iluvroadrunner6 | Crossover Drabblethon

Crossover Drabblethon

Because I am a lemming, and I thought this would be fun, I since I was having a lot of fun at the Supernatural Drabblethon hosted by

aaronlisa and the CSIverse Drabblethon hosted by

goddess_loki, I decided to start my own. So, without further ado--

THE CRACK CROSSOVER

DRABBLETHON

HOW TO PLAY:

1. There is a request under the drabble below. If you choose, you may comment with a drabble in response to that request, and then add your own request at the bottom. Your request can be as vague as Character 1 and Character 2 doing blah, blah, blah or as specific as the character and fandoms you wish to see. Up to you. If you do want specific characters, though, make sure you specify the fandoms--some fandoms have characters with the same name.

2. Every drabble/drabble request must contain a character from at least two different fandoms. You can have more than one from the same fandom, but there must also be another fandom involved.

3. Any and all fandoms are game. The crackier the better.

Spin-Offs: Each spin-off counts as it's own fandom. However, if you want to request a character with canon in both shows, make sure that it's clear that it's after the timeline for the spin-off began. For example, if you want an Addison/Bailey drabble, make sure that the setting makes it clear that it's post-Grey's Addison, and not Addison while she was still in Seattle, like a reference to the work she's doing in LA, or bringing in another character from Private Practice. (If this rule isn't clear enough, let me know.)

Movie Sequels: Sequels, however, are all the same fandom.

3. Copy the request you're fulfilling into the subject line of you comment. Also place warnings for spoilers, slash, incest, NC-17, etc.

4. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask.

5. If a drabble has already been responded to, and you have a good bunny, feel free to respond again, the more responses we get the better.

6. Pimp this out like crazy. Please? The more people involved, the more fun to have.

I'll keep a running tab of the fandoms being involved so far (at the start, I'm going to list all the fandoms I know my flist follows). Even if you don't see it on the list, feel free to request it anyway.

Fandoms Involved: Brothers and Sisters, Law and Order, Chuck, Heroes, K-Ville, CSI: Miami, NCIS, House MD, Bones, Boston Legal, Law and Order: SVU, Reaper, Lost, CSI:NY, Private Practice, Pushing Dasies, Supernatural, Smallville, Law and Order: CI, Grey's Anatomy, Ugly Betty, Las Vegas, Moonlight, Numb3rs, Psych, Conviction, Firefly, Hellsing, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, The Simpsons, Scrubs, Dead Like Me

And the first drabble...

*****

"This isn't a job, Sam," Dean Winchester said, glaring back at his brother. "This is freakin' baby-sitting."

"Well, at least we're getting paid for this, Dean," Sam replied. "So we can do things like, I don't know, eat?"

"You guys, I'm sitting right here," Claire Bennett groaned from the back seat of the Impala. "And trust me, I don't like this any more than you do."

"Oh really?" Dean said with a smirk, meeting her eyes through the rear view mirror. She glared back at him, before crossing her arms in front of her chest, and he turned back to Sam. "How did this guy find us, anyway?"

"To hell if I know." Sam paused for a minute, watching the two of them and shaking his head. "I'm gonna go grab us some dinner," Sam sighed, before getting out of the car and heading towards the nearest burger joint, leaving Dean and Claire in silence.

"Don't even need stupid security," she muttered. "I'm freakin' invincible."

"Everybody thinks their invincible, sweetheart," Dean replied. "Sadly, that's not the case."

She laughed slightly, "You really have no idea, do you?"

"No idea about what?"

"I can prove it," she replied, leaning forward suddenly.

"Yeah?" he said, before turning to look at her.

"Gotta knife?"

Dean weighed the options in his head for a minute. He wasn't exactly assigned to save the girl from herself, just from everything else, so he decided what the hell? She's so sure she's invincible, let's see her prove it. He pulled out his pocket knife and handed it over to her, watching with interest, as she pressed the blade into her arm, drawing a long red line across her skin. After she moved the blade away, the skin closed the wound quickly, as though it was pulling up a zipper. Dean's eyes went wide, and Claire gave him a self-satisfied smirk.

"See? Told you I was invincible." Dean didn't say anything for a while, and Claire started to get worried, the smirk fading to a frown. "Dean?"

"Sammy's never going to believe this."

*****

Character 1 and Character 2, waiting on line at the DMV.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I thought that since everyone took a cab, there was no need for a DMV office in Manhattan," Greg said, looking around.

"You want to drive a CSU car, you need a New York license," Lindsay said with a smirk. "I'm just here for moral support."

"I could do without the commentary."

"No you couldn't. The DMV and the post office are the two most boring places to have to wait in the world, and you know it. You want the company."

"Couldn't Danny have come along?"

"I think I'm offended."

Greg grinned and shook her head. "So, I have to do this today, huh?"

"Mac would like you to be able to drive one of the cars in the next week so yes, you need to do it today."

"Fine, fine," Greg grumbled, looking back in front of him and wondering who had it in for him so bad that they made Lindsay keep him company. Maybe God, maybe Flack...he wasn't quite sure yet, but either way, he was not happy with them.

Supernatural & Firefly; Sam and/or Dean get transported to Firefly and can't get back.

"So--where am I again?" Sam asked, looking around the small infirmary where they had brought him to when they saw the gash on his arm. The gash the demon had given him was on his arm was the last thing he remembered before he wound up here, and he still wasn't exactly sure where here was.

"You're on a ship called Serenity," the young man replied, keeping his eyes away from Sam as he moved around the room. "Heading towards a planet called Persephone. There, you should be able to find safe passage back to--where did you say you were from again?"

Sam licked his lips slightly, not exactly sure what the correct answer to the question was. "I don't know."

The doctor looked up from what he was doing in confusion, meeting Sam's eyes for the first time since he had entered the room. "You--don't know where you're from?"

"Well, I do--I just don't know how to answer the question."

"What planet you came from would be a good start." The man seemed amused, almost. And it was bother Sam a bit because usually he had all the answers.

"Earth. I'm from planet Earth."

"You're from--Earth?" Now he looked confused, as though he was about to try and break something to him gently. Sam's brows knitted in confusion before replying.

"What? What is it?"

"Getting you home is going to be more complicated than we thought."

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Sam and Dean + Other Character --> "Dude--you've been out-geeked."

Sam had not thought there was any person on Earth who could go on and on about music with Dean and actually stand a chance of getting their point across without Dean drowning them out.

"And I'm telling you, he may not be classic rock but Marilyn Manson is still an artist that should be given some credit for the resurgence of hard rock."

"It's hard rock, not heavy metal," Dean pointed out.

"Doesn't matter. There's loud drums, loud guitars and loud singing in both. Does it really matter if it's cheesy eighties rock or soemthing from the nineties or now?"

"Cheesy? Did you just say--- Sam, she said cheesy."

"And I meant it, too," Jennifer Angell said. "It is cheesy. If you're going to talk about heavy metal that let's talk about Metallica instead of Blue Oyster Cult. Or hell, even AC DC."

Sam couldn't help it...he laughed. "I think you might be getting out geeked over music," Dean said, raising his beer in Angell's direction.

Character 1 & character 2 - stopping a bar fight.

A loud sound of crashing glass made everyone sitting around the bar jump. All heads turned to the closest table as a man stood up over the table, red in the face with a broken beer bottle at his feet. His companion slowly rose to his feet and the two men glared at each other.

"You're delusional, pal," the second man said calmly.

"I'm delusional? You tell me you wanna sleep with my sister and you call me delusional?"

"It was a joke."

"Now sleeping with my sister is a joke?!" The first man launched himself at the second, drunkenly flailing his fists. The second man covered his face.

"You're a drunk moron!" The second man shouted. He moved his hands and balled them into fists, fighting back.

"Whoa whoa, hey!" A woman jumped into the scene, throwing her arms between them, head ducked to avoid the punches. She pushed the first man in the chest and back him away. Someone was doing the same with the other man. The woman turned around, still holding the man back. He was fighting her though. She shouted to him loudly, "My name's Detective Wheeler, and if you don't stop, I'll arrest you!"

Both men eased up and it took Wheeler a moment to clue in to the fact that they were staring at her and the other person breaking them up.

"Whoa..check this out," the first man said, a grin coming to his lips.

"Awesome, man," the second man grinned back. Wheeler looked at the woman pushing onto the second man and stared.

"Who...are you?" Wheeler asked.

The woman stared back. "Uh..Christina Finn..who are you?"

"Megan Wheeler."

They stepped towards each other and stared, confused.

character 1 and 2- head on collision on the ice rink

She’s skating backwards and enjoying the feeling of freedom that it causes when someone bumps into her. Before Buffy knows it, she’s fallen on to the cold ice and as she tries to get up, she knocks her head against something very hard.

“What the hell?” Buffy mumbles as her hand touches her head.
“I’m so sorry.”

Buffy blinks a few times before she takes in another blond kneeling on the ice on all fours looking as dazed as Buffy’s feeling.

“What happened?” Buffy asks as she starts to stand and helps the other girl to stand as well.
“It’s my first time skating and I bumped into you. I am so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Buffy replies as she tries to steady them both before they fall to the ice again. “My name’s Buffy.”
“Jo.”
“Let’s get you off the ice before you do some more damage.”

Once they’re off the ice, with two hot chocolates from the vending machine in their hands, they start to talk. It eventually comes out that they’re both there for the same reason, that they’re both there to hunt down a demon that’s been preying on small children. And they end up working together, even though Buffy’s unlike any hunter that Jo’s ever come across before.

At the end of the night, once the demon’s been destroyed, there’s vague promises about hanging out, this time without a demon breathing down their necks, but both of them know that the chances of them having a chance to hang out and have Buffy teach Jo how to properly skate are slim and none. They both know that when either of their cell phones ring and it’s the other blonde on the line that it’ll be because they need help on a hunt.

L&O:CI/BTVS - Goren/Drusilla - blood

"Hey, watch it!" Flack lifted up the grill of his hockey mask as he pushed himself up off the ice. "If you can't skate get off the ice."

"Sorry," DiNozzo said. "Just got distracted."

"Who are you, anyway?" Flack asked.

"Tony DiNozzo. I'm up here visiting a friend and he roped me into playing on his team.

"Don Flack," Flack said with a nod. "What distracted you, anyway?"

DiNozzo pointed to the people in the stands. "The blonde and the brunette."

Flack looked at the two women and nodded. "Not bad."

"You know if they're single?"

"Don't know them at all." He looked over at DiNozzo. "Games almost over anyway. Doubt anyone would miss us..."

"What's your preference?" DiNozzo asked.

"Brunettes. You?"

"Blondes." DiNozzo grinned. "I think this will work out just fine..."

Character 1 & character 2 - babysitting drunk friends

Sam grimmaced at the sight in front of him and took a seat between an almost coherent Jayne and River, who had Jayne's glass (which contained some sort of ale) held up to the light, watching it sparkle.

"So, Wash said he can't get beck to us for another hour or so," said Sam, looking over at River who wasn't paying any attention to him. "So we have to babysit Jayne and Mal until they get here."

"You sound disapointed," said River, ignoring Jayne as he turned to the female sitting next to him and muttered something obscene in her ear, getting him slapped.

"I am," said Sam absentmindedly, giving the woman an apologetic look and hitting Jayne upside the head after she left.

"Why?" asked River, slamming the glass down on the counter, making Sam jump.

"I just don't feel like babysitting is all."

"Babysitting me, or them?"

"Ah-um..."

"Mal's trying to dance with the coat rack in the corner. You should stop him."

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CSI:NY/Firefly- Kaylee/Don > bad timing

"Dean, I know there's a pattern here. Just... let me work on it, okay? Maybe I can predict the next one."

The man clicked off his cellphone, returned to work, long lanky form hunched over a battered laptop. Charlie thought "hell, go for it" and walked over.

"Can I have a look?"

So it turned out he was a private investigator, and some of the data points he was working with were the same ones Don had handed him only two days ago. But this guy had a lot more of them, enough to reveal the pattern, and he was desperate for Charlie to help him stop the rash of deaths.

Charlie is in the middle of explaining to the kid how to combine his real-world data from traffic and weather patterns with some basic vector calculus when someone comes up behind them.

"Dude! You've just been out-geeked, Sammy!"

Once Charlie got out of the building, he clutched his cellphone, felt his voice shake. "Don? You know the Most Wanted list in your office? I just met Dean Winchester, and he's working on the same case you are."

(Shit, this is like a whole fic in my head now. Damned bunnies)

House MD & whatever- "Well, that's one I haven't heard before"

Tell me you mean that. I would love to see another Numb3rs/SPN crossover.

Ditto. I love it when these two fandoms crossover with any fandom. The two of them together makes me incredibly happy.

(I really wanted to give you a cool House/SPN crossover for this, but it wouldn't go right, so I tweaked it a little.)

House turns from the board to the new intern. First day, and House is giving him about one hour to impress him - Cuddy demands he go easier on them. "Are you just going to stand there? I've got walls for that."

Samuel Scott frowns at him and says, "The patient has been in a coma for almost four months now. He's been here for two weeks. There have been no indications of change, and you still have no idea what caused it."

"Wrong! And we know all that."

"So you know what caused it?"

House ignores the interruption: "Cause - Chase?"

"He probably just bumped his head, we should focus--"

"There is no external or internal evidence of cranial trauma," Scott interrupts. "The real mystery is in the fact that the patient has suffered no adverse effects from his condition."

"Except, of course, for the fact that the patient remains unconscious," Foreman offers dryly.

Scott flips him an irritated glance, which only House is allowed to do and Scott better watch himself. "There is no loss of muscle mass, no skin degradation. The patient is in the exact same condition as he was on the first day of his coma. You should be focusing on the reasons for that. You'll find the cause of the coma there." And that's three, he's outta here.

"Sammy. Let me explain something to you. I am your boss and I tell you what to do. But I can understand how easily you can mix that up. So, why don't you draw some more blood, get a urine sample, and, oh, why not a fecal sample while you're at it, and see if you can't figure out how things work around here?" Scott looks mildly disgusted, but leaves, and that's all that matters because House really can't be expected to go easy on the interns when they're being idiotic in front of him.

* * *
House literally runs into Scott heading for the exit three hours later. He can't possibly have run him off when they've only interacted for five minutes - Cuddy's going to kill him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Scott looks like a deer caught in headlights and House glowers at him, which seems to have the adverse effect of settling his nerves. "Did you know that some people believe that comas are caused by psychic vampires?"

That's one he's never heard before.

"Sammy, we practice medicine here, not magic, but perhaps you need some more time in school. See if they'll let you start from scratch at Alameda Elementary. I hear they have the best reading time around." He doesn't quite understand the smile Scott gives him, but insane people smile a lot. Just so long as he's gone. They're just lucky he didn't try to wake up the patient by stabbing stakes into invisible vampires.

SPN/any crime drama -> Interrogation

"So...what is this place called?"

"The DMV."

"Oh," there was a pause as Colby's compainion rocked on her heels. "Why is everyone so angry?"

"Because it's the DMV," he replied as a grin started forming on his face. Kaylee nodded and clicked her tongue against her teeth, looking around at all the grumpy looking people around her.

"It doesn't seem that bad," she said softly, cartching Colby's eyes and shrugging.

"You know we've been here for and hour and a half, right?"

"This ain't something I'd picture you doing willingly."

"I'm keeping entertained."

"How?"

"Imagining how Mal and Jayne would do in this situation."

"Mal and Jayne? There wouldn't be a line if they were here."

"Which is why we're here instead. I'm cutting down DMV fatalies by 10 percent."

Sofia Curtis and Jayne Cobb// attitude
I couldn't help it.

Sofia sighed heavily before readjusting where the sunglasses sat on her face. "There really is no need for the attitude, Mr.--?"

"Cobb. Jayne Cobb," the gruff man replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "And I ain't givin' you no gorram attitude."

"Then would you please show me the permit you have to carry that weapon," she replied.

"I don't have no gorram permit, because I don't need no gorram permit."

"Actually, you do. Guns of that size are definitely not allowed to be sold legally in the state of Nevada."

"State of Nevada?" Jayne said, giving her a look. "What kind of planet is this?"

Sofia arched an eyebrow in amusement before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "This would be Earth, Mr. Cobb, what planet are you from?"

"I ain't from Earth, that's for sure," Jayne replied. "And there ain't a power in the 'verse that's going to make me hand over Vera."

"Vera?"

"Vera--my gun," Jayne replied.

"Your gun--has a name."

"O' course she does," Jayne stated with a nod. "Don't you crazy Earth people name the things that are important to ya?"

Sofia watched him for a minute, before walking over to where Brass was standing. "I think we're gonna need a psych consult for this guy--"

---
Dean/any female character --> "Ouch--shot down."

Aiden was very unamused with the situation. All she wanted to do was get a cup of coffee without ending up in the middle of a crime scene. Granted it was the weirdest crime scene she'd ever been a part of, but crime scene none the less.

With one guy who would not let up. Aiden rolled her eyes as she spotted him looking at her again, a grin flashing on his face when she caught his eye.

"It's really not what it looks like," he said. "It's our job."

"To throw boiling water at people?" asked Aiden, placing her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrow at the guy.

"I'm Dean," said the guy, his smirk only getting wider as she argued with him.

"I'm not interested."

Aiden turned her back on 'Dean', with a satisfied new attitude. She caught the sound of someone laughing and felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up to see a taller man with shaggy brown hair.

"Ma'am, you are my hero."

--

CSI/Numb3rs- Sofia//Don > lost keys

Sofia buried her face in her hands as she waited for Don to arrive at her place. She wasn't exactly proud of the things she had done the last time they had seen each other, and she was determined to never see him again, but she was the idiot who had left her keys in his hotel room, basically guaranteeing them another encounter. Which is what she didn't want.

She looked up when she heard the car door close, and wanted to smack the smirk clear off his face. By the time he got to her, she was on her feet her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Where are they?"

"No hello?"

"Eppes, I swear--"

"Relax, I got 'em," he pulled the ring of keys out of his pocket and she snatched him out of his hand. She turned to unlock her door, and he continued to move closer, looking over her shoulder. "So--do I get to come in for a cup of coffee for my trouble?"

"I thought I told you that I never wanted to see you again."

"You were the one who called me, Detective."

"Because I was an idiot and left my keys in your hotel room. The rest of what went on there still stands."

"Would you relax, Curtis?" Don grinned at her as she turned to face him. "It could have been worse."

"Oh?" she said, giving him a look. Don leaned in closer to her, the same grin still on his face.

"It could have been your bra."

---
House + Other character -> "You? Patient. Me? Doctor."

"You're doing it wrong."

House turned to look at her with an amused expression on his face and looked down at number...whatever.

"She's right. You're fired," Mystery Number sighed and stood up, snapping off his gloves and shooting House a glare before leaving the examination room. House turned to the dark haired girl sitting in front of him and gave her his best fake grin.

"Not a mystery he was doing it wrong. He's a dumbass, you can see it all over his face."

"The machanics of that decive are insificant," said River plainly. Pointing to the counter. House followed her gaze and rolled his eyes.

"It's a stethoscope."

"A Stethoscope is an instrument used in auscultation to convey sounds in the chest or other parts of the body."

"Very good," said House childishly. "You want a lolli-pop?"

"Invented in 1820 by Fr. physician René-Théophile-Hyacinthe Laënnec-"

"Heh, Missy. You? Patient. Me? Doctor."

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Numbers/Firefly- COlby//Kaylee- moster

...that prompt doens't make sense.

Numbers/Firefly- Colby//Kaylee > monster

"No."

"What?"

"I said no. You may be handsome, but you aren't my type. Besides, you slept with Faith."

"I did not! She just kissed me. I had nothing to do with that!"

"Yeah, well...like I said, you aren't my type."

"And what is your type?"

"Well, I've been known to go from tall dark and broody to bleached blonde British punk. You aren't tall, dark, broody, bleached blonde, or British. You might be a punk, though, in the same way he was..."

"Then try a new type."

Buffy turned around and looked at him. "No. We're strictly business. Remember that."

Dean pouted. "Fine...for now."

CSIverse; character 1 and character 2, phone call.

"No way, Archie, everyone listens to Dethklok. You're just sheltered."

"I'm not sheltered! I could hang up on you right now-"

"But you wont."

"-Because you don't watch Supernatural."

"You are not comparing Dethklok to Supernatural."

"I have to go, Adam," said Arichie with a sigh, looking over his shoulder as Sara stood outside the door with her hand on her hip, looking throurogly peeved at him. "Evidence and stuff."

"Alright. Same time tomorrow?"

"As long as you come up with something to talk about besides-"

"We'll talk about superheros. Promise."

Harry Potter/Supernatural > real magic

sorry, forgot something,

Harry Potter(Luna Lovegood)/SPN > real magic

"Petrificus totalis!"

Sam watched as Dean froze up and fell backwards. "Okay, then."

"Well, your git of a brother wouldn't stop trying to grab Hermione's skirt," Ron said, crossing his arms in front of him. "He bloody well deserved it."

"Not arguing with you there," Sam said with a grin. "Name's Sam. Sam Winchester."

"I'm Ronald Weasley. This is Hermione Granger," he said, pointing to Hermione.

"Real wizards. Wow."

"What are you here for, anyway?" Hermione asked.

"I think we're here for the kind of help you two could provide..."

CSI: NY/Numb3ers: battle of the Dons

::Liv has realized she can't write Eppes...::

"Hey, Eppes!"

"Flack."

"Ya gotta knock off the whole 'I'm superior' attituted. Just 'casue we're not FBI doesn't mean you can walk all over us."

"It's our case."

"Our juricedition."

"Still, it's our case," said Don and attempted to move past the detective only to find his way blocked by the other man.

"'Fraid you're gonna have to work with us on this," said Flack with a 'that's-your-too-bad' look in his face. "Sorry if we don't treat you like gods."

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Numb3rs//Firely- Inara//Don > end of the day

"I am not doing this," Dr. Wilson said, shaking his head.

"Relax, Yankee," Sawyer said with a smile. "It'll be easy as pie."

"I just think there are better ways of going about this," Wilson replied. He glanced around at the people in line before and after him.

"If you want to get back at your friend, this is the way to go. I promise it will be worth every penny," Sawyer gave Wilson a pat on the shoulder. Wilson looked at him, concerned.

"Who are you, again?"

"Don't you be concerned with that."

"Where did you come from?"

Sawyer chuckled. "Hell if I know, Yankee."

"My name is James Wilson."

"Well- James Wilson, it's time to do your thing." Sawyer moved forward in the line and spoke to the lovely woman on the other side of the desk. He stepped aside and motioned Wilson forward. Wilson handed her the Drivers License and filled out the quick paperwork. He gave her the lines just as Sawyer, the man he had met so randomly in the bar, had fed him.

Not ten minutes later, the two men stepped out of the DMV's office. "You're sure this looks legit?"

Sawyer grabbed the ID and looked it over. He barely glanced at the picture of the unshaven man in the photo as he read the information out loud. "Georgina House...female...yes, it's looks legit." He handed the ID back with a grin. "Why you wanted a con so small, I don't know. But I'll take my money now." Wilson handed the cash over and Sawyer stuffed it in his pocket and walked off. Wilson looked down at the ID and grinned.

Psych-Shawn and L&O:CI-Goren...whatever...

"Son of a bitch." Jordan grumbled. "If I'd known this was going to take all day, I'd have brought a book."

"Want one?" A voice from behind her piped up. She turned to see a goth girl wtih pigtails and one of those grins that annoyed Jordan to no end.

"No, what I want is to get the hell out of here. Why are you so happy?"

Abby shrugged. "Why not? Being grumpy isn't going to make me get through the line any faster. They're doing the best they can up there."

Jordan couldn't believe it. "You must live in some kind of fantasy world where everything's sunshine and lollipops. I'd have to kill myself if I lived there."

Abby glared at her. "I do not." Then, Abby's expression got sad and for just a moment Jordan actually felt guilty. "I'll quit wasting your time." Jordan turned back around and waited silently until it was her turn.

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L&O character meets an old ememy.

Corrected prompt:

L&O character meets an old enemy.

"Oh, hell no," Green said, the other man giving him a grin as he walked onto the crime scene. "Get your skinny white ass off my crime scene."

"Ed?" Nina frowned, giving him a look as the taller detective finally reached him.

"Not your crime scene anymore," Flack replied, licking his lips slightly. "They've kicked it over to the 1-4. It's our crime scene now."

"Oh--I see how it is," Green smirked. "Resolve a hostage situation, and suddenly you're the BMOC. Getting to be more like Daddy every day."

"Now, c'mon Green," Flack said, giving him a grin. "You know I only steal crime scenes from you."

Green laughed, "See that just makes me feel all special inside."

Nina looked between the two men, confused, and Ed caught the look before shaking his head. "Flack, this is my partner Nina Cassady, Nina--Don Flack. I kicked his ass on the detective's exams."

Flack laughed slightly, before shaking his head. "Which is the only thing he ever will kick my ass on, thank you. Now would you two please fill me in and then get off my crime scene?"

"When CSU gets here you can have your damn crime scene, Flack," Green replied, before turning away from him towards Nina, speaking through his smile. "I used to hate his ass."

"And you like him now?" Nina frowned.

"Nope," Green shook his head. "Still hate him."

"So why are you being so nice to him?" Nina asked, confused.

"Cuz he's going to have to deal with the Lieu later."

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NCIS/SPN -> Dean/Abby -> "I thought you said this was safe..."

"What are we doing again?" Dean asked as Abby's typed furiously on the keyboard.

"Searching government databases for information on your Mr. Green."

"Green's not his real name, you know that, right?"

Abby turned to face him, rolling her eyes. "Of course I know that. But, if he is a spook, or a Feeb, or even the next Fox Mulder, the information's all here."

Dean reached for Abby's Caf-Pow, and without taking her eyes from the screen, she knocked his hand away.

"Hey!"

"I need that. We need to get this done as soon as possible or we're in a lot of trouble."

"I thought you said this was safe."

She grinned. "It is, unless Gibbs catches us and I have to explain to him who you are."

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Law & Order detective interrogates character from another show

"I still don't get why I need to be here. I already have a fake identity. I'm Millie, remember?"

"New town, new identity. Those are the rules."

"Yeah, well, the rules are stupid."

George pouted as she looked around the DMV. It was smaller than the one in Seattle, dank and crowded. The only thing saving it, she thought, was that none of this was written down on a post-it.

"Coming through."

"Hey!" George spun around as she was pushed out of the way, and glared at the man now in front of her. He was carrying what looked like a kid's water pistol, and making his way towards one of the counters. "Some of us were here first."

The guy smiled; he would have been cute, if he wasn't so obnoxious. "This is kind of a special situation."

George rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, so is mine."

"Look, you seriously don't -"

"Next."

George rushed forward at the sound, but she was beaten to the counter; glowering for a moment, she briefly contemplated exactly how much trouble she would be in if she yanked the guy's soul out just for the hell of it.

"Let it go," Rube said beside her. Deciding it probably wasn't worth the effort of yet another transfer, she stepped back.

"Next."

"Finally," George muttered under her breath. Stepping up to the counter, she stopped short.

"Delores?"

Oops, forgot a prompt:

Supernatural/Grey's Anatomy: Dean/Izzie

"How did you do this, Dean?" Sam asked, looking at the severely unnatural way his brother's leg had snapped.

"I told you, Sam, the thing sat on me," Dean replied, studying his leg with some interest. He said there watching it for a minute, before he heard the curtain get pulled back, and he looked up in interest. The gorgeous blond doctor was staring down at his leg, a look of shock on her face.

"Oh my God," she said, continuing to stare in disbelief.

"Oh my God, yourself," Dean said appreciatively, looking her up and down.

"I don't think that's what she meant, Dean."

"Huh?" Izzie looked up in confusion, and then saw the look on Dean's face. "Oh, no I didn't mean--not that you're not--but I--" Her attention got drawn back down to his leg again, "--Oh my God! How did this happen?"

Dean faltered slightly, before turning to Sam, "Well, uh, we were--"

"--Hiking! Up in--you know, the woods--" Sam continued, shifting uncomfortably.

"--and I kind of fell--you know, it really is a long story--"

"You know what? It doesn't really matter," Izzie nodded, before starting to back away from them, her eyes still on his leg. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna go page othropedics." She disappeared back behind the curtain again, and Dean looked up at his brother with a grin.

"Yeah--she was totally digging me."

Sam smacked Dean upside the head.

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Character 1 and Character 2 meet a compromising situation.

It was everything Megan Reeves expected from a four star hotel in the heart of New York City: luxurious furniture, separate bedroom with a queen-sized bed, fireplaces in both rooms, excellent room service and a balcony with a gorgeous view of the New York skyline.

What she didn’t expect was the naked man who dropped onto her balcony from the floor above.

They stared at each other for a moment; then she dived for her gun sitting on the desk and he made a dash to stop her. She beat him by a second, whirling around with the gun in her hand. He froze three feet in front of her. He was remarkably calm for someone with no clothes and a gun pointed at him.

“I’m a cop.” He stood hands raised slightly, blue eyes locked on the .45.

She laughed. “I can tell by the uniform.”

Loud pounding and running footsteps came from the floor above. “NYPD” and “Don’t move” echoed down through the open balcony door.

Megan kept her gun leveled at the intruder and he, wisely, didn’t move. She didn’t want to stare, but she had to keep her eyes on him. He appeared relaxed, but she could read tension in every muscle in his body. Muscles she was trying hard not to stare at. She willed her eyes back to his face, noticing the slight blush that colored his cheeks as she did so.

“Hey, Flack!” A voice rang down from the balcony above. “You down there, buddy?”

Megan answered before the man standing in front of her could. “My name is Megan Reeves, FBI. Could you tell me who you are looking for, please?”

There was a very obvious pause, then, “Yeah. Detective Donald Flack.” Amusement was evident in the voice. “He’s ‘bout 6’2”, dark hair, reasonably good-looking.” Another pause. “He wouldn’t be wearing any clothes.”

A twitching cheek muscle was the only sign of Flack’s discomfort and Megan decided to take pity on him. She lowered her weapon and crossed to the balcony to answer. “He’s down here.”

When she turned back, Flack had pulled the cloth off the room-service cart and wrapped it around himself. Megan was impressed that all of the dishes were still on the cart.

“I think I’ll be going,” he said as he headed to the door.

“Wait,” Megan said. “You know, I’m probably going to be charged extra for that.” She gestured to the tablecloth he was wearing.

Flack gave her a crooked grin. “I’ll return it tomorrow.”

Megan returned the smile. “I look forward to it.”

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Character 1 and Character 2 are stuck in traffic

I just had to say that this made me flail like whoa. (Flack/Megan is one of my favorite Numb3rs crossover pairings.)

And I'll probably write your prompt, but--brain's not quite working that way at this point. Too much squee. Very nice job. And I'd love to see how Flack ended up naked on Megan's balcony to begin with.

Glad you liked it. Megan was the only choice for this scene.

There is a reason Don is so unclothed, however, I'm missing the right set of characters to use in the scene just previous to this one.

Well, if you ever do decide to expand on it, I'd love to read it. That was a really fun read.

As I sat on my moped Sasha I began to wonder just why I became a Doctor. It was never for the money it was to help people. People where good in the world and I needed to help them stay there.

"Hey idiot the light is green are you going to move up?" A man on a bike spoke from behind me.

I turned around and kindly acknowledged him "I'm sorry sir, but I felt it was no use since this kind fellow next to me was planning on getting into this lane" I gave him a smile "but don't you worry this next light we should be getting closer to our destinations."

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House rolled his eyes as the younger man spoke as thought he world was filled with lollipops and rainbows. Kicking his bike into gear he moved up beside the scooter. "Do you always act so courteous to every driver on the road? I really can't see how in the world that is productive."

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"Oh it is trust me, there is always room in the world for giving" I smiled
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"Yeah whatever" House shook his head and weaved through the traffic leaving the dark haired Doctor behind.

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Character 1 and Character 2 are held hostage

“This is so your fault,” Dean Winchester complained to the other man he sat back to back with as he fought the ropes the held them captive to their chairs.

“My fault? If you bloody yanks hadn’t come out here, we wouldn’t be tied to a chair!” Harry Potter retorted annoyed at the other man.

“Do you know where the hell we are at least?”

“Probably in some family house or something, last time the bastard captured me I was at a grave yard tied to his father’s tombstone.” Turning his head to evaluate the old house, which they where currently being held captive in he continued; “This looks like the Riddle Manor his dead Dad’s house who abandoned him.”

“Dude, this son of a bitch is screwed up we should have an orphan-slash-bad childhood club you, me, Sammy and this son of a bitch.” Harry snorted in response,

“Yeah, I can see that all of us sitting in a circle sharing our feelings, wonderful.” Harry said dryly while struggling with his ropes a little more, before he felt them loosen, “finally!” He exclaimed standing up watching as Dean did the same.

Dean standing up, glad to be finally free turned to Harry, “you want to get a drink?”

“Brilliant.”

“Dude, we need to seriously need to work on your language and pop culture skills, you’re almost as bad as Sammy.” Dean shook his head at the thought, what was the world coming to?

“Don’t you think they’ll be worried when we’re not here?” Harry asked as they headed out the old wood door.

“Let them figure it out, I really need a drink.” Dean replied, licking his lips at the thought.
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Character 1 and cahracter 2 get drunk.

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Crossover Drabblethon

Character 1 and Character 2, waiting on line at the DMV. (CSI/CSI: NY)

SPN/Firefly -> Sam gets transported to Serenity

Sam and Dean + Other Character --> "Dude--you've been out-geeked."

Character 1 & character 2 - stopping a bar fight: Conviction/Law & Order CI

Character 1 & 2 - head on collision on the ice rink -> BTVS/SPN

character 1 and 2- head on collision on the ice rink (CSI: NY and NCIS)

Character 1 & character 2 - babysitting drunk friends

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Re: House/SPN -> Well, that's one I haven't heard before

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Sofia/Jayne --> attitude

Dean/Female Character- Ouch-- shot down

Sofia/Don -> lost keys (CSI/Numb3rs)

House + Other character -> "You? Patient. Me? Doctor."

Re: House + Other character -> "You? Patient. Me? Doctor."

Dean/any female character --> "Ouch--shot down."

character 1 and character 2, phone call.

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Harry Potter/Supernatural > real magic

CSI: NY/Numb3ers: battle of the Dons

Character 1 and Character 2, waiting on line at the DMV: House/Lost

Char 1 and Char 2, waiting at the DMV (Scrubs/NCIS)

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L&O character meets an old enemy (L&O/CSI:NY)

NCIS/SPN -> Dean/Abby -> "I thought you said this was safe..."

Character 1 and Character 2, waiting on line at the DMV (Dead Like Me/Reaper)

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SPN/Grey's -> Dean/Izzie

Re: Char 1/Char 2 - compromising situation (Numb3rs/CSI)

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Re: Char 1 and Char 2 are stuck in traffic House/Scrubs

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