Disclaimer: Uhhhh ... this is fanfic
. It's self-explanatory.
A/N: I feel like shit at the moment, so I thought I'd take it out on Mike.
Oh, and this is rated about a PG-13 at the moment, but it may go up later.
Cynthia Redmond rolled onto her side and tried to ignore the sound of her boyfriend’s groggy voice.
“Is he all right?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Where? … I’ll be there in … half an hour.” He replaced the phone in its cradle and sat for a moment, his posture defeated.
“Jack? What happened?”
“It’s Cutter,” he replied heavily. “His apartment burned … he’s in the ER at St. Vincent’s.” He took a breath. “I … need to go … make sure he’s okay.”
She touched his back. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
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