Meme!

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And this, I guess, because crack is fun.

Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I'm familiar with, and I'll give you a dialogue happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.

This'll probably be quick comment fic. As for what fandoms I know -- I have a ton. If you don't know, ask, and I'll do my best. :D

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Shawn Spencer (Psych) meets Greg Sanders (CSI).

Ooh; Colby Granger (NUMB3RS) meets Dean Winchester (SPN).

And I'll give you a free card here, with a character you havenèt written before.

Colby and Dean

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“You’re sloppy, kid.”

Dean’s eyes rolled up with an angry glare, looking over at Colby with a look that could probably kill if he had been trying hard enough. Colby wasn’t phased much by it, just sliding over and plopping himself down across from him with a heavy sigh. Colby hadn’t seen Dean Winchester since he was sixteen, and John needed his dad’s help taking out a Wendigo out in Iowa. He didn’t know the guy well, but he knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t a serial killer, despite whatever evidence there was to the contrary.

“Bite me.”

“Charming,” Colby leaned back against the chair with a sigh. “You know getting you out of here is going to be like pulling teeth, don’t you?”

“Yeah, here’s the thing—me and Sam need to sit tight.”

Colby blinked for a moment. “You what?”

“We need you to keep us in custody,” Dean swallowed slightly, before looking around the room. “This isn’t being recorded, right?” Colby raised an eyebrow, silently asking if Dean thought he was a moron, and Dean rolled his eyes before continuing. “Sam and I—we’re in a bit of deep shit. But we know the things that are after us aren’t looking to make a scene. If they try and gank us in the middle of a crowded FBI office building?”

“That’s quite the big scene.”

“Exactly.”

Colby ran a hand over his face for a moment, before responding. “What the hell have you two gotten yourselves into?”

Dean swallowed slightly. “Me and Sam kind of—started the Apocalypse.”

“You what?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Colby held up his hands and turned to face him at the table again. “I need to know everything. Right from the top.”

Dean paused for a minute, before sighing and leaning back in his chair. “So about a year back, I sort of died—”

Greg and Shawn

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“What’re you doing?”

Greg glanced back over his shoulder at the person standing behind him and fought back the urge not to groan. Ever since the so-called “psychic” from Santa Barbara had arrived at the lab, he’d been driving each one of the CSIs up a wall. Greg really just wanted to be rid of him, but he didn’t know how to do that on short notice quite yet.

“I’m—processing the DNA evidence. Is—that a problem?”

“No, no—not at all. Please, continue processing.”

“Thank you, for your permission.”

It wasn’t that Greg had anything against psychics, as a general rule, but when they were getting on his case like this he tended to dislike them more often than not. But he dealt with it for the time being, just taking a deep breath and focusing on the work in front of him. After a few minutes, however, it got to be unbearable, and he was glancing over his shoulder at Shawn again, giving him a strong look.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No!” Shawn sighed, waving a hand. “No, no, I just—wanted to see how this worked.”

“So—are you satisfied?”

“Yes,” Shawn nodded. “Quite.” He paused for a moment, on the way out, before turning around and giving him a grin. “By the way, dude? Great hair.”

Greg couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he shook his head. “Thanks. Thanks a lot.”

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Dean Winchester/Samantha Flack

Bela Talbot/Remy Hadley (told you, she wants to meet Bela)

Sam Axe/Bobby Singer

Sam and Bobby

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Sam Axe was not who Bobby was expecting when he banged on the door to Michael’s loft. He was expecting this Michael Westen guy, or hell, maybe even Bela, the person he was looking for in the first place. But instead, he found an older gentleman with a beer in his hand and a confused look on his face.

“—Can I help you with something?”

“Who the hell are you?” Bobby didn’t feel the need to waste his time with the pleasantries. He just wanted to get in, get his information and get out.

“Name’s Sam Axe. I live here. Who the hell are you?”

Bobby’s eyes narrowed slightly at that, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Name’s Bobby. ‘m a friend of Bela’s.”

Sam regarded the man carefully for a moment. Bobby knew that look—he’d seen it on John Winchester several times in the past. It was one of those looks where he was evaluating whether or not they can trust someone, and there was suddenly no doubt in Bobby’s mind that this guy was ex-military.

“She isn’t here,” Sam said carefully. “Mikey needed to borrow her for a job, so she’s out and about doing what she does best.”

Damn. He needed to talk to the damn woman sooner rather than later, but apparently she wanted to make things complicated for him. “Sorry t’ bother ya then. I’ll just be on m’ way.” Bobby started to walk away, until he heard the man’s voice coming from behind him again.

“Well, you could always come in for a beer. Bela and Mike have this watered down crap, but it’s not too terrible.”

Bobby smirked slightly at the beer being watered down, before turning around and nodding slightly as he did. “Sure. I could go for a beer.”

Dean and Samantha

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“Where’s ya head at, pretty boy?”

Dean’s eyes darted over at her from where her head was resting on her stomach. He wasn’t sure if he should tell her. He hadn’t exactly disclosed that end of his life to her yet, and he wasn’t sure if he should. This was supposed to be his place, a place where he could go and get away from the hunting and the monsters, but there were some nights, like tonight, where his brain just wouldn’t let him leave it alone.

“Nowhere,” he said with a small smile, taking her hand in his and playing with her fingers. “Just—got a lot on my plate at the moment.”

“What, with that mysterious job you won’t tell me anything about?” She was teasing mostly, and he sighed softly as her fingers curled around his. “You know, secrets never do anybody any good, Dean. They just lead to a lot more pain.”

Dean was quiet for a minute, before pushing himself up and looking at her, bracing one hand on either side of her. “You’re the biggest secret I’ve got right now. Can’t exactly tell you about you, now can I?”

“Not what I meant, Dean,” she said softly, running a hand over his face. “Talk t’ me.”

He watched her for a minute, before leaning in to kiss her again, soft and slow, before pulling back with a sigh. “Just trust me, okay? I’ll tell you when the time’s right.”

“And when’s that gonna be?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well when ya figure it out, let a girl know, alright?” Samantha looked up at him with worried eyes, and he just leaned in to kiss her again, pulling her in closer before rolling onto his back, taking her with him. This was where he wanted to be for right now. And when the time came, he would talk about it then.

Bela and Remy (that somehow became insanely shippy)

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Remy could listen to this woman talk until the day she died. It was the accent. She could care less for the content, but the accent—it did things to her. She had never really been one for accents when it came to men, but she could listen to this woman read the phone book and she’d probably get off on it. In fact, she had a very profound desire to find out if ‘Bela’—probably not her real name, but Remy didn’t really care—talked dirty in bed. Because if she did? That would probably be the hottest thing that the young doctor had ever heard.

But that may have also been the alcohol talking.

A second later, Bela’s hand was coming between them, brushing Remy’s hair out of the way so she could look at something, and Remy was trying not to read any more into it than a friendly gesture. Bela’s fingers slid down, closing around the necklace around her neck and pushing it forward so that she could see.

“This is lovely. Where did you get it?”

“That?” It took Remy a minute to realize what she was talking about, but when she did, she shrugged. “Family heirloom, I think. Used to be my mothers.” She was too numbed by alcohol that the mention of her mother barely registered more than a passing stab of guilt.

“Really? That’s a shame. I would love to wear something like that.”

Another round somehow finds their way in front of them, and Remy’s fingers come up and circle around Bela’s wrist, brushing against the inside patch of skin there, and feeling what had to be an involuntary shudder running through the other woman. Alcohol or not, signals were pretty clear, and she was definitely going to take advantage of it.

“You know, there’s a whole set to these things—I have it back at my place. I could show you—” There was a pause, and another brush with her thumb at the base of Bela’s wrist. “—if you want.”

The woman’s eyes on her were almost smoldering. It was a quick once over where Remy felt more exposed than she ever had, where Bela knew far more about her than she ever realized she did, and that was when she knew she had to find some way to get this woman back home to her bedroom.

“I think I’d love that.”

Remy couldn’t help but grin. “Good.” This was going to be a hell of a night.

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Jennifer (!!!) Angell meets Shawn Spencer
Mal Reynolds meets Dean Winchester
Lindsay Monroe meets Sylar


I am going to request a few but I will put this in my journal so you can do the same. :)

Lindsay and Sylar

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“You make me sick, you know that?”

Sylar didn’t seem disturbed by that. In fact, Lindsay could almost say he was amused and that stilled something inside her. He was a scary man, even with “The Hatian” as they called him, in the corner, taming him just by virtue of his own ability, she still didn’t feel completely safe, and that didn’t make anyone comfortable.

“You haven’t been doing this job very long, have you?” he replied. His tone was completely condescending and belittling , but that wasn’t what disturbed her. It was the effortless way he had of saying it. He didn’t need to make himself superior because in his mind he was, and that was disconcerting. It truly scared her, and there weren’t many things that could do that.

“No,” Lindsay said, swallowing and trying to keep her cool as she leaned over the table. “But I know monsters when I see them.”

Sylar’s eyes rolled up so that he was looking at her through his eyebrows, a face that was meant to be intimidating, but she managed to keep her cool. Or, at least, she hoped she did. She had never been good at keeping a cold face when she was truly scared, but she did what she could when she could. They both met each other’s stare unwaveringly, before a smile started to crawl up the side of the man’s face, his head tilting to the side slightly.

“I think I like you.”

Lindsay wasn’t sure whether to be worried or pissed off.

Mal and Dean

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“Dude, I am so not in Kansas anymore.”

And then there was a gun in his face. Fantastic. Dean didn’t know where he was, but he wouldn’t think a gun in his face anywhere was a good thing. He just slowly swallowed before raising his hand in the air, looking around for a quick and easy exit. How he was going to do that here of all places, he didn’t know.

“You best be tellin’ me your name and where exactly you came from, or we’re gonna have a mighty fine mess for me to clean up off the walls of my ship.” The safety on the gun cocked back, and he leveled Dean with a heavy stare. “I do hate cleanin’ up messes, but when they’re necessary, I do what I have to do .”

“Okay, first of all—westerns went out in the eighties, man. Secondly, there’s no need to threaten me for information. I can play nice. Really.”

The man just looked confused at the statements, before swallowing and reclaiming his grip on his gun. “Don’t make me count to three.”

“Alright, alright. My name is Dean Winchester. I have no idea how I got here, but I was in Springfield, Illinois.”

“Illinois?” the man frowned, almost as though he’d never heard of it. “What the hell kind of planet is named Illinois?”

“Planet?” Dean gaped slightly at that. What the hell kind of looney bin had he landed himself in? “It’s not a planet, it’s a state. You know—on Earth. The planet that I’m from.”

“Earth?”

“Yeah. Earth.” A beat. “Oh, God. I am still on Earth, right?”

The man just paused for a minute, before raising the safety on his gun, but not lowering it. “Well, you’re right about one thing? You ain’t in Kansas anymore.”

Angell and Shawn

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“Oh, I already know far more about you than you could possibly want me to know.”

At that particular statement, Angell looked up at the man on the table across from her, before raising an eyebrow at him. He was a goofy looking guy, who they’d caught trespassing with his friend on a crime scene. They’d never met before, she barely even knew the guy’s name, and yet he was going to make a statement like that. That definitely peaked her interest.

“Oh really?”

“Really, really.” The guy just gave her a cheeky grin as he laced his fingers in front of him, looking over at her with what could only be described as attempted innocence. She couldn’t help it. She had to bite.

“Alright, Mr.—Spencer.” She laced her fingers in front of her as well as she closed the file, before giving him a look. “What exactly do you know about me?”

“Well, other than the fact that you’re a very pretty detective? You grew up in a large family—I’m seeing a single parent with a lot of siblings, possibly—no, definitely all brothers. Your father was also most likely a detective or some kind of law enforcement. You also happen to be dating the guy who’s interviewing my friend Gus right now.”

Her head snapped up at that last bit, before her eyes narrowed and she lowered her voice. “How the hell did you know that?”

“I didn’t tell you?” he said, the grin on his face widening from innocence to looking like that cat who ate the canary. “I’m psychic.”

“Psychic.”

“Yup.”

Angell was quiet for a moment, before shrugging. “Alright, psychic-boy. Care to tell me what you were doing on our crime scene today? And this better be good.”

“For you, Detective? I wouldn’t offer anything less.”

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Clark Kent meets Ruby. Don't think I have to explain the fandoms.

Clark/Ruby

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“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

This kid was way too wholesome to be for real, all innocent intentions and wide eyes. It was almost—adorable. It really was. But as he was standing on the edge of the trap holding her, knife in his hand ready to scratch away the paint, and she was watching him carefully, waiting to see how he’d react.

“You’re trapped.”

“Generally that’s what people do with demons,” she pointed out, arms crossed in front of her chest. “They trap them and they send them back to Hell.”

“And—you’re a demon.”

Wholesome and a moron. What a winning combination. “Good boy,” she snapped dryly. “You get the extra cookie.”

“What did you do—that made them want to trap you, I mean?”

“I exist, that’s what I did,” Ruby replied. “Hunters trap demons, no matter what they’ve done or how hard they’re trying to change.” She stopped after that, watching him carefully to see if he’d buy it. He was a bit like Sam Winchester, wanting to see the good in everyone, no matter how hard it was to see.

He watched her for a minute, before crouching down and scratching at the edge of the paint. Ruby felt the trap lessen and tilted her head at him slightly. “You really don’t know what you’re getting into, farmboy.”

“It’s Clark, and I can take care of myself,” he replied, looking back at her again as he finished breaking the line. Ruby just smirked slightly, before continuing to move forward, using the telekinesis she had to pull the bar doors closed behind him.

“Let’s see just how well.”

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Cordelia Chase and Don Flack, Jr. Plus I have others, if you want.

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Cordy is pleased by your choice.

And you're welcome to as many as you like.

Flack and Cordelia

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“It’s the tie, Don.”

The look on her face was pained. Absolutely pained. Flack wasn’t sure whether it really was the tie, or she was just trying to distract him from the actual question. He was quiet for a long time, just looking at her, and it wasn’t long before she mistook his confusion for discomfort.

“Can I call you ‘Don’? I know we haven’t known each other all that long, but I feel like we can be comfortable with referring to each other on a first name basis.”

“Ms. Chase—”

“Oh, please—call me Cordelia,” she said, flashing him a wide smile. Flack continued to stare at her for a moment, before starting again.

“Ms. Chase, I just want to ask you a few questions about the man that you were with last night.”

“Oh, who, you mean Angel?”

“Angel.” That was a step forward that he hadn’t had before. “Does Angel have a last name?”

“You know, I honestly don’t know,” she said with a firm nod. “He may have had one back before he died—”

“Back before he what?”

“What?” She blinked. “Oh, I don’t mean died died. He went through this whole ‘reborn again’ phase. Now he just goes by Angel. He’s one of those one-namers like Madonna or Cher.” She flashed him a bit of an amused smile. “Died. People don’t just die and come back to life.”

Flack was staring again, before shaking his head. “Look, I need to talk to your boss, or I can’t close this case. I need to know the best way to get a hold of him. Can you help me with that?”

“Well—he’s only really around late.”

“Late? How late?”

“Well, he’s a little—photosensitive? So he doesn’t really go out during the day. But you’re welcome to come by any time of the night and find out whatever you need.”

Flack sighed slightly. “Okay then.”

“In fact, you can just give me a call—” She paused for a minute, before pulling out a business card. “—whenever you’re ready to come by, and I’ll be willing to show you whatever you need.”

Flack took the business card between his fingers, he raised an eyebrow at her slightly. “Even with my bad ties.”

“Oh, Don. The bad ties—that’s just something we’ll have to work on.”

Giles and teen!Dean (with bonus teen!Sam and Buffy)

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“What are you doing here?”

Dean’s eyes landed lazily on the Sunnydale librarian, but quickly slid down to the cute blond next to him, and the slightly surprised look had turned into a smirk. “We’re lookin’ for a book.” He paused, before returning the smartass look to the older man. “That is what this place is for, right?”

The man looked flustered, at the response, before pushing his glasses up on his nose a bit, studying Dean carefully. The blond was looking at him at this point arms crossed in front of her chest with a look that Dean wasn’t sure if it was curiosity or amusement. Maybe a little of both.

“Well, yes, I suppose, but—I’m rather busy at the moment, I’m afraid I can’t—”

“Dude, what do we look like, morons?” Dean was clearly rather insulted at that. He was eighteen friggin’ years old, and Sammy was fourteen and a genius. They could find a damn book on their own. “We can find a friggin’ book.”

The librarian guy looked like he had something to say to that, before the look on his face was replaced with a more skeptical one. “You keep saying ‘we’.”

“Yeah, we,” Dean sighed. Was this guy blind on top of everything else? “Me and my shrimp—” His voice trailed off when he turned to the side and found Sam had vanished, making his brother look like a moron. Dean was going to kill him for it later. If he wanted to play ‘Distract the Librarian,’ he should learn to tell Dean in advance. “Sammy!”

“Dean, you gotta see this!” Suddenly Sam was appearing over the edge of the railing, looking down at his brother with a stack of books in his arms, and he was sounding far more excited than he should be over a stack of old books. “They’ve pretty much got every demonology book Uncle Bobby’s got, and then some I haven’t even heard of!”

The blond and the librarian looked at each other for a moment, before the blond spoke up with a smirk. “Well, he did say he could find a book, Giles.”

Giles looked absolutely flabbergasted, and Dean just shot them both a thin smile, before jogging up the stairs and heading towards his baby brother. Sam was still hanging over the railing a bit when Dean got there, flipping through the first couple pages of the top book when the librarian finally managed to find his voice again.

“What do you two know about demons, exactly?”

Dean and Sam looked at each other for a moment, before Dean turned back to the two of them with a smirk. “Dude, what don’t we know—”

Angell and Bela

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“Look, I want to make something abundantly clear.”

Bela huffed slightly as she looked over at Angell, shifting so that her arms weren’t strained as much with their position over her head. She and Angell had been tied there for a while, and she knew from her tone that this wasn’t a conversation that they should be having at this particular moment in time.

“Do you really think that now is the right time?”

“Do you see us having anything better to do?” Angell shot her a glare, to which Bela rolled her eyes and waited for the woman to continue. The two women just stared at each other for a while, before Bela started to get impatient.

“Well?”

“I don’t like you. I really, really don’t like you.”

“And this is important now why?”

“Because when Dean and Sam come to get me and subsequently you, you’re going to disappear again to go screw over some poor sap, and I won’t be able to tell you then. I now have your undivided attention, so I want to make a point.”

“And that point would be?”

“Stay the hell away from Danny Messer.”

Bela smirked slightly at that. “Danny’s a big boy, sweetie. I think he can take care of himself.”

“I don’t care. I’m not going to let you drag him into danger the way you do Sam and Dean, and I’m not going to let you screw with his emotions either. Stay. Away.”

“Sure, honey. I’ll get right on that.” She clearly had no intention of doing so.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that.”

“That’s what everyone tells me, Detective. Get some new material.”

Angell stewed on that for a moment, gritting her teeth slightly while she prepared to wait for the moment to pass.

“Where the hell is Dean?”

Hawkes/Inara (and don't ask me where this came from)

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“How’s your tea?”

“Very good, thank you.”

Inara watched the detective from across the room, pausing in her lighting of the incense, before making her way back to the table. She wasn’t sure what it was exactly that the man was here for, but she wasn’t going to push the matter. Polite, composed and comfortable. That was what a companion was, after all, and she wasn’t about to break character just because a policeman was in the room. She sat down slowly, taking a sip of her own tea before speaking again.

“Not that I’m not pleased to have a member of the esteemed NYPD in my office, but can I ask why you’re here?”

Hawkes took another sip of his tea, before nodding. “Captain Malcolm Reynolds was found dead this morning.”

At that, everything inside her stilled suddenly. Her first instinct was to tell the man that he was lying, that he was wrong somehow. Mal couldn’t be dead. He had always managed to contain this—bravado—deceiving a person into thinking that on some level he may just be immortal, outlive them all and never die. And now, to hear that he was gone—

“Ms. Serra?”

It took her a moment to realize that Hawkes was trying to get her attention. She blinked, shaking her head slightly. “Yes, I’m sorry. It just –caught me a bit off-guard. Captain Reynolds was a valued client of mine.”

“Only a client?” Hawkes said raising an eyebrow. It was almost as though he was psychoanalyzing her, seeing right through her reactions and she didn’t like it. She straightened a little more before nodding.

“Of course. Do you think I would lie about something like that, Dr. Hawkes?”

“I’m not insinuating that you would, Ms. Serra. Just trying to get the whole picture.” He paused. “Sometimes, when two people work together for a long time, they become very close—friends even. Would you say that was the case for you and Captain Reynolds?”

Inara swallowed slightly before responding. “Mal Reynolds was stubborn, egotistical, and frankly, downright insufferable. We didn’t get along well—at all. He was mostly a client.”

Hawkes nodded slowly, before dropping the subject. “We were hoping you might know of anyone who’d like to see Captain Reynolds dead.”

Inara paused for only a moment, before taking a deep breath and replying. “Do you want the short list, or the long?”

Eric Delko and Angela Petrelli

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Senator Petrelli’s mother was a rather imposing woman. She had this way of watching you as though she knew what you were going to do before you did it, and that was off-putting, in a big way. Eric still wasn’t afraid to try and stare her down, though. She was their lead suspect, and the overly calm way she was approaching the situation was not putting him at ease.

“You know, Mrs. Petrelli, most people would be uncomfortable with the idea of being interrogated by the police.”

A thin, hint of a smirk crossed her face as she leaned back, perfectly composed in her seat. “Well, Officer Delko, I’m not most people. Besides, I won’t be here long.”

“You don’t think so?” Eric raised an eyebrow. “We have many questions for you, Mrs. Petrelli, and they could take some time.”

“Actually, it won’t take long at all,” Angela crossed her legs in front of her, letting one of the hands rest on the table gently. “Your evidence is going to clear me, and this is just going to prove to be another bump in the road to finding the real killer.”

“You sound so sure.”

“Why do you think I’m here without a lawyer, Officer?” She gave him a skeptical look. “I can’t be arrested for something I haven’t done. I didn’t kill him. I can promise you that.”

Eric was about to respond to that when there was a knock on the glass window of the room, and he turned to see Ryan standing there, gesturing for him to come outside. Eric sighed slightly, before getting up and heading out into the hallway.

“She didn’t do it.”

“What?” Eric frowned. “All the evidence?”

“None of it matches,” Ryan sighed. “I don’t get it either, but we don’t have anything to hold her on.”

Eric took a deep breath, before looking back through the window towards her. Angela met his eyes with a bit of a smirk, and he let the breath out slowly, before turning back to Ryan. “I really don’t like her.”

“You and me both.”

Bela and Faith

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“You don’t scare me.”

Faith raised an eyebrow in the brunette’s direction, her hands landing on her hips as she tried to stare the woman down. So far as Faith knew, the woman wasn’t anyone important. Not part demon, not a vamp—just a regular, everyday thief who happened to have a bit of a taste for the supernatural end of things. And she was good, Faith would vouch for that, but she still wasn’t what Faith was, which was the Slayer. And the Slayer didn’t go down easy.

“Really? You must not be as smart as I thought.”

Bela—if that even was her real name—clucked her tongue softly, before shaking her head, looking very unimpressed. “Look, Faith—you and I don’t know each other very well. Don’t make the mistake of underestimating me.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating me,” Faith snapped back. “Or did you miss the part where I said I was the Slayer.”

“Right. The Slayer you may be, but when it comes to this particular item, you seem to have not done your homework very well.” Bela smirked slightly at that, before holding up the case in her hands. “These documents are very old, very valuable, and very delicate. Even the slightest jarring could destroy them, and while you may not particularly care, I’m sure your boss wouldn’t appreciate that very much, would he?”

Faith and Bela stared each other down for a moment, before Faith looked away, her eyes darting to the ground, conceding what Bela apparently already knew. Bela just smirked before letting her free hand rest on her hip.

“That’s what I thought.”

“What do you want?”

“I want my money, as promised. And I want to walk out of here alive. If you can’t promise me that, then you can kiss these documents goodbye.”

Faith watched her for a moment, before her eyes looked away, again conceding what she didn’t want to say. “Deal.”

Adam and Charlie

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“You know, you really do fascinating work.”

Charlie turned around, surprised at the sound of someone else’s voice in the room. He hadn’t been expecting any visitors and he certainly wasn’t anticipating anyone he didn’t know. This man he certainly didn’t know. He was impressive to say the least, and Charlie felt that he should know him, but he didn’t. That much he was certain of.

“Thank you,” he managed to stammer at the moment. “I do quite enjoy it.”

“I’m sure you do,” the man nodded, before starting to make his way inside. “Most people I know don’t pursue something like mathematics on the academic level unless it is something they truly enjoy.”

“Very true,” Charlie nodded, before placing his chalk down and moving closer to the stranger in his office. “Are you in academia?”

“No,” he replied quickly. “No, though it is a field I always have wanted to try. I’ve always been—rather fascinated with history, to be quite honest.”

“I see,” Charlie sighed. “I’ve never been all that interested in history myself, but I hear it can be quite the fascinating field if it’s something you enjoy.”

“I do,” the man nodded. “It’s such a—human driven field. That, I believe, is what makes it so interesting.”

“I see,” Charlie nodded slowly, before looking over at him curiously. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name.”

“Oh, yes, how rude of me.” The man paused before extending his hand to him. “My name is Adam. Adam Monroe.”

Mac and Lindsey

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“Detective Taylor, I really don’t think you understand what you’re up against here.”

Mac stared the lawyer down across the room, to the couch where he was sitting. He’d never heard of Lindsey McDonald before now, and he hadn’t heard of Wolfram and Hart either, but they didn’t intimidate him. Law firms could only do so much, and when Mac had the evidence on his side, there was no way he could lose.

“I think you’re a bit out of your jurisdiction, Mr. McDonald,” Mac replied settling back into the seat more as he crossed his arms in front of him. “You’re a long way away from Los Angeles.”

“Long way away or not, a client is still a client,” Lindsey replied. “Wolfram and Hart takes care of their clients, regardless of where they are and what they do. And as much as this my disturb you to hear, Mr. Morganstern has not been charged with anything, and he never will be. You don’t have the evidence, and you never will.”

“I may not have the evidence now,” Mac replied firmly. “But I will. And when I do, your client will answer for the things he’s done.”

“Are you really so sure of that, Detective?” The lawyer was far too smug for Mac’s liking, and he really had a very strong urge to wipe the look off his face—as forcefully as he possibly could. “Well then. I can’t wait to see what this ‘evidence’ is, when you get it, and I look forward to wiping the floor with you in court.”

“You say that now,” Mac replied thinly. “But your client is going away for a very, very long time.” Mac pushed himself up and started gathering his files together, looking both of them in the eye. “Enjoy your freedom while you have it, Mr. Morganstern. You won’t be having it long.”

Lindsey just smirked, before shaking his head. “You say that now. We’ll see if you’re still saying that when it’s over.”

“You can be damn sure I will.”

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Jo Harvelle/Don Flack

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“Look, pig—”

“’ey!” Flack was about to say something to that, before there was suddenly an elbow cracking him in the nose—how one so small managed to pack that kind of a punch he didn’t know—and he was reeling back towards the bar. The tiny blond was lunging at the guy across from her again, relentless and unyielding, and Flack had to wait for the stars to clear in front of his eyes before he threw himself into the fray again. This time, he was smart enough to get the blond’s arms behind her back, before spinning her around and pinning her against the bar.

“Got a name?”

“Bite me!”

“Cute. Bite me, you’re under arrest for assault and assaulting a police officer. You have the right to remain silent—”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“—anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law—”

“He’s a demon, you moron!”

“—you have the right to an attorney.” He had just finished closing the last handcuff, before starting to pull her off the bar. “—if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be—what the hell?”

When he turned around to pull her off the bar, he spotted the black eyes on the guy next to him, and had to stumble back out of shock. That wasn’t the way his eyes had looked five minutes earlier. He could feel the blond glaring at him, and but he wasn’t sure he wanted to look away.

“Believe me now.”

“That’s a demon?”

“Good one, idiot. Uncuff me now?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Flack said, before scrambling for the keys to the handcuffs. There was no way he was going to be able to explain this one tomorrow.