence and paused. There was no balcony in the cheap place they were staying at. He thought a moment and realized he may as well just take the phone into the bathroom and talk quietly.
That in mind, Mike got up from his bed and went for the bathroom.
“You might not wanna…” Lupo mumbled.
“Eughhh,” Cutter shuddered as he stepped into the bathroom. The fan was already on. He grimaced, but shut the door anyway. He needed to talk to Connie and there was nowhere else to do it. Stepping inside, he sat on the edge of the tub, beneath where his dress shirt and socks were hanging. After hitting ‘call’, he waited for Connie to pick up.
“Rubirosa,” the ADA answered a couple of rings later.
“Hey,” Michael said, his tone quiet.
“Oh, hi,” Connie said. “What’s going on?”
“I was calling to see how things were going back in the City,” he said.
“No luck on the case yet,” she told him. “Why the hushed tones?”
“…I’m in the bathroom of the hotel room,” he muttered.
“…o-kayyy,” Connie tried not to laugh.
Before he could reply, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Uh, hey, Cutter? I really need to--er, are you gonna be much longer?” Lupo asked.
Michael smacked his forehead with his palm. “I-ah-just a minute,” he said to the door.
“…Mike, what is going on?” Connie asked.
“Nothing. Lupo’s…digestive…issues,” Michael said with a small amount of annoyance.
“More than I wanted to know,” Connie said, “But maybe you should let him have the bathroom.”
“…but I wanted to actually talk to you,” he said.
There was another knock on the door. “Are you-making a phone call?”
“It’s just Rubirosa,” Michael called back.
“You’re not calling while you’re on the-”
“NO!” Michael exclaimed.
“Will you just hurry it up?” Lupo was becoming exasperated.
“Yeah, sure,” Cutter said. “Connie, I gotta-I’ll call you back. Detective Lupo’s dinner is becoming a matter of grave importance.”
“All right,” Connie said. “Take care.”
Michael grunted something of a goodbye before hanging up the phone. A second later, he pulled open the bathroom door. He’d barely stepped out into the room when Cyrus ran in and shut the door tightly behind him.
After debating his options, Michael ended up going downstairs to the lobby, still in his undershirt, with no socks, to see if he could get reception enough to call Connie back. This was not at all how he’d pictured this evening going. Just as he was about to call her, his phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was Kevin Bernard. Argh.
“Cutter,” he answered.
“Hey, where’s my man Lupes?” Bernard said, not bothering with a greeting. After the various car rides and the coziness of the diner, he felt right at home with the ADAs. For now, anyway.
“…Detective Lupo is upstairs in the hotel room,” Michael said, trying to remain calm.
“He’s not answering his phone,” Bernard informed.
“Yes, well…he’s a little ill right now,” Michael cleared his throat.
“It was the chili, wasn’t it?” Bernard seemed almost happy to have his suspicions confirmed.
“…I don’t want to speculate,” Cutter enunciated, then paused. “…but, yes, probably.”
Bernard laughed.
“Is there anything else you needed?” Michael’s sigh was audible.
“No, man, just wanted to see how things were going,” Bernard said.
“The case? We’re up a creek till we can get the judge to cooperate,” Michael said.
Bernard had to say it. “And Lupo’s up his own little creek back at the hotel.”
“…thank you for that, Detective,” Michael made a face. With that, he hung up the phone. He looked back at the phone, thought once again about dialing Connie and wondered if he should press his luck. There was already enough…hitting the fan tonight.