I’m finally writing a Spin City fic! I love this show so much, and I am just shocked that there is no content. Like literally, on AO3, there’s no fics under the Spin City (TV) tag. But, that may change, as writing this piece has given me a spark of inspiration for to expand on it in a multi-chapter fic.
Takes place in late Season 3.
Enjoy!
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As Nikki had taken to spending more and more nights at Mike’s apartment, they often made their commute to City Hall together. It was not an uncommon sight to see them hand-in-hand as they made their way up the steps into the building, and she could not see them stopping anytime soon-- no matter how much Stuart teased them.
Besides, she had valuable ammo against him, should he annoy her enough.
She and Mike were discussing the previous night’s episode of Law & Order when she caught something in the corner of her eye; a man, dressed in a grey hoodie and his face obscured by a baseball cap.
Something in her gut flared at the sight of this man. She had lived in New York City all her life, a city girl through and through, and these instincts had been drilled into her from her earliest memory.
Her hold on Mike’s arm tightened when she realized that the man was approaching the both of them.
“You Mike Flaherty?” the man asked.
As tightly as Nikki tried to squeeze Mike’s arm to warn him not to engage, he still took two steps forward.
“Yeah, what can I do for y--?”
The man’s fist came flying towards Mike, immediately knocking him down. The man began yelling things like “Liberal puppet!” and “Commie bastard!” as Nikki rushed to her boyfriend’s side, trying to help him up as two security guards restrained his assailant.
Nikki helped Mike back to his feet. “Hey, you okay?”
Mike shook his head, even as he held the heel of his palm against his left eye. “Y-- yeah.”
“Mike,” she gave him a warning tone.
“Nikki, don’t worry about me,” he asked. “Did-- did he try to hurt you? I couldn’t see--”
“No,” Nikki said. “Are you sure...?”
“Nikki... please,” Mike lowered his hand, revealing that his eye was beginning to swell shut.
“Mike...”
“Just... let’s just go inside,” he requested, taking her hand again. “Please?”
Nikki sighed. “Fine. But I’m getting ice for that eye when we get inside.”
Throughout the rest of the day, everyone reacted just as Nikki predicted they would; Carter, James, and Janelle showed genuine concern, Stuart asked if it had been a result of their “activities in the boudoir,” Stacey asked if Mike at least got a punch in, and Paul was just as clueless as ever.
“I heard the Secret Service guys talking,” Carter said as he and Stuart followed Nikki to the ice machine. “You think this might be the guy that tried to take a shot at the mayor last month?”
“I don’t know,” Nikki answered, inserting a coin into the machine and holding an open Ziploc bag out.
“Seems a little weird-- can’t take out the mayor, so you try to get the guy below him,” Stuart mused. “Like how I couldn’t score a night with a future Penthouse model in college, so I dated that flat-chested girl for six months. She even roped me into spending Thanksgiving with her family.”
Nikki let out a heavy sigh of frustration and contempt that harmonized with the ice machine as the ice fell into the bag.
No.
She would not let Stuart’s “horny bastard” ways aggravate her today.
She had too much on her plate to worry about.
Nikki sealed the bag and turned back around. “Just see if you can get a security detail for Mike-- and make it discreet. Don’t want to make him feel smothered.”
“And what better way to do that than to gaslight him about the black, windowless cars outside his apartment building?” Stuart said.
Nikki gave herself one split second to glare at Stuart before she turned to Carter. “If I broke his jaw, I’d be doing mankind a service, right?”
“Oh, you’d get the Nobel Peace Prize,” Carter remarked.
Nikki gave Stuart the fakest smile that she could muster up before she left for Mike’s office in a rush.
As she expected, Mike was sitting at his desk, working as if nothing had happened that morning. The only indicator that this was not just a normal day was the beginnings of a violet bruise that framed his left eye, and the pained expression he seemed to have on his face as he filled out some paperwork.
Mike looked up, seeing her standing in the doorway. “Hey.”
“Hey-- I got the ice,” Nikki held up the bag, walking towards his desk and taking a seat across from him.
“Thanks, but--”
Whatever he was going to say, she didn’t listen as she gently pressed the bag of ice against his injured eye.
“Thanks,” he repeated, sincere this time.
He began to reach his hand to take hold of the bag himself, before wincing in pain.
“Wh-- you okay?” Nikki asked.
“It’s-- it’s just my shoulder,” he tried to wave off. “It’s a little sore.”
“That didn’t sound like a ‘little sore’ groan,” Nikki observed, reaching over the desk to try to examine his shoulder. “Does it hurt? Let me--”
As soon as her hand made contact with his shoulder, Mike cried out in pain. Nikki sprung to her feet and practically hurdled the desk to get to him.
“I-- I think we need to take you to the hospital.”
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