A Wandering Minstrel (fearciuil) wrote,
A Wandering Minstrel

FIC: Explosive, Part 27/43

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“You’ve reached me.  Leave a message.”  Beep.

“Mike, it’s me.  Pick up the phone.”

Surprised, Cutter stood and located the phone.  “Jack?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Uh … okay, I suppose.”  Cutter coughed a little and sank into his chair at the table again, staring at his list.  “The first two things I need to do each require me to do the other one first.”

Silence.  “What?”

“I need to get access to my bank account and replace my driver’s license.  The bank is going to require a photo ID, and the DMV is going to require my birth certificate, which is in my safe deposit box.  And money to pay them.”  Cutter winced and jerked as he unthinkingly pressed his injured hand to his forehead.  “I don’t know what to do.”

“You could subpoena your birth certificate,”
McCoy suggested.

“Don’t tease me,” Cutter snapped, and coughed again.

“All right.  I’m sorry.”


“Would the bank accept your badge as ID?”

“I don’t have my badge.”

“Not at the moment.  But if you feel up to coming down, I’m pretty sure I can convince Tyson to at least replace your ID.”

Cutter snorted, immediately regretting the reflex when it made his throat feel like it had been rubbed with sandpaper.  “It’s good to be the boss,” he remarked sardonically.

“It has its moments.”


Shortly before lunch, Cutter—dressed in a new pair of jeans and button-down shirt purchased for him by McCoy—made his way from a cab to the door at One Hogan Place.  There, he was hailed by the security guard.

“Mr. Cutter!  Mr. McCoy said you might be in today.  He said you’re to go on through to Ty’s office.”

“I—uh, I was actually hoping I could go upstairs … at least put on a tie and a jacket.”  Cutter gave the guard his most beseeching look.

“You’re sounding a little hoarse, there,” the guard remarked, and Cutter sighed.

“That’s a byproduct of having my home burn down around me.”

The guard chuckled.  “Yeah, it would be.  You’re not hiding a gun or something, are you?”

Cutter smiled wryly and held up his bandaged hand.  “I wouldn’t be able to use it if I was.”

“Go on up.  Just sign in first.”

Cutter nodded and, head down, walked through the metal detector and signed in.


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Tags: character: jack mccoy, character: michael cutter, fanfic: law & order, genre: angst

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