Disclaimer: Dick Wolf and NBC own "Law and Order". I don't.

A/N: It took me roughly a year to write all the installments to this series. Talk about a fun year! (Well, when I made time to write, that is. LOL) Dick Wolf really pissed off with "Law and Order: LA", and NBC really pissed me off with their random cancellation of "Law and Order"—and with the fact that they never gave it a real ending/real series finale, and I happen to think Mike and Connie belong together, so that's why I decided to write this series: to give them the happy ending they deserve! (I mean, they ARE my all-time favorite romantic pairing!)

This is decided to Linus Roache and Alana de la Garza, as well to June and Angie, who, for myriad reasons, I am glad I met—I mean who on earth doesn't like gaining more friends? I'm so happy to have gotten to know two people who love Cutterosa as much as I do! And June, I am SO PUMPED that I actually got to meet you in real life. That was ten thousand different kinds of awesome!

This is also for Amy, who, though she is not a Cutterosa enthusiast, puts up with my constant Cutterosa fangirling. Ha ha!

Love, Abby 3

I saw you fade

Was it a dream?

No sooner had I tried to touch you

Slowly you disappear

How to go on?

You'll never let me down again

Hard to go

I've never been the one to blame

Before

Floating into your room

To see what is inside

Consequentially doomed

My peace is out of sight

Can't stay away

Can't stay away from you

Can't stay away

Can't stay away from you

How to go on?

You'll never let me down again

Hard to go on

I've never been the one to blame

Before

Floating into your room

To see what is inside

Consequentially doomed

My peace is out of sight

Can't stay away

Can't stay away from you

Can't stay away

Can't stay away from you

Whatever

I feel you

Whenever you keep coming through

No matter

I miss you

Whatever

I can't stay away

From you…

- Lacuna Coil, "Virtual Environment"

Come away with me

And I'll never stop loving you

- Norah Jones, "Come Away with Me"

May 26, 2012

Chapter One

Connie awoke and got out of bed, immediately filled with excitement and elation. There was also some nervousness thrown into the mix, but she was primarily elated.

Today was it. She and Mike were getting married. It was really happening. Though they'd been engaged for a year, it was all still so surreal to her—and she knew Mike felt the same way.

They were really getting married. They were truly going to be with one another for the rest of their lives. Talk about being in a daze.

She'd decided to do the hyphen thing: Consuela Rubirosa-Cutter. That sounded great, it really did.

No more being lonely for either of them—ever again. In just a few hours, she'd have a husband.

No, it wouldn't always be sunshine and rainbows—but they'd get through it. She wholeheartedly believed that—and she knew Mike did, too.

She knew that both of them knew what they had was the real deal—so their marriage would work. It would last.

Mike wasn't next to her, so she knew he was already up.

She went into the living room to find him sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and reading the New York Times, in a t-shirt, socks, and plaid flannel pajama pants. His sandy hair was boyishly rumpled.

He was so endearing.

And in a few hours, that endearing and wonderful man would be her husband…

"Hey," she greeted him warmly.

Mike looked up.

"Hey," he greeted her in the same way, smiling.

Connie smiled back at him.

She wondered if he was getting the same fluttery feeling she was.

"You're up early," she said.

"Oh—yeah," Mike said.

Connie could tell by his tone that he was experiencing some nervousness, too. She went over and sat down next to him. He smiled again, folded up the newspaper, and tossed it onto the coffee table.

Connie took his hand in hers.

"Mike," she said tenderly, "it's okay. I'm nervous, too."

"You are?" Mike asked, now sounding relieved.

"Yeah," Connie said, her smile broadening.

"I wonder why I am, though, I mean, it's our wedding," said Mike. "I think it's because I don't want to make an ass of myself."

"You won't," Connie said without hesitation. "Mike, we're getting married today because we love each other. That's all that matters."

"You're right," Mike said softly, gently touching her face. "Less than four hours," he added, checking his watch.

Connie smiled.

"Great," she said.

Mike smiled again and then leaned in and kissed her.

She kissed him back.