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perpetual_motionTitle: After Prep School [1/?]
Author: Perpetual Motion
Pairing: Jack/Mike C
Rating: PG
Fandom: Law & Order [HSAU Universe]
Summary: Mike meets Adam Schiff.
Disclaimer: More lies and heresay.
Author's Notes: As always, blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amazonqueenkate. She demanded more from the HSAU, so here it is.
After Prep School [1/?]
By Perpetual Motion
Adam Schiff should not be intimidating. He’s a turtle of a man, his head seeming to sink into his shoulders, and he looks like he’s about to yell at some kids to get off his lawn. Mike sits up a little straighter and puts his hands in his lap to keep from fidgeting. There’s something distinctly unnerving about the way Adam Schiff peruses his resume and reference letters. It reminds Mike of Headmistress Van Buren.
“Manhattan Prep,” Adam Schiff says as he throws the papers on his desk. “Where did you stay?”
“Schiff Hall,” Mike doesn’t try to elaborate. He gets the feeling that Adam Schiff is not a man amused by high school stories.
“My wife built that hall,” there’s something like a smile at the corners of Adam Schiff’s mouth. “We went out there to visit an acquaintance, and she thought the dormitories were terrible.”
Mike wonders if he should tell Adam Schiff that his room was very nice when Lupo and Green picked up their socks. “Did you also donate funds for the mock trial room?” He asks instead of trying to tell an anecdote.
“That was my contribution,” Adam taps his finger against Mike’s resume. “I see you were involved.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Interesting you don’t have a recommendation from Jack. He usually sends one over whether they ask for it or not.”
Adam Schiff no longer looks like a turtle. Adam Schiff looks like a hawk. His eyes are sharp. This is not a man who yells at kids to get off his lawn; this is a man who forcibly removes them. Mike searches for a response.
“Does it affect my chances, not having an unsolicited recommendation from a high school mock trial coach?”
Another possible smile creases Adam Schiff’s face. “Deflection used to make a point. Very nice.”
If he were any further thrown, Mike thinks he’d be flying down the hallway. “Thank you,” He says because it seems appropriate.
“Bravado. That’s useful.” Adam Schiff looks at the clock on his wall and presses a button on his phone. “Send in Ms. Ross.”
The outer door opens, and in walks Jamie Ross. She smiles at Mike. “Mr. Cutter, good to see you.”
Mike can only stare for a few seconds. “I’m confused,” he finally says because it seems like a better option than wondering if this whole interview is some kind of joke.
Jamie laughs lightly. “It must feel like a bit of a flashback.”
“Ms. Ross needs a second chair,” Adam states as he gathers all of Mike’s paperwork into a file. “Any objections?”
It takes Mike a moment to realize he’s being offered a job. “None.”
“Good.” The way Adam Schiff says it, the conversation is definitively over.
“Come on, Mike, I’ll show you your office.” Jamie opens the door and waves Mike ahead of her.
Mike nods at Adam Schiff, who returns it, and then he exits the office. He follows Jamie down the hall and waits until they’re in front of a dinged-up door to ask, “Is he always that way?”
“Adam’s a big believer in getting straight to the point. He forgets details sometimes.” Jamie opens the dinged-up door. “Your office,” she says with an air of solemnity.
It’s a smallish room with a collection of mis-matched bookshelves, a sturdy-looking desk and chair, and a matching set of chairs in front of the desk. There are two more doors, on opposites walls, and Mike opens them both. One leads to another office, the other to the hallway.
“Renovations,” Jamie says in explanation. “Back when Adam started here, it was a storage closet.”
“You got that many words out of him at once?”
Jamie chuckles. “You get used to him. He’s very supportive in a curmudgeon sort of way.”
Mike sits in his desk chair and gives it an experimental turn. “When do I start?”
“By Adam’s standards, about four minutes ago. By my standards, tomorrow at eight.” Jamie holds out the office key to Mike. “Decorate however you want. Find my office in the morning, and I’ll get you set-up with supplies and your computer.”
“Okay, great.” Mike takes the key and slips it into his pocket. “What do I do until then?”
Jaime grins. “Celebrate. Welcome aboard, Mr. Cutter.”
Mike grins in return. “Thanks, Jamie.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Pairing: Jack/Mike C
Rating: PG
Fandom: Law & Order [HSAU Universe]
Summary: Mike meets Adam Schiff.
Disclaimer: More lies and heresay.
Author's Notes: As always, blame
amazonqueenkate. She demanded more from the HSAU, so here it is.After Prep School [1/?]
By Perpetual Motion
Adam Schiff should not be intimidating. He’s a turtle of a man, his head seeming to sink into his shoulders, and he looks like he’s about to yell at some kids to get off his lawn. Mike sits up a little straighter and puts his hands in his lap to keep from fidgeting. There’s something distinctly unnerving about the way Adam Schiff peruses his resume and reference letters. It reminds Mike of Headmistress Van Buren.
“Manhattan Prep,” Adam Schiff says as he throws the papers on his desk. “Where did you stay?”
“Schiff Hall,” Mike doesn’t try to elaborate. He gets the feeling that Adam Schiff is not a man amused by high school stories.
“My wife built that hall,” there’s something like a smile at the corners of Adam Schiff’s mouth. “We went out there to visit an acquaintance, and she thought the dormitories were terrible.”
Mike wonders if he should tell Adam Schiff that his room was very nice when Lupo and Green picked up their socks. “Did you also donate funds for the mock trial room?” He asks instead of trying to tell an anecdote.
“That was my contribution,” Adam taps his finger against Mike’s resume. “I see you were involved.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Interesting you don’t have a recommendation from Jack. He usually sends one over whether they ask for it or not.”
Adam Schiff no longer looks like a turtle. Adam Schiff looks like a hawk. His eyes are sharp. This is not a man who yells at kids to get off his lawn; this is a man who forcibly removes them. Mike searches for a response.
“Does it affect my chances, not having an unsolicited recommendation from a high school mock trial coach?”
Another possible smile creases Adam Schiff’s face. “Deflection used to make a point. Very nice.”
If he were any further thrown, Mike thinks he’d be flying down the hallway. “Thank you,” He says because it seems appropriate.
“Bravado. That’s useful.” Adam Schiff looks at the clock on his wall and presses a button on his phone. “Send in Ms. Ross.”
The outer door opens, and in walks Jamie Ross. She smiles at Mike. “Mr. Cutter, good to see you.”
Mike can only stare for a few seconds. “I’m confused,” he finally says because it seems like a better option than wondering if this whole interview is some kind of joke.
Jamie laughs lightly. “It must feel like a bit of a flashback.”
“Ms. Ross needs a second chair,” Adam states as he gathers all of Mike’s paperwork into a file. “Any objections?”
It takes Mike a moment to realize he’s being offered a job. “None.”
“Good.” The way Adam Schiff says it, the conversation is definitively over.
“Come on, Mike, I’ll show you your office.” Jamie opens the door and waves Mike ahead of her.
Mike nods at Adam Schiff, who returns it, and then he exits the office. He follows Jamie down the hall and waits until they’re in front of a dinged-up door to ask, “Is he always that way?”
“Adam’s a big believer in getting straight to the point. He forgets details sometimes.” Jamie opens the dinged-up door. “Your office,” she says with an air of solemnity.
It’s a smallish room with a collection of mis-matched bookshelves, a sturdy-looking desk and chair, and a matching set of chairs in front of the desk. There are two more doors, on opposites walls, and Mike opens them both. One leads to another office, the other to the hallway.
“Renovations,” Jamie says in explanation. “Back when Adam started here, it was a storage closet.”
“You got that many words out of him at once?”
Jamie chuckles. “You get used to him. He’s very supportive in a curmudgeon sort of way.”
Mike sits in his desk chair and gives it an experimental turn. “When do I start?”
“By Adam’s standards, about four minutes ago. By my standards, tomorrow at eight.” Jamie holds out the office key to Mike. “Decorate however you want. Find my office in the morning, and I’ll get you set-up with supplies and your computer.”
“Okay, great.” Mike takes the key and slips it into his pocket. “What do I do until then?”
Jaime grins. “Celebrate. Welcome aboard, Mr. Cutter.”
Mike grins in return. “Thanks, Jamie.”
