#detective cyrus lupo

[bullet-prooflove]

Hurt: Cyrus Lupo x Reader

Tagging: @words-and-seeds @darqchilddaydreamz

Companion piece to Die For You and Prequel to Socks

Cyrus finds himself sitting in the back of an ambulance, his palm pressed to the place where thirty minutes ago a bullet had almost killed him. There’s a catharsis in the pain, in the agony that radiates across the space where his heart resides.

He knows the shot would have killed you.

He’s over six foot and the last time he’d embraced you, your head had come to rest in the exact area the bullet had struck his vest. It strikes him that even now, after all these years, he’s still willing to die for you.

He says nothing when you take up residence alongside of him, your shoulder and hip bumping against his. He thinks he can detect the soft scent of your perfume over the cordite in his nose. Flowers and gunpowder, that’s what being in love smells like to him.

He reaches for your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours. You don’t resist and he thinks that that’s a good sign.

“I didn’t expect it to hurt this much.” He finds himself saying as his thumb chases along the apex of your hand.

You both know he’s not talking about the bullet.

It hasn’t been easy working in your proximity, being able to look but not touch. The two of you may not be together but you’re still a fixture in his life. A stable presence in the chaos of his day to day.  It helps, he thinks that the two of you aren’t partnered. He has Green and you have Briscoe. Your desks run parallel in the bull pen, sometimes he finds himself gazing at you across the four foot of distance as you tap away on your computer because the thing is Cyrus has always liked to watch.

It’s been years, you’d said when he had told you about the transfer. The two of us are professionals.

You understand why he has to be here right now, that his niece and nephew need him after the death of their father. You saw the ruin that Tommy’s death had left in it’s wake, and you knew it would be the best thing for them as well as him.

“Cyrus…”

His name rolls off your lips and he remembers nights wrapped up in your sheets, your head tipped back in rapture as he’d loved you the way you had never been loved before him. He recalls how good you felt around his cock, your palm on the nape of his neck as he looked into your eyes and promised you the world.

“I’m not ready to let go just yet.” His voice is a little rough, he feels the scratch in his throat because there’s an ache in his chest and he’s not sure where it’s coming from. The fact you almost died or the fact that he nearly did.

You tilt your head towards him, your eyes meeting his.

“I guess I’m not either.”

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[trashpandafiction]

The Chief's Daughter - One Shot

Summary: (Based on this plot idea.) You're the daughter of the chief of police in your suburban town and you worry about him working too hard. Dropping off meals, coming to check that he's not at the precinct more than he's home starts to get less tedious and repetitive when you meet his newest addition, Cyrus Lupo. Detective Lupo is a transfer from New York and he certainly keeps your father on his toes, so it's definitely a bad idea to fall for him. Right? Pairings: Cyrus Lupo x Reader Word Count: 1,994 A/N: Here it is! My first one shot back in the game. This isn't beta'd or anything, it's really just a little thing to help me dip my toes in the water again. There is far too little Lupo content and when I saw this prompt, the light bulb went off. I kind of want to turn this into a full story, but I don't know if anyone would be interested in a full story. I hope you like it though!

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When this newest case fell into your father’s lap, you knew that he was going to be working late nights and rarely be home. He assured you that he was going to make sure he was eating and getting some sleep, but you knew him better, and that’s why you were walking into the precinct now, holding a bag of dinner from his favorite local diner.

          “He’s on the field.” A familiar voice said from your left.

          You looked over to see Detective Cyrus Lupo leaning back in his desk chair, a smile on his face. “Again?” you asked him. He rarely went on the field anymore but for this case, your father made it a habit.

          “He should be back soon though, he’s been gone for close to two hours.” He replied.

          “Must have been important if he’s been gone that long.” You said, moving to sit in the chair beside Cyrus’ desk. “Do you guys have any sort of lead yet?”

          He shrugged, sitting up in his chair and rolling forward a bit so he could peer into the food bag. “A few, but nothing substantial so far. This is the biggest one we’ve had and that’s off the record.”

          You slid the bag closer to you while he spoke so he couldn’t look inside, earning a small frown from the man. “Well maybe him being gone this long is a good sign then. Why aren’t you out there with him?” you asked.

          “Someone has to hold down the fort while he’s away.” He said, which earned him a quirked brow from you. “He’s a little pissed off at me and has me on desk duty tonight.”

          Cyrus giving your dad problems was nothing new to you. Since he was transferred to your dad’s precinct out of New York, your dad saw him as a problem child. If you had a dollar for every time your dad referred to Cyrus’ “city experience” or “NYPD attitude”, you could have quit your job. When you first met Cyrus, you thought he was a bit arrogant but as you had gotten to know him on your visits to bring meals or just to check in on your dad, you realized he was anything but. He was caring, he worked hard, and he could always get you to smile or laugh, and that seemed to bother your dad, but you weren’t dating the man so what could be the harm in just chatting with him?

          “I have such a hard time believing that you’d ever get in trouble and assigned to desk duty, Detective Lupo.” You said with a smirk.

          “I can’t believe it either.” he said shaking his head.

          “So, what was it this time? Mouthy comment? Sarcastic remark? Too tough with a suspect? Flirting with a witness? I could go on.” You said with a cheeky smile.

          “You should be a profiler, you read people pretty well.” He teased. “He wanted me to drop a lead and I didn’t want to let it go.”

          You nodded at him to get him to continue.

          “It got us a different perspective and a potential new witness, but it also got me desk duty.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if it’ll play out or not but at least it’s something else to try instead of just sitting around.”

          Your dad was always about facts, not gut feelings, or hunches, and that’s one of the many reasons he butted heads with Cyrus. “Is that what he’s checking on now?” you asked.

          “No, I did. He’s checking on what the witness gave me earlier and I’m sure that if nothing comes from it, I’ll be at this desk for the next month.” He said, crossing his arms on his desk.

          “Well if he’s been gone almost two hours then maybe there’s something there.” You shrugged.

          “Maybe.” He mumbled. His phone rang and he checked the screen before raising his brows. “Maybe it was a good something because he’s asking me to meet him and Jameson.”

          “I won’t keep you from a good ‘I told you so.’” You stood up from the chair and held the bag of food. “I’ll leave this in his office for him.”

          Cyrus stood up and grinned at your joke. “I’m not gonna hold my breath.” He teased. “I’ll let him know you stopped by and that he has dinner waiting for him.”

          “Thank you. Be careful out there.” You said.

          “Always am.” He said, heading for the exit.

          You headed towards your dad’s office but stopped when you heard Cyrus call your name.

          When you turned to face him, he pointed at you. “And I don’t flirt with witnesses.” He said before giving you a grin. “Only daughters of my bosses.” He said before disappearing down the hallway.

          You couldn’t help but smile at the comment as you put the bag of food in your dad’s fridge. You wrote a note to leave on his desk and then headed out, Cyrus’ grin stuck in your head.

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          Two weeks later, your dad was finishing paperwork for the case and beginning the next one. He swore to you that he wasn’t going to be as ‘hands-on’ with this case, but that seemed to slip his mind after the first two days working on it. That’s how you had ended up at the precinct again, eating dinner with him in his office. It was good to actually sit down with him and check in with him, and you almost made it to the one-hour mark before he got a call and was back to work.

          You cleaned up the wrappers from your meals quietly, kissed the top of his head and whispered to him to be careful before you headed out of his office and towards the elevators. When the doors opened, you were greeted with a familiar face: Cyrus.

          “Fancy meeting you here.” You smiled.

          “You’re lucky, I’m rarely here.” He quipped back. “Going down?” he held his arm out to keep the doors open for you.

          “I am, thank you.” You stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. You had seen Cyrus here and there over the past two weeks, but since his comment about flirting with you, you got nervous around him. He must have picked up on it because it seemed like he was upping his interactions with you when you were around, like he enjoyed seeing you blush. “Have a good night, Detective.”

          Before the doors could close, he put his arm between them, causing them to open again. “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked with a crooked grin.

          The request took you off guard, but the doors attempting to close again seemed to pull you out of your head. “Sure.”

          Cyrus stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close before he spoke up again. “Your dad still working or did he actually stop to eat tonight?”

          “We managed to have a whole meal and a conversation for nearly an hour. I think that’s a record.” You chuckled. “I see you’re not tethered to your desk tonight.” You noted, looking up at him.

          “No, I’ve been good for the most part. Whenever I have a good idea, I just write it down in my journal instead.” He said with a smirk. “I’m glad you two got to sit down and talk though. I know he enjoys it too.”

          You nodded. “Good idea.” You teased. You smiled softly at his comment and nodded. “I enjoy it too, even if he thinks I’m being overbearing.”

          “He doesn’t think that, he’s just worried about you worrying about him.” He said.

          The doors opened when the elevator arrived at the lobby and Cyrus let you step out first before he joined you, holding the front door open for you. You were parked across the street and at this time of night, it wasn’t too busy.

          “You won’t give me a ticket for jaywalking, will you?” you asked him, zipping your jacket.

          “It’s not jaywalking if you’re getting a police escort. It’s a law.” He said, looking down at you and holding his arm out.

          “Oh, it is?” you asked, not believing him for a second, but still you linked your arm in his.

          “Yeah. Probably.” He said with a smirk before walking you across the street to your car.

          “Thank you.” You said when you got there, pulling your keys out and unlocking the doors.

          “Just doing my duty, ma’am.” He said, opening the door for you.

          You tossed your bag onto your passenger’s seat and then looked up at him again. You were about to tell him not to work too hard, but he interrupted your plan.

          “I haven’t said anything to upset you or scare you off, have I?” he asked, his arm leaning on the door as he spoke. Before you could ask him what he meant, he continued. “You just seem a little nervous around me lately and I hope I didn’t cause you to feel that way.”

          “No, you haven’t said anything.” Sure, he had made a comment about flirting with you but maybe he had forgotten about that.

          “I know I made the comment about flirting with you and I didn’t know if that was crossing a line or anything. I can knock it off if you want me to.” He continued.

          You smiled and shook your head. “Cyrus, you making a comment isn’t going to scare me off. If it did, I probably wouldn’t still be talking to you.”

          “Even if the comment was true?” he asked you, almost testing the waters.

          You looked up at him and cocked your head slightly. “Was it?” was all you could say.

          “That depends on whether or not that would make you act weirder towards me or not.” He said with a half grin.

          He was flirting with you, and he was telling you that he was flirting with you. Your dad would have Cyrus transferred by morning if he knew that you had been flirting back, even if you thought that it was just friendly banter. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and shrugged, trying to find the words. “I won’t act weird towards you.” Good one. “Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t flirting back.” You added.

          He studied your expression for a moment before he grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” He said.

          You smiled, nodding. “We are. Aren’t you still on the clock?” you asked him. “I’d hate to see you grounded at your desk again, Detective.” You teased before getting into the driver’s seat. You started the car up, Cyrus shutting the door behind you.

          When you rolled the window down, he leaned down so he could see you. “I just need to grab my stuff and finish my paperwork for the night which shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. I know you just ate, and it’s a little late for coffee.” He started, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

          Was he inviting you out? “How about dessert?” you asked him. “Lonnie’s is open late, and they’ve got the best sundaes in town.”

          He nodded at your offer. “I never turn down a lead on good food, especially the best in town.”

          “Well, finish your paperwork and then come meet me there. I have plenty of leads we can talk about.” You teased.

          “Great. I’ll see you there.” He grinned. He knocked on the top of the car before standing up straight and stepping away so you could drive off.

          You glanced in the rearview and saw him heading back into the building once you had pulled away. You weren’t sure how the night wound up in this direction, and you were a little scared of what your dad would have to say about it, but that didn’t stop you from driving to Lonnie’s for a late-night sundae with your favorite detective.

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[hazelnutgirlsworld]

A wallpaper I made once mixing gothic, Art Deco and detective Cyrus Lupo

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[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

patience. ( cyrus lupo x reader )

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Lupo was one bad date from believing that he was cursed. He had feelings for you for several months, and his reasons for not asking you out sooner was because work kept you both busy and his love life was one failure after another. After the last woman he cared for turned out to be one of the suspects they were looking for, Lupo intended to stay single for the rest of his life - something he had shared with you over a drink.

In line with your personality, you called him "dramatic" and a "man who lets a woman's appearance cloud their true character." Lupo had denied your claims, and when you asked him to argue his case, you jokingly called him "counselor". Lupo's argument was based entirely on you, which stunned you into silence as he described his first interaction with you in perfect detail, and you were taken back to the first day you entered the precinct to retrieve files that would help your defense case. However, Lupo appealed to your better nature, and you dropped the case and squashed your client's demands of suing the department.

"I knew that you were against your client from the beginning. You were forced to take the case and took the chance on missing a promotion to get the guy behind bars."

You sipped your drink before sitting it on the bar top. "Yeah, well, I've never been good at taking orders. One of the many, many reasons I could never be a cop."

"I don't mean that as a bad thing." He quickly backpedaled. "I meant that you do the right thing without caring about the consequences. And you do it with every case. And with people." When you raised an eyebrow, his lips formed a smirk as he explained, "Well, you tend to upset people with your honesty. But it's another thing I like about you."

Feeling a shift in the atmosphere, you looked at the detective, who took a long sip of his beer. "I'm not always honest." He looked at you curiously as you continued, "Remember when the shooter broke into my office, and you told me that I should've called you, and I said I didn't cause it was the middle of the night, and you had just gotten off shift, and I promised to tell you everything?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"Well, I lied." You turned to order another drink, and with a long sip, your drink was gone.

"What? Wait, wait, so what haven't you told me?" He asked, leaning his arm on the bar top as he turned to you.

"Your choice in women is poor." You held up a hand when he raised an eyebrow, continuing to speak before he could interrupt you. "No, you do have poor taste in women. But it's because you always want to see the good in people. Like me, for example. It's the eve of your day off, and you're sitting in a flashy bar instead of going home because you feel I deserve to have someone. And I don't need anyone." You concluded, referring to the time he had you meet him in what was known as a cop bar because most of the customers were cops, past and present. He had told you that it must've been lonely at the top, meaning the top of your field, and you had told him, "but the view is great."

Lupo had witnessed how personal cases became when you were named prosecutor, the opposition and your colleagues often questioned how you handled cases. Your sharp tone and honesty, which many found offensive, had gotten you into trouble many times, but Lupo was the first to understand that it was your way of keeping people away.

"Yeah, you do." He replied. "And before you judge my love life too harshly, I happened to be right about one woman in my life." He paused for a moment. "You."

"Me?"

"It's currently one in the morning, and you've just won another case, and instead of celebrating with a bottle of wine that would probably cost me three months' wages, you are here having a drink with me." You pondered his words, realizing he was right. "You do need somebody. Everyone does at some point."

"You've got me all figured out, huh?" You paid the bartender when he placed another drink before you, lifting the glass delicately as you turned to the detective beside you. "Have you ever considered that this," You gestured between you both, making the corner of his lips tug upwards at your aversion to labeling him as a friend. "is one, if not the biggest, reason why your relationships fail? You have a girl at home waiting, and here you are sitting with the antichrist."

Lupo had, in fact, considered this, hell he knew it was true, but he refused to let your comment slide so easily. "You're not the antichrist."

"Your partner thinks so. Actually, everyone does. Except you." You tilted your head as you met his gaze, and Lupo shook his head.

"You're not the antichrist. Little smug but," he shrugged, and you glared at him when he smirked, "you are great at what you do, so I let it slide."

You rolled your eyes before asking, "So why do you do it? Is it a charity thing?"

"Did you ever consider that I like your company?" He said, taking a sip of his beer. "After a long day of people lying, receiving some honesty is refreshing."

You stared at him for a moment. "If you can figure me out, then why can't you figure out the women in your life are crazy?"

"I am still busy trying to figure you out. That's why their craziness goes over my head."

You snickered, and he looked at you with a smile, chuckling as he shook his head. You observed him as he took another drink, sensing his sudden nervousness. You were getting closer to the truth; he knew it, and you knew he would tell you. He always told you everything eventually.

"Why do you keep trying to be my friend?" You asked.

"Because everybody needs somebody. And as hard as it may be for you to believe, I enjoy your company. Although it is frustrating when I feel like you're pushing me away and I can never figure out why." He replied.

"Maybe I'm protecting you." You told him.

"What? From you?"

"Is that such a wild thing to believe?"

Lupo set his beer down when you glanced away, playing with your glass, and he could see it then. The truth so openly presented in a moment of pure honesty. So he decided to return the favor.

"I don't really like them." He began, elaborating when you looked at him. "Sometimes I need a distraction. Then I get so distracted that I don't realize they could be a murderer."

Your eyebrows furrowed and while you wanted to make a witty remark, you instead opted to ask, "What do you need a distraction from? The job?"

"Parts of it." He said. "The things we deal with every day take their toll sometimes. And then there's you."

Expecting him to respond like everyone else, even though you knew how highly Cyrus thought of you, you were shocked when he made a confession that would change your life.

"For someone so smart, I don't know how you haven't realized I have feelings for you. That I have for a while." He chuckled lightly.

You knew. Of course, you knew about his feelings. But you had always dedicated yourself to your work, and meeting the persistent Cyrus Lupo, who wasn't so easily deterred as everyone else, determined to break down your walls to learn everything there was to know about you, had made cracks appear on those bricks. You knew tonight was a bad idea. But the scorching jealousy you had felt earlier when you heard about his relationship with the suspect, you knew you couldn't deny it to yourself anymore. Or to him.

"I know the thought of anyone getting close freaks you out. And I don't know who hurt you enough to make you shut yourself away. All I know is I wanna kick their ass." His speech made you smile faintly, and your gazes locked as he moved closer. "And I want to prove that I wouldn't dare hurt you. I'd sooner take a bullet."

"Don't say that. You are ninety-six percent more likely to be shot than anyone else in your profession. Even me. And a lot of people want to kill me." You attempted to scold him while lightening the atmosphere, but you weren't sure he had even heard you as he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Not if I kill them first. Plus, I'd have a good lawyer."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, and Cyrus closed the distance between you, kissing you tenderly but with enough hesitance that made you ease into the kiss. You placed a hand on the nape of his neck, drawing him closer momentarily before pulling away.

"I would be a witness; therefore, I couldn't represent you legally -" Cyrus cut you off with another kiss, and your eyes closed as you reciprocated his passionate kiss with equal fervor.

He pulled away after a few moments, but his hand remained on your cheek as his eyes searched your expression to try and gauge what you were thinking or feeling. And his worries were quickly taken away when you spoke.

"I have an overpriced bottle of wine at home. Do you want to join me?"

And Cyrus knew his patience had finally paid off.

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Barber Shop (Cyrus Lupo | Law & Order)

Summary — You’re surprised by Lupo’s sudden change in appearance.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; workplace flirting.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,048. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This is based on the moments from Episodes 12 and 13 from Season 20, in which Van Buren convinces Lupo and Bernard to get rid of their “downtown look.”

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You had always known Anita Van Buren to be very, very honest. And she didn’t particularly care if someone didn’t like what she had to say. In this instance, however, you found that rather hilarious.

You were Van Buren’s personal secretary, not to mention one of her closest friends in the precinct. She knew everything about you, including the slight infatuation you had with a certain detective.

Lupo and Bernard had recently been investigating the death of a reporter, leading them to make a connection between her and a talk show host named Vanessa Carville.

As the four of you watched a portion of her show, you felt Lupo’s tall stature practically looming over you. He offered you a small smile when you glanced at him over your shoulder.

As Van Buren turned down the volume of her television, she looked at the detectives with suspicion, “Vanessa Carville?” 

“Megan Kerik wasn’t writing an article about women sleeping with their bosses,” explained Bernard, referring to the victim of their case. “She was writing about women who were sleeping with Vanessa Carville.” 

You nodded slowly, examining the woman on the television screen. The detectives’ investigation seemed to be going in the right direction.

“That may have included Megan,” said Lupo. “It turns out that before she reduced herself to digging up gossip for CitySmear, she was a production associate on The Sisters.” 

Van Buren shook her head, and replied, “I love this show! It’s a great way of turning off your brain for an hour.” 

“Would you love it as much if you knew Vanessa Carville was plowing through her female employees?” asked Lupo. 

You spared another glance at him, and agreed, “She’s married, and she has a family.” 

Bernard jumped in, “If she caught wind what Megan was writing about...” 

Van Buren slowly nodded, and sighed, “Go see her. You know, if it were for anything else, I’d ask you to get me some tickets to the show.” 

The two men nodded. As Lupo brushed past you, he whispered a quiet apology when he rested his hands against your shoulders. You waved your hand dismissively. 

“And one more thing!” said Van Buren, causing the men to stop in their tracks. “You know, I don’t know what kind of ‘downtown look’ you guys are going for with the stubble and all, but it’s not working.” 

You tried to smother your laughter by covering your mouth, but it didn’t seem to work very well. Lupo raised his eyebrows at you, and then he smirked at Van Buren, “For downtown or for you?” 

Van Buren narrowed her eyes at them, and said, “Both.” 

You turned away as Lupo looked at you once more. It was becoming harder to muffle your laughter at Van Buren’s comments. She had never been one to hold back. 

However, you could no longer contain yourself as she continued, “Have you looked in a mirror lately, Detective?”

Lupo and Bernard gave you amused expressions as you burst into laughter. Van Buren gave you a wink, letting you know that she was having just as much fun.

“All right,” shrugged Lupo, chuckling at the sight of you.

Bernard smiled as he followed his partner out of Van Buren’s office, “Okay then.”

Lupo couldn’t stop himself from glancing at you one more time, smiling as you continued to laugh with Van Buren. Even if it was at his own expense. 

You waited patiently for the department’s coffee machine to brew a fresh pot. Van Buren had warned everyone that the office would be in for a long night, and you wanted to prepare yourself. 

Nearly releasing a sigh of relief once the coffee was done, you poured a cup for yourself and quickly began adding creamer. 

“Hey.”

You barely stopped yourself from accidentally knocking over your cup. Lupo chuckled as he moved to stand next to you, muttering, “Sorry.”

You shook your head, watching as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his broad chest. You blinked and forced yourself not to stare, instead turning your attention to the coffee in front of you. 

“It’s okay,” you replied. “How is your investigation going?” 

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “Our only suspect is being blackmailed, so we’ve hit a dead end for now. And she claims that she hasn’t spoken to our victim in over a year.” 

You offered him a smile, “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” 

Lupo examined you closely as he watched you stir your coffee. He then decided to get a cup for himself. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and asked, “So what do you think?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “About what?”

“My ‘downtown look,’ as Van Buren put it.” 

You failed to stop a smile from spreading across your lips. As you finished preparing your coffee, you quickly took a sip before replying, “I think it looks good, but you want to visit a barber shop... be my guest.”

Lupo chuckled, eyes following you as you gently patted his shoulder before finally leaving the room.

It wasn’t too long after your encounter with Lupo in the break room that he surprised you again. He and Bernard had started working on a new case only a few days earlier, which left you to collect some files for Van Buren. 

As you entered the bullpen, you immediately heard her voice: “—without the beards, you guys look five years younger.”

You looked up from the reports in your hand, raising your eyebrows at the sight of Lupo and Bernard. Both men seemed to have taken Van Buren’s comments on their ‘downtown looks’ into consideration. Both of their faces were freshly shaven, making them look much different compared to their previous appearances. 

Van Buren took the files from your hands before finally disappearing into her office. Lupo gave you a small smile as he spread his arms out, and asked, “Well? What’s the opinion?” 

You smiled back, taking a moment to glance at the floor, “Like I said, Detective... I think it looks good.”

Lupo’s eyes followed you as you joined Van Buren in her office. As you closed the door, he felt himself flush with excitement while you gave him a once-over before finally disappearing from sight.

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[tinkerbelldetective]

Once again back with a Law and Order Poll

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[panevanbuckley]

me? falling in love with lupo as he chases a dude on a bike, dressed in his suit and tie, blowing on his little whistle?? it's more likely than you think.

#i watched that scene and then immediately shouted at my tv about how this is exactly how i know i'm not gay #if only.... #anyways i love detectives running after suspects anyways but his lil' whistle made that scene so much better idk why pls don't ask #law and order #cyrus lupo

[stefanmikaleson1864]

From now on this blog is only dedicated to Detective Cyrus Lupo I will not be taking any questions a this time thank you

#law and order #cyrus lupo #jeremy sisto

[sonnet77]

Cyrus Lupo // Collateral

Summary: You and Lupes cared about each other, but the courage to say it outright? Not so much. Until, this happened...

Warnings: brief mentions of blood due minor injury

2,971 words

You enjoyed working at the D.A.’s office, but there was always something special about when you got to get out of the courthouse or One Hogan Place-- and tag along with the detectives somewhere. Detective Lupo always made Detective Bernard sit in the back, because you were the guest. Bernard let it go, after you said you appreciated it and so did your stomach, avoiding car-sickness. He didn’t want to chance it, neither did you. 

Except when you sat up front, you started to have another fluttering feeling. It started to happen when you let yourself glance at Lupo occasionally. It wasn’t intentional at first, just a random occurrence. Then somehow you enjoyed seeing how his eyes crinkled at something you said, how his hair stuck stupidly out from his navy beanie, how his bearded smile or low chuckle was something to look forward to. Because it was contagious and made your day-- typically dark due to the subject matter of your jobs-- a little brighter. You liked hanging out with both detectives though, you all had a rapport that worked and balanced each other, and you self-centeredly assumed that they liked working with you more over Cutter.

You had accompanied Lupo and Bernard to execute a search warrant of a property you believed was unoccupied. You were there to confirm logistics, because in the past, little grammatical and inferences on the spot, messed up what technically meant what was and wasn’t able to be searched, and evidence got thrown out and threw a wrench in the case. You didn’t want that happening here. The detectives went to knock on the front door, out-of-courtesy, and peered into the front windows which were covered. You heard a faint noise, one that they hadn’t picked up on. You wondered if you had heard it at all, as you were leaning against the car by the road, coat in your hands now since the warm sun had been shining on your waiting frame. Your feet, however, were curious, and wandered in the direction of the sound you thought you heard further around the house. You noticed a side-door, and turned your head to check the surroundings. That’s when out of nowhere you suddenly felt a force pushing you to the ground, your arms immediately stretching out to prevent your head from hitting the asphalt.  You yelped as you made contact, sliding against dirt on the pavement. The prior disturbance and running feet, enough for Lupo and Bernard to notice.

Moments before, Lupo had briefly turned from where he was at the porch, noticing your silhouette no longer by the car. He knew you wouldn’t listen, but he still warned you every time.

“Dammit,” he mumbled out of an exhale, knowing you and your dogged inquisitiveness and also the twinge of trepidation that came with it. He quickly walked down and towards the front yard, until he heard the sounds of the scuffle. Then he ran.

“Guys! There’s someone!” Your adrenaline managed to yell out, as Lupo rounded the corner of the house, seeing your body still on the ground, at the same time a guy was running past him.

“Bernard!” He yelled,  “You’re one o’clock!”

Lupo started taking a step towards you, his mind torn at wanting to check on you, and wanting to chase after that guy, in a split-second. You saw him, debating, as you were half-way leaning up, “Lupes, I’m fine, go!” you ordered, without another thought.

He nodded at receipt of your instruction, as Bernard yelled something else to him. And then Lupo was gone. They managed to catch the guy off guard, and apprehend him. You missed the sight of it, muddling to get up, your arm sore from the unexpected injuries. You got up slower than you had intended, not wanting to put your pain and sudden fear on display. You knew the detectives would think twice about it next time, if you made this a big deal. And, it wasn’t a big deal. You were fine. Lupo met you again halfway, on your small trek back to the car, your one ankle feeling slightly off as you walked, but you didn’t say anything.

Your search was delayed, but a patrol was posted out-front in case other surprises were expected at the house. You went back to the precinct for the booking, annoyed that the day was disrupted. The guy in question was stuck in interrogation room #1 with Bernard only currently...

Because Lupo had to give himself another minute to stop the flames boiling his blood. He asked multiple times on the drive back, if you were okay. You said you were, secretly nursing your sore arm underneath the coat around your shoulders. It could’ve been worse you assured him. He still wasn’t satisfied, his eyes glaring underneath his aviator sunglasses at the idiot in handcuffs in the back-seat. Cyrus knew you could’ve gotten a concussion, or that guy could’ve had a gun. He stopped those same thoughts stuck again on a loop, sensing the tension running from his chest outward. He already went over-the-speed limit driving back. He needed to calm down then, and he still wasn’t any better now, staring at the man behind the two-way mirror. His hand balled into a fist. Lupo crossed his arms, covering up his overbeating heart-- that you were stuck in a part of, permanently, despite if he knew it fully or not.

You held your coat in your hands again, watching over the conversation that wasn’t really much of one in the small room. You shifted, your breath hitching at a burning pain you felt as your arm moved against the fabric of your shirt.

Lupo turned, hearing your gasp in the silence. That’s when he observed the stain on your light grey sleeve. He called out your name forbearingly, to which you turned to,

“You’re bleeding,” he stated plainly, as your eyes now stared at him.

“What?” You dropped your head, rotating your arm, trying to hide the sharp pain that increased when doing so, “Ugh,” you cleared your throat to shove the pain back down, “I’ll be fine.”

He ignored you completely, “No, at least let me get you a bandage, it’s bleeding still. I’ll be right back.”

You couldn’t argue against it, because he had already left the room. You inspected the wound, knowing the ache was growing and he was right, it was bleeding again. The bright red mixing with the darker dried colour on your sleeve, you wondered what bruises were forming underneath the surface. You realized you were lucky, aware of some of the other risks that could have happened. You knew you’d be okay, you could handle yourself, you always had.  

“This was all I could find,” Lupo’s voice called out again, gesturing to the band-aid and alcohol wipe in either of his hands. 

“Cyrus,” you gently whined. It was a name you liked, but never said much, falling from your lips in warning, “You don’t have to.”

“Well, my guilt says otherwise,” he argued, opening the cloth, before holding out his one hand for your arm to rest on.

“It wasn’t your fault, though, it was mine.”

“Technically, yes,” he agreed obviously, as he held back a smirk, “But without you as a distraction I don’t think the perp would’ve ran towards the front of the house and towards us,” he explained, calmly, as he cleaned up the wound, “so he could’ve gotten away.”

He felt your arm flinch at the strong sting of the alcohol. The grip of his one hand, which supported your arm, sensed your reaction, his thumb comfortingly grazing the unhurt skin as a distraction for you. He hadn’t even noticed he was doing it.

Regardless, it worked, your pain fading as your own heart fluttered again. Your brain tried to remind you there was an interview going on a few feet from you, a different wrench in the current case. That this was totally unnecessary too. But you were still engulfed in the small act of caring willingly offered. Even if your face thought nothing of it on the surface, you tried to keep those feelings that were creeping in, at bay. You looked up at the compassionate detective, feeling the band-aid just freshly pressed against the wound, knowing he was finished tending to you.

“Thank you,” you, quietly and sincerely, uttered-- your softened voice causing a tug at the edges of Lupo’s lips that he fought to show fully.

“You-- you didn’t have to do this,” you meekly added.

“I know,” his low voice answered, before nodding, “I wanted to.”

Your eyes got caught in his gaze. You had intended to be nonchalant, but you failed. Or, Cyrus Lupo just observed your eyes enough to know differently. He saw the gratefulness, the vulnerability, the uneasiness. And, he thought he saw something else too, but wasn’t sure, because it was a new look.

His stare was so genuine, but at the same time too profound-- like he figured out how to get through every lock you put on the invisible doors into your head. It scared you, but at the same time you didn’t want to look away. A small smile was still sitting near his lips, coming into full view now, which caused you to mirror the expression on your face.

“Alright, apparently, Leon Anders...” 

Reality snapped back to both of you, as Bernard’s voice hit your pairs of ears. You hadn’t been watching the room to see that the other detective had left.

“...Am I interrupting something?” Bernard questioned, his eyebrows raising at the odd sight of two-working professionals previously sharing smiles in the silence.

“Uh, inside joke.” Lupo easily explained, his head turning away to hide the burn that was traveling from his ears to his cheeks, scratching his beard.

“You’re not that funny, Lupes,” Bernard quipped back, with a tilt of his head, eyes still traveling between both of your faces.

“Leon Anders, what’s his deal?” You asked, interrupting the confused, awkward, and doubtful air in the room surrounding everyone now.

Bernard’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t push it, “Anders was apparently squatting in the house, as he was told to stay there until he heard future instructions from Minetti, but then never did.”

“Does he know about--” Lupo began to inquire, Bernard knowing where he was going,

“I’m not sure. But, how he’s handled things up to this point, I’m guessing no.”

“Well, you can still keep him right now, give him an hour to see if he gets talkative again,” you added.

“I’m going to cross-reference the names to see if anything comes up. You can try a run at him, if you want,” Bernard offered to Lupo, before going to leave the room.

“Wait,” you called out, the detective stopping at the doorway, “What about the search warrant? Why wait on that any longer?”

“Yeah, Anders may or may not know something-- most likely not, but if anything is stashed away-- we can find it and confirm it immediately,” Lupo reasoned, “Or before anything else happens.”

“Well if you’re up for it,” Kevin asked, his own concern evident over what happened to you earlier, “then by all means.”

Bernard knew since you two suggested it, you two wanted to go together, and he wouldn’t intervene. It’s not like he never saw both of you sneaking glances at each other from the backseat. Come on, he was a reasonable guy. He rolled his eyes at it, but he wasn’t one to meddle.

You and Lupo shared one glance of agreement, before walking alongside each other to the exit without a word. You didn’t know if Cyrus was going to say anything before Bernard dropped in. You hadn’t had anything planned, besides continuing to grin there like an idiot. Ugh, you couldn’t stop it. Maybe you did hit your head, and didn’t realize it. First-aid wasn’t anything to read into. Speaking of injuries, you and your sore foot were thankful the car wasn’t parked in the farther lot.

When you walked down the steps of the precinct, the ankle you thought had stopped hurting decided to give out on you, without warning. You felt your leg buckle, your balance shift, and fear rise into your throat as you started to fall forward the last remaining couple of feet. Your voice made an unintelligible squeak in response to the impending injury. Your eyes shut and because of that-- you missed the keen reaction time of Cyrus Lupo, who had jumped off the last three steps, which wasn’t really much for his longer legs, and swung his body around in front of yours to catch you as gingerly as he could.

Your body stayed upright, and fell against soft layers of fabric over a strong chest, instead of the predicted concrete. 

“Woah there,” Lupo exclaimed, mixing in his sarcasm,  “No new parkour tricks on my watch.”

Your eyes shot open, and there he was with that scruffy smile. Dammit. 

“You alright?” Lupo asked, eyebrows raising, noticing you hadn’t said anything.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and nodded a yes. Your brain couldn’t process words-- too frazzled over the multiple messages from your nervous system: pain, embarrassment, and a feeling that flooded your cheeks when you sensed someone’s strong hands snug around your waist just moments ago. In addition, your arm was ringing in pain from being jarred again. You squinted your eyes, trying to hide not only yourself, but also your hurting-- your other arm tending to your injured one.

At your response, Cyrus stepped a foot back, his arms letting you go, but not his gaze, which was still uncertain, “What about your arm? It doesn’t seem all right,” the detective inquired, his voice kind, but adamant.

“It’s just sore, like my ankle, I guess,” you replied as nonchalantly as you could, hating that you were admitting this out-loud.

“Do you need--”

“No. No hospital,” you cut him off, as you walked to the passenger side-door, “Let’s go. I’ve added to the delay enough.”

Cyrus hadn’t followed you. He was still on the curb, staring at you, shaking his head at you and your stubbornness.

“I’m fine!” you argued flatly, arms outstretched like it wasn’t a big deal, then gesturing to him to hurry up.

He unlocked the car, and you got inside, rolling your eyes to yourself. You hoped your blush had died down by now.

Lupo rolled his eyes, before approaching the car. He sighed, before opening the door and getting into the driver’s seat. The door shut and the engine started. You sensed the air was filling with aggravation. You bit your lip, pausing in thought, “Lupes?”

He tilted his head towards you, waiting for whatever you were going to say.

“I don’t want you guys worrying about me. It’s not necessary. It takes energy away from the job you do and it’s not fair to the victims. But uh, thank you for preventing me from getting a face lift from the ground right now,” you said, forcing a laugh, trying to shift the tone of conversation you had created.

“You’re welcome.” 

Lupo debated himself in regards to saying anything more right then, but as he saw how your loose hair was framing your face, how the light falling from the window hit your eyes and made them flicker with some enticing glow, and how your mere presence existing in the passenger seat made him feel better, he couldn’t help it.

“I do actually like your face very much the way it is,” Lupo assured with a lopsided grin, as you felt a flutter behind your coat’s collar, “But unfortunately, you can’t control what other people worry about. It just comes with the territory of the job.”

“Well, thanks I guess, but I don’t need it.”

“When people care about other people, Y/N, they just do. It’s not something based on need.” Cyrus calmly argued, arm leaning against the steering wheel.

“You care about me?” Your brain blurted out, unconvinced at the fact or that you actually needed to hear it.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Duly noted,” you said, your own heart feeling too vulnerable in this smaller space, spilling over with something you hadn’t felt in some time, you took a deep breath, looking out the windshield, “I care about you too, you know.”

Lupo’s cheekbones rose with a small smirk, “Duly noted,” he mirrored, before adding, “But, if I have to prevent another workplace injury today, I’m going to have to start seeking reimbursement for medical costs.”

“How about dinner?” You boldly stated, leaving it open-ended, just in case, sneaking a glance at him after the last word left your lips. He saw that same new look in your eyes and suddenly he understood what it meant.

“Dinner?” His eyebrows raised, slightly surprised, his head leaning to the side, contemplating the question he already knew the answer to, “I’d like that.”

“Good,” you agreed, “my cooking is the collateral,” you noted, before getting back to the case at hand.

“Wait-- are you a good cook, though?” His eyes jokingly wide, “I want reciprocity made in good faith here.”

“Did you manage to get through another chapter of your law book?” You bantered right back.

He arched his eyebrow, “It was two chapters, actually. And, I still didn’t get an answer.”

“Shut up, and yes,”  you said, before continuing with the case.

Cyrus let you talk and listened, his smirk turning into a grin to himself, as he put on his sunglasses. He put the car in gear and started the drive back to the house. He made sure not to speed, this time. Taking the slower side streets, on purpose. You didn’t mind, stealing another glance of him as he drove.

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Found Love Chapter 1: Getting Her Man

Title: Found Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order, Dick Wolf and NBC do. Not beta'd.

Author's Note: What if after all this time Connie had been eyeing Lupo finally gets the courage to act on her crush?

Genre: General

Rating: K+

Mentions of/ Spoilers for: Just a Girl in the World (20.02) and For the Defense (20.09)

AU Post ‘For the Defense’

It had been a perplexing day all around. ADA Connie Rubisrosa was with DA Jack McCoy, EADA Mike Cutter, Lt. Van Buren, Detective Bernard, and Detective Lupo at the Reade Street Bar after winning their latest case. Instead of sitting with co-workers, she was at the bar nursing her drink, she was zoning out completely. Connie set her apart as a strong woman and focused more on her career than her love life. She chose not to pursue a love life at the moment. With the workload Connie had, she could only hang out with her siblings if she was lucky to get out of Manhattan and hang out with co-workers after work. The other was she didn’t want to be with a man who would have tried to get her away from law and made her solely a housewife. 

Then there were recent two cases she and her co-workers had to persecute, and the defense attorney was none other than Marcus Woll. All was fine until they all found out about her physical involvement with Marcus when he was the ADA, and she first joined their office. Then there was the fact she had been unwitting co-conspirator of a past case that landed Marcus in trouble. The details hurt pretty bad. Now she knew how bad Lupo felt when he inadvertently got involved with Emma Kim a few weeks after the Woll case.

As Connie continued to sit by herself, Lupo, sitting with his co-workers, realized that Connie wasn’t sitting with them. There he saw her sitting at the bar staring into space, he knew what she was thinking about. When the light of Connie’s involvement with Marcus Woll came out, it shocked him. He would judge her, but he knew shouldn’t; after all, he had his involvement with a suspect in the murder of Daisy Chao. 

It seemed for some time he had developed a crush on their ADA. However, he was too scared to approach her as he thought she was way out of his league, mostly how she went college, and he had gone straight to the police academy right out of high school. However, now wasn’t the time too timid or wallow.  

Excusing himself, Lupo walked over to the bar to offer his company to Connie. The rest of the crew were oblivious, but Bernard knew what it was about. Connie continued to zone out and didn’t hear someone approach her. Connie was out of it until she heard a deep voice, “Connie, mind if I join you?”

Jolted, she turned around and saw it was Detective Lupo. Connie motioned him to sit. They began talking about little things here and there. Next thing they knew that it was time for them to leave as they had to work the next day.

Over the next several weeks, they worked continued on cases. When they had a little time for themselves, Connie and Detective Lupo had gone to get a bite to eat and chat and get to know each other just a little more. Sometime after the night at the bar getting a drink and hitting her, she had developed deep a deep crush on the said detective. After a clear realization, she began to plan on how to make Lupo hers forever. Following some severe consideration, Connie figured out how to let Lupo know the feelings she has had for him and pose as a secret admirer. As Connie was finishing up the last of the paperwork for the day, she quickly typed the note and took it with the stack of files and went over to the bullpen. Seeing that he wasn’t there, she smiled as she dropped them off on Lupo’s desk.

A short time later, Lupo came back from another meeting with tracking down a lead. Sighing deeply, he went to his desk and saw a stack of files needing his signature. He also saw a small piece of paper folded in half; he picked it up and opened it. It read:

To Detective Lupo:

I admire you and your work and that you are the most refined NYPD.

Sincerely,

Your Secret Admirer

This got Lupo wondering who it might be he had been dominated once by Emma Kim, and that turned into a near disaster for the case. Now having a secret admirer was new for him, thus beginning an exciting adventure.

The days passed. Connie continued to send the notes anonymously. She decided to step it up, but what was she to do next? She began to go into deep thought, let’s see now, how should I get Lupo where I want him, without making it obvious to him? Verbal clues? Nah. Let’s see... ah-ha, visual clues. Of course, I will have to give it to him at discrete times and make it subtle.

With the idea in mind, she finished her work with renewed energy and then went home to get the items she would need.

Over the next few weeks, as he continued to receive the notes, Lupo began to wonder who it might be sending these notes. He had been receiving envelopes, some with notes others with no notes, only a clue. Some days were as simple as fragrant candle oil samples (giving off scents ranging from peaches and cream to vanilla rose to orange blossom). In contrast, others were tricky, stumping him. Although, with his curiosity in high gear, he could still focus on all the cases on hand without missing a beat.

One of the notes he had also received was a little longer and more sentimental:

Dear Detective Lupo:

I know I have said that I admire you for your work, but I have a confession to make, I think you are the most handsome.

Xoxo,

Your Secret Admirer

 However, Lupo didn’t have to wait much longer to find out soon who his admirer was. After two weeks of being anonymously playful, Connie knew it was time to make final plans for the big reveal and got the last letter ready. One day at five pm, she had gotten all her paperwork done, and she put the note on top of the files and dropped them off on Lupo’s desk and took off to get ready. When Lupo got back, he noticed a piece of paper folded the same way as the first one on the files stack. He opened the note and read:

Dear Detective Lupo, or should I say Cyrus,

It is time for us to meet. In this letter, there are two things you need to do. I will see you at 8pm sharp, you sexy stud.

Xoxoxo,

You’re soon to be revealed admirer

Lupo took a long and deep breath to calm his breathing, then continued reading the note and the steps listed.

1. First, go home and shower because I want to meet you when you are relaxed, not when you are stressed out. Dress in casual attire.

2. Then come to Millennium Hilton Hotel, and once you get to the sixth-floor head for room 617. Knock once when the door opens, walk-in, close the door, close your eyes and count to ten, and you find out who I am.

Lupo felt his heart race even more. Once his heartbeat slowed down, and his breathing evened, he looked at the files, signed them, and filed them away. Lupo headed home went home to get ready. Deciding to take a cab instead of the subway, the first thing he did when he got back to his apartment was walk Otto, followed by a shower. After that shave, he dressed in a white button-down shirt paired with a dark sports coat and slacks. Before he left, he dabbed on a small amount of his ‘special occasions’ only cologne if the night turned out well.

Satisfied, he left his apartment and drove towards the intended destination stopping for flowers on the way; he didn't want to arrive empty-handed. Once he reached the hotel, he went up to the sixth floor and went straight to Room 617. Before he knocked, he felt his heart rate speed up with anticipation. Breathing in and out, he steadied his heart rate just a little. He knocked on the door, and the door opened. Following the note, he went in, closed the door, and counted to ten after putting the sign on the door. He had noticed the room was dark at first, but then there was a small glimmer of light, and at that moment, he heard someone talk to him, “Hello there handsome, you are right on time.”

Lupo felt his heart rate speed up again; he knew the voice anywhere. He opened his eyes and saw who his secret admirer was. He felt his legs turn to jelly as his heart nearly stopped altogether. His lungs constricted; Connie was standing in front of him wearing a sexy lingerie and robe set with the sash lightly tied, giving Lupo a clear view of her cleavage. Somehow Lupo managed to set down the flowers on a nearby dresser and went into deep thought. Now it all made sense with the mysterious notes and how Connie had been acting the last few weeks. She was usually the strong and no-nonsense woman who didn't need a man's help unless absolutely necessary. But the last few weeks, she acted giddier, at times asked for help, and discreetly playing with her hair when she was with him.

Lupo was so deep in thought that he didn't see what Connie was about to do. Lupo was completely under Connie's spell. Noticing Lupo was utterly captivated, she pulled him in and crashed her lips on his. The kiss started out calmly, but it quickly grew in intensity as Lupo wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped one arm around Lupo's neck while letting her fingers run through his hair.

The kiss became hot and heavy very quickly. While Lupo enjoyed kissing her soft kissable lips, he broke the kiss to get air in their lungs before he talked. Looking deep in her eyes, Lupo said, “Connie, I want to tell you something.”

Connie's brain went into overdrive. Oh my gosh, he doesn't feel the same; I totally screwed this and our working relationship. I should ask for a transfer in the morning.

Lupo said, “Connie Rubirosa, I want you to know that I have liked you for a long time and even had a crush on you. I have been trying to work up the courage to ask you out, but I didn't think you would go out with me. I want to explore this if you still want me.”

No longer feeling guilty, Connie let out a squeal and wound her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Lupo was elated. He now had the woman he had admired and had a crush on for some time. For Connie, she had her man. Now for the final capture of his heart. Connie untied the sash, and she let the robe slid off. There stood Connie in a sheer lace bra and with a very skimpy panty. The bra hugged her chest like a second skin. Gone was sophisticated ADA, and standing in front of him was a sexy siren

Lupo wound his arms around Connie's waist and pulled her in. He gave her a chaste kiss before his lips roam her cheek, nibbling on her ear lobe, moving to her neck, kissing her jaw, and then her shoulder.

He kissed further down and left butterfly kisses on her chest. When Lupo continued to kiss her chest's tops, he used his nimble fingers and lowered one of the bra straps. Connie rolled her head, moaned, and mewled. She knew the sounds that it would drive her man crazy. She loved the feeling and wanted more.

Hearing his woman moan like that awoke the sleeping inner beast within him. Before Lupo could proceed any further with his ministrations, Connie, who had both her hands in his hair, pulled him up and gazed into his eyes. The twinkle that he had seen in her eyes was gone. It was replaced by a red hot desire that turned her brown eyes black.

Without saying another word, Connie landed a kiss on him, which Lupo reciprocated. It grew to a steamy make-out session. For the duration their tongues were engaged in a duel, she began undressing the man she had been longing for. When they came apart, she saw that she got him out of most of his clothing save for an undershirt and tented boxers. Once their erratic breathing had subsided, Connie leads Lupo towards the bed. Once there, she again pulled him close only this time she began nibbling his ear and taking in his cologne and aftershave's intoxicating scent. She then whispered in a hushed tone, “Lupo, everything about you makes me wild…I want you to take me now.”

Unable to try and struggle with the emotions any longer, Lupo swept her up, placed her on the bed, and got on the bed. It wasn't long before what remained of their clothing was scattered on the ground. They were under the sheets and without a single care in the world as they gave in to their desires and made beautiful love that connected their souls. 

A/N 2: Thanks for reading the ending of "Found Love". As always reviews are appreciated.

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Got You: Cyrus Lupo x Reader

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Cyrus doesn’t expect to see you waiting for him at JFK, the same airport the two of you said goodbye in four years ago. It gives him a sense of déjà vu, because you were wearing the same expression back then too. A mix of sadness and propriety. You don’t like to wear your emotions on your sleeve, he knows that he’s to blame for that.

“Hey.” He says quietly before his eyes flicker to Detective Green who stands alongside of you.

He doesn’t know what you’ve told your partner, so he hangs back because things like this have the tendency to get awkward and he doesn’t want that for you. He’s done enough damage over the years.

It doesn’t matter that he wants to embrace you, that he wants to bury his face in the curve of your throat and take comfort in your presence. He lost the right to that when he took up his posting with the Intelligence Division.

You let Green take the lead while you buy the three of you coffee. The truth is you don’t know what to say because the Tommy that you knew wouldn’t have gotten involved with hookers and dope, he was a family man through and through. You see the blow land, the disbelief in his features. Cyrus looks to you for confirmation, and you incline your head just enough for him to read it as a nod.

“That’s not my brother.” He reiterates, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t cheat on his wife; he wasn’t a weak person. He beat cancer five years ago.”

“When was the last time you talked to him?” You ask him, your fingertips toying with a sachet of sugar. You don’t take it, but you need something to do with your hands because this situation feels like it’s devolving. The more information you give, the more you can see Cyrus withdrawing into himself.

“I don’t know.” He hesitates before taking a sip from his coffee. “He called me a few weeks ago but I was seeing to a situation, I couldn’t ring back.”

There’s guilt there, you can sense it under the surface. He looks at you and then looks away, swallowing hard. You suspect that he did the same thing to Tommy that he did to you four years ago. One phone call when he got to Morocco and then it was like he disappeared off the face of the earth.

“If it wasn’t a paid date or a girlfriend who else would have wanted your brother dead?” Ed asks him and Cyrus purses his lips together into a grim line. You can see the cogs turning in his brain, that steely glint in his eyes as the mood starts to shift.

“Hey.” You say tapping the back of his hand with your fingertip to draw his attention to you. He tilts his head; his jaw clenching and you fix him with a fierce look of your own. “Do not even think about it. They won’t let you work on this case Cyrus.”

He says nothing, he simply picks up his cup of coffee stares straight ahead. You already know that your words have fallen on deaf ears. Nothing is going to stop Cyrus Lupo finding out what happened to his brother.

***

Cyrus causes problems from the outset. It starts with using Green’s name at the M.E’s office to confirm his theory regarding Tommy’s cancer and continues to him challenging Van Buren regarding the classification of the death. He practically begs the Lieutenant to work the case.

When you hear the details of what he’s been up to abroad, you feel your heart stutter in your chest because you can see his self-destructive tendencies playing out in an international arena.

Lupo broke some big cases in some unfriendly parts of the world, and he did it with no back up, no warrants, no weapon, Van Buren tells you. Your gaze strays to your ex-lover on the other side of the glass and part of you wants to strangle him. The police officer in you wants to commend him. He’s still managing to cause conflict in you, even after all this time.

His persistence and stubbornness pays off. With the additional death it’s decided he’ll work that part of the case alongside the two of you. Green resents it and you pinch the bridge of your nose because already you’re getting a migraine from the potential ramifications of having Cyrus back in your life.

When the videos show up, you see the moment that he starts to fall apart. The bullpen is empty, there’s just the two of you seated at the same desk watching Driscol’s suicide as Nolan interviews him. When the cursor hovers over the next file, you place your hand on his arm to stop him. He looks at you, and you already know that no matter what you say, he’s going to watch Tommy’s video.

You watch it with him. Tommy as he sits there, hooked up to the machine, the moment he presses the button, the second the light dies in his eyes. You tilt your head towards Cyrus as the devastation hits him, his shoulders start to quake, and he sucks in deep shaky breath and then another trying to compose himself.

“Come here.” You say softly and he complies burying his face into the hollow of your shoulder as he clutches onto you like a lifeline.

The first sob vibrates through your entire body, you can feel his anguish as his hands grip your shirt the emotion forcing it’s way through his system. There’s no protocol for grief, it’s violent and gut wrenching, it tears at your insides, eviscerating you and leaves your guts spilling out all over the floor. Your fingertips run through his curls, a soothing motion from a time he used to wake up beside in the throes of a nightmare, tears staining his cheeks and his heart pounding in his chest.

“I’ve got you.” You whisper as you cradle him close. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

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“don’t think that’s depression, molly; your dad just sounds mean”

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Michael Cutter / Always

Can I request a Michael cutter x reader? Maybe where the reader is an undercover detective and Mike and her go to some fancy formal event and he has never seen her in anything but her usual suit or uniform and he sees her and is just in awe? Maybe a bonus if she has to whip out a her closed-carry pistol from a thigh holster and mike almost melts?

This literally took me months. Months. I had a hard time with this prompt. I don't know why?? But I finally finished!! I hope you all enjoy. I got some Sherlock coming soon, as well as maybe some Harry Hart (and of course, Hotch and Raf aren’t going anywhere either). 

“I look ridiculous,” Your voice floated through the bathroom, as Connie stood guard for you, her heel clicking impatiently for you. You weren’t sure how you even ended up in this position. You were a cop, not a bachelorette. “Why am I the one who has to do this?”

“Because I don’t have a license to carry a gun,” Connie reminded you, and you scoffed, as you pulled on the last touch: a pair of black heels longer than your arm.

“And red is just not my color,” Kevin quipped, as you could hear Cyrus laugh at that and you shook your head, not able to suppress a chuckle at the thought of Kevin in red. Yikes.

“A blue would definitely suit you more, Bernard, you too, Y/N.” And you could almost see the teasing grin scrawled across his face.

“I’ll have you in this dress in a minute, Lupo,” You called out, cutting his laughter short, as you did your final adjustments.

“Stop complaining, detective,” You heard Michael Cutter’s mirthless voice cut through the chuckles, “You’re not the only one unhappy with the current arrangement,” His tone was downtrodden, as you could practically hear his patience thinning, waiting for you in his monkey suit, as he called it. You didn’t know what the man was complaining out, he wore suits all day long, and was forced to attend these galas twice a month, and yet here he was throwing a fit. “Could we hurry this along? I rather get out of his monkey suit before my funeral.”

“You’re not the one who had to wear the ten inch heels so grow some patience before I find another place for these,” You growled out from the stall, as you slipped on the very shoes you had threatened him with. Cutter truly grated your nerves, and the feeling was absolutely mutual. His conniving, brash, and strongarm methods didn’t sit well with you, while your own unwillingness to do his bidding didn’t sit well with him. Well, you supposed it was more than that, but you couldn’t care less at this point. Finally, you had gotten your bearings with the shoes, taking two careful steps in the stall. “Fine, I’m ready,”

You opened the door, walking out carefully. The long crimson silk gown, which had brushed against the floor before, now floated by your feet because of the sheer length of the heels. The gown itself was off the shoulder, your long tresses flowing over your bare shoulders. The dress itself was comfortable enough, the flowy, silky material a nice change from the suit you wore every day. You found four pair of eyes staring at you, as they took in your appearance with various degrees of shock, with Cutter being at the extreme end of the spectrum. His eyes were glued to you as Bernard and Lupo went over to you to nudge, wink, and tease.

“Damn Y/N, you clean up nice,” Kevin exclaimed with a whistle, as Lupo and Connie both agreed while you rolled your eyes at them, a bit disconcerted by the attention. Kevin glanced at Cutter who was still staring, “Close your mouth counselor, you’ll catch flies,”

His words forced Cutter shake himself out his thoughts, glancing away with a scowl. “We should head out, we’re getting late, unless you have anymore wisecracks, detective,”  

Lupo shrugged, “Well actually-”

“That’s enough,” Connie cut through with a sharp remark, her heel clicking against the tile. “You two are going to be late!” She shooed the detectives out, as they catcalled one last time, leaving you and Cutter alone for a moment. His eyes seemed to glance everywhere, besides your general direction, something you found quite intriguing, not to mention entertaining. The famous Michael Cutter tripped up by a mere detective in heels?

Blasphemy.

“See something you like, counselor?” You remarked, as you brushed past him to follow Connie, sparing a single glance to see his reddened cheeks and a miserable attempt at rolling his eyes, but he hadn’t denied it, much to your surprise. The two of you hadn’t gotten off on exactly the right foot when you first started as a detective, not with his rash decision making and impassioned speeches, none of which you had any patience for. No, in fact his brashness irritated you to no end, just as much as it did his boss, who you had spoken to on several occasions, none of which were helpful.  “Let’s get a move on.”

And you still felt him stare for a minute, before following your orders.

“We can’t sit here the whole night, Michael,” You couldn’t risk blowing your cover by calling him by his last name, but hell if you would call him Mike. “We have to go onto the dance floor.” Your hands were on your hips, sighing internally at the situation before you - begging Michael Cutter to dance with you. It wasn’t exactly a shining moment.

“Y/N, I don’t dance, I told you,” And you were starting to get ticked off, the irritation growing more and more evident, but you knew this wouldn’t work. Unfortunately, you couldn’t merely drag him onto the floor, you needed to appeal to him somehow. He leaned against the wall, pulling on his bowtie.

You leaned beside him, your shoulder brushing against his own. “Do you want to nail this guy or not?” You sighed, looking over at him, and he begrudgingly nodded, so you offered your hand, “Come on, I’ll lead, pretty boy.”

“That’s pretty man to you,” And you couldn’t help but note how his hand fit around your own, enveloping you in his warmth, a sensation that sent shivers up your spine. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Just what I love to hear,” Your arms were placed around his neck, while his rested above your waist, near the small of your back, and in this moment, you finally could really look at Assistant District Attorney Michael Cutter. He wasn’t as jaded as he wanted those around him to see. No. The person staring back at you was vulnerable, tentative, but you didn’t to admit you knew why. “I’m guessing you don’t go to these things very often.”

He shrugged, taking a quick glance around, leaning in closer, so his lips were practically beside your ear, “Not exactly my scene,”

You chuckled at his 009 impression, or rather his failed attempt at being coy, “I couldn’t tell,” You tilted your head, much to his obvious confusion. You shook your head, “I just thought, if you want to be DA, you’re going to have to go to a lot of these.”

“I know,” He trailed off, before giving a heavy sigh, “but I’ll enjoy this one being my last one for a while.”

“Well then, please remember the woman who escorted you on your first time,” And he coughed, as your face burned as the implication of your words unraveled upon you, “I didn’t mean -”

He waved you off, “I know what you meant, and thank you, I suppose you wouldn’t be available for one about three years from now?” And you opened your mouth for another snappy retort, but none came, instead you found yourself hesitating. But you didn’t know why.

“Wait, our target,” You whispered, and you watched them walk into a separate room, “Let’s go.” Cutter eyed the bustling ballroom of dancers, “walking around will take too long.”

“How do we get through?” You tugged on his hand, navigating the both of you as you slipped beside, between, and sometimes through, couples. The two of you had reached the door soon enough, and you pulled him close by the collar, and you felt his heart rate pick up, chest against chest, your hand around his wrist. “What are you doing?” He breathed, as his back hit the wall next to the doors, as you pulled at his collar.

“Giving us an excuse to get into that room,” His eyes seemed to widen with the realization of what you were going to do, giving his consent with the shutting of his eyes. And with no hesitation, your lips were on his, burning. Your lips were insistent, pushing the atmosphere to the brink of impropriety, and the odd thing was that you did not want to stop. His lips were firm against your relentless attacks, matching aggression for aggression, and his hands helped, firmly pulling you against him. And you broke the kiss, still staring at him, but leading his eyes to the door handle, which he opened, and you followed him in. The two of you fell silent, though your hands remained entangled in one another’s.

You crept on your target, the New York State Attorney. He had been involved in some flanderous deals, and had slipped away from them one too many times with smooth words and hardhanded connections. But he couldn’t slip away this time, you both had caught him exchanging money with the head of a drug cartel, and you had it all on video, captured courtesy of the New York Police Department and Cutter’s cellphone. You both moved back, not wanting to cause a scene, when your heel hit the marble floor wrong.

“Who’s there?” You heard a gun cock.

“Are you crazy? Put that th-” Silence.

You pushed Mike back, reaching under your dress to pull a gun from a hidden holster. And the man was met with a gun to his head. “NYPD. Drop your weapon, now.”

“Thank god,” He sighed in relief, pushing back the smile on his face, concealed with horror, “this man was trying to kill me. He had followed up in here, and pressed the gun to my back.”

“Save it, Jackson,” Cutter stepped out, hands in his pocket, “It’s over.”

And as you pulled out another pair of handcuffs, police filed in, including Lupo and Bernard, who took the two away. The both of you were checked for injuries, but the worst of it were your bruised lips, which Mike noted with a wry smile, as the two of you bustled into a cab to the precinct.

“Watch it counselor, or I might do a lot worse to you next time,”

“Next time?” He raised an eyebrow.

“The offer for five years from now still stands, doesn’t it?” His smile was wide now, as his hand pulled you to his side, and he paused before your lips, as he waited for you, and for your answer. And you kissed him again, feeling his arms wrap around you in earnest. He pulled away, as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“Always.”

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Law & Order “Dignity”

(Photo: NBC)

S20 E5, released Oct. 23, 2009

WRITTEN BY: Richard Sweren and Julie Martin

SYNOPSIS Dr. Walter Benning — a third trimester abortion provider — is shot dead at his church. A cop on the scene informs detectives Cyrus Lupo and Kevin Bernard that a witness saw a white man flee the building immediately after the shooting. According to Benning’s wife, an anti-abortion protester had shot her husband at his Riverdale clinic the year prior (the assailant is currently in prison). When the detectives visit the clinic, they see a large crowd of protesters from an organization called Mission for Life. But according to one of the clinic nurses, the MfL protesters are non-violent and even assisted in apprehending last year’s shooter. When the detectives notice that the clinic received several recent calls from a Pennsylvania phone number, the nurse says it was the boyfriend of an incoming patient, and that he sounded angry.

The detectives track down Jonah, former boyfriend of Blair (the young PA woman seeking a third trimester abortion). But when Jonah admits he was scared off of parenthood when Blair said the baby would have serious health problems, it becomes clear he wasn't the shooter. The detectives then question a visibly pregnant Blair, who explains her child will have fragile skin disease and require round-the-clock medical care. She mentions how excited her father was to become a grandfather, which leads the detectives to questioning her dad, Professor Morton. Initially, Morton claims he only called the clinic, but eventually admits he also visited the day before the shooting. While there, he told his daughter’s story to a protester who told him not to worry about his daughter’s unborn baby.

The detectives next visit the Mission for Life headquarters, where a staffer and MfL attorney Roger Jenkins assure them that they too want to catch the killer. The staffer then identifies a photo of the suspect as Wayne Grogan, an overzealous protester not affiliated with MfL. Through Grogan’s ex-wife, the detectives try tricking Wayne into meeting them at the hospital. Unfortunately, Grogan’s son has tipped him off and sent Jenkins as a legal representative to negotiate his dad’s surrender. Instead, the detectives go back to the son, pressure him for a tip, and eventually apprehend Grogan at his girlfriend’s cabin in the woods.

Jenkins represents Grogan at his trial and immediately bargains with district attorneys Michael Cutter and Connie Rubirosa for ten years on a manslaughter charge. The DAs refuse, which is when Jenkins says his client will claim he acted in defense of another (i.e. Blair Morton’s unborn baby). He later tells the judge that unborn baby Morton’s medical condition is serious but survivable, and that Grogan knew this before he killed Benning. Much to the DAs dismay, the judge allows this argument.

The DAs meet with their boss, Jack McCoy. McCoy tells them they need to prove Grogan wanted to kill Benning before he heard about the Mortons. Rubirosa questions nurse Jennice Morrow, who supposedly quit working at Benning’s clinic because of the protesters. But it turns out Morrow quit because she saw Benning accidentally deliver a live baby, then murder it. Rubirosa informs Cutter and McCoy and says they need to notify the defense team. But since that information isn't directly related to Benning’s murder (and could only be used by Jenkins to prejudice the jury), they tell her to keep quiet.

At the trial, witness testimony keeps working against the DA’s case; Jenkins gets Professor Morton to admit he doesn't support his daughter having an abortion, and then a gynecologist who vouches for Morton’s professionalism insults pro-lifers by referring to them as “hypocrites and fools.” The defense ratchets up their case by bringing in Lisa Barnett, a woman who gave birth to a terminally sick baby even after doctors suggested she have a third trimester abortion (and whose story apparently inspired Grogan). Her tale about the 21 hours she spent with her beloved infant daughter — whom she wanted “to die with dignity” — leaves half the jury in tears. However, when Cutter asks if she believes late-term abortion providers offer an important service, she surprises the defense by saying “yes.”

At this point, Cutter tells McCoy he wants to take the manslaughter deal, especially because he personally can't abide late term abortion. McCoy refuses. Then they learn that the defense found out about nurse Morrow (via Rubirosa, who refused to omit that information) and are bringing her in as a witness. On the stand, Morrow describes in brutal detail how Benning delivered the baby by accident, asked the mother if he should complete the procedure, then stabbed the baby’s neck when the mother said, “yes.” Though everyone in the room is horrified, Morrow also verifies that the baby would have lived for only one or two days.

Later, the DAs argue with each other about the case. Rubirosa says she used to believe Roe v. Wade was gospel but now she’s not so sure where a woman’s privacy ends and another being’s dignity begins. Cutter tells her to just do her job but she says she can’t just set her soul aside like he can.

During closing arguments, Jenkins shows the jury a photo of Daniel Morton, Blair’s newborn baby. Cutter is about to show bloodied family photos from Benning’s wallet, but cans the emotional approach and speaks philosophically about valuing life by eschewing violence. Cutter’s case works. The jury finds Grogan guilty. And though Rubirosa wants McCoy to transfer her elsewhere, he refuses. McCoy tells Rubirosa and Cutter to get over their differences.

KEEPING IT REAL QUOTIENT Before this episode came out in late 2009, series producer Dick Wolf said it would be a “balanced, thought-provoking drama about abortion.” Given that this story is clearly based on the murder of Dr. George Tiller — a third trimester abortion provider who was shot dead by an anti-choice activist at his church less than five months before this episode aired — I think it’s important to look at the creative licenses taken to create a “balanced” narrative. From my point of view (and many other abortion rights advocates) George Tiller was a hero who helped women end pregnancies that would have hurt them, or would have forced them to give birth to babies with severe, sometimes fatal abnormalities. He didn't deserve to die. But since the writers felt the need to present abortion with a “both sides are problematic” viewpoint, they thought it was necessary to make it seem like his fictional counterpart did things that justified him being shot. Thus, we are told that Dr. Benning was, in fact, a literal baby killer. I can't overstate how deeply offensive this characterization is, especially so soon after Tiller’s death. That detail about Benning stabbing a newborn in the neck was absolutely fabricated for the purpose of making the dead provider less sympathetic.

Instead of vilifying the provider, I wish this episode had spent more time talking about Blair Morton and her quest for a late term abortion because that would have been a far more compelling ethical quandary. My personal feeling about abortion is this - I will always value the life, liberty, and agency of the pregnant person over anyone else, including the fetus. If that means carrying a pregnancy to term against a physician’s advice (as Lisa Barnett chose), then I support that. By the same token I believe that if Blair wants an abortion, she should have one. But I also think it's tragic that our economic and health care systems compel a woman like Blair to seek abortion mainly because she cannot afford to raise that special needs child. But of course, this narrative barely addresses the financial issue*, except for when Prof. Morton tells the detectives (rather unconvincingly) that he’ll figure out a way to cover the baby’s medical costs. Blair is hardly a part of this story at all. Her dad and her fetus both play bigger roles here, which is fitting because this episode isn't so much about abortion as it is “how men feel about abortion”.

In the first half of the episode, Detective Bernard makes a big show of being disrespectful and snotty toward the abortion clinic nurse. When Lupo later tells him to knock off the snide remarks, Bernard says he was born two months premature because his mom tried to end her pregnancy by throwing herself down a flight of stairs. This is why he is pro-life and needs to be a dick toward the clinic nurse. Ah yes, the old “someone else’s abortion is about me” trick. Here's the deal - abortion only happens to the pregnant person and the fetus inside them. That’s it. For example, my abortion only happened to me and the fetus that was inside me. It didn’t happen to you. My abortion didn't “almost happen” to the person who gave you up for adoption, or your mom who tried to throw herself down a flight of stairs. If you are here and alive because the person who birthed you decided against abortion or the stairs didn't work, I am happy for you. But your parent’s choice had absolutely no bearing on mine, nor should it have. So don't come at me with that “What if I’d been aborted?!” argument, because it is irrelevant and I will never care.

Similarly, I don't care that Cutter is against late-term abortion outside of the courtroom. During a scene in which McCoy warns Rubirosa that you can't count on a New York jury to be pro-choice, he says, “My daughter was pro-choice until she taped a sonogram of my grandchild to be on her refrigerator. Now…” Guess what? I don't care what McCoy’s sellout daughter thinks, either. Also, becoming a mom only made me MORE vehemently pro-choice, so don't assume we all turn anti once we decide to have a baby. Rubirosa’s angst about Roe v. Wade felt pretty maudlin, especially for a show that tends to tell you very little about its professional protagonists’ personal feelings and viewpoints. It sucks that abortion is used as a catalyst for all this clunky, overwrought character development. But from the late 1990s to about this point, TV so often talked about abortion in this way. A pregnant secondary or tertiary character’s desire to terminate becomes this heart-wrenching conversation piece for a bunch of other people who aren't pregnant (see Dawson’s Creek, Felicity, House, and Everwood). We don't see that sort of storytelling as much nowadays and I am sure grateful for that. It's hard to believe that not so long ago, an episode like this was considered a quality, balanced take on reproductive choice.

GRADE D- If they’d found Grogan not guilty, it would have been an F.

* Conveniently overlooking the cost of raising a special needs child was something that bothered me about this terrible SVU abortion episode

- by Tara

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