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Supernatural!

Dean (or Sam) has a spell of some kind is cast on them and he is taken back to an earlier age (how young is up to you) in every way, including appearance. Hijinks ensue.

Sam is furious.

Dean is trying not to laugh.

It's hard, though, when Sam's looking up at him with six year-old eyes that were cute the first time around and just plain annoying to a 27 year-old trying to get a job done. "Sam, will you just hold still?"

"You're hurtin' me, Dean," Sam whines, trying to twist out of Dean's grip.

"Yeah, well, you're the one who went and got yourself all young again, so you can hold still while I try to get this splinter out of your finger, alright?"

Sam pouts, puffing out his cheeks and closing his eyes so he doesn't have to watch the tweezers in Dean's hand. "I'm tellin' Dad," Sam murmurs and Dean sighs, his heart twisting in his chest. Memory totally wiped, too, he thinks, pulling the tiny piece of wood from Sam's finger before letting him loose again.

Sam scuttles away, flopping down into a chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "One day you're gonna 'splain to me how you got so big alla sudden, Dean."

"Yeah, Sammy," Dean rolls his eyes, tossing the tweezers back in his bag. "One day I will."

awwwww!

I second the Awww...very cute. I love mini!Sammy.

LOL That was fun!
mini!Sammy is adorable. I should write wee!boys more often :D

This was great. I'd love to see this one expanded.

Wow, thanks! <3 I got a great prompt!
I just may do that (as soon as I'm through with the 8 fic challenges I've got going at the moment! :D )

NCIS!

Hmmm...how Lee and Palmer get outted about their--relationship.

Ducky walked back into the morgue after lunch. For once, there were no ongoing autopsies, and the dead rested peacefully in their silver tombs.

It was the unexpected sparkle that caught his eye. Lying on the closest table was a lady's earring. Snapping on a glove, he picked it up, looking at it from all angles. It was a simple blue stone in a silver setting, very classy. But where had it come from? None of the dead had earrings at all, let alone an earring like this. But at the same time, it was quite familiar. He placed the earring in an evidence bag, tucking it safely inside his desk.

A few hours later, the morgue doors opened, and in rushed Agent Lee. Ducky didn't notice her at first, and after making sure he wasn't paying attention, she cornered Jimmy at the sink.

"I can't find it.." She hissed under her breath.

"Find what?" The confusion was obvious in Jimmy's voice.

"My earring. It's gone."

Jimmy went pale. "Gone??" His voice was a hoarse whisper. "Where did you lose it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Where do you think??

So engrossed in their conversation were they that they failed to notice Ducky walk up to them, evidence bag in hand.

"I presume that this is yours then, Miss Lee."

Now it was her turn to look pale. "Y-Yes, it is. It must have fallen out when I brought the paperwork for the Evans case."

Ducky smiled knowingly. "I'm sure it did, my dear. However, in the future it would benefit you both if you were to make sure you didn't leave things behind. I'm sure you understand." He handed her the bag with her earring in it, which she promptly stuffed in her pocket.

"Thanks, Duc--Dr. Mallard." She was blushing strongly now, and the tips of Palmer's ears had turned pink.

"You can call me Ducky, dear. Everyone else does."

"Thanks, Ducky. I-I'd better get back." Agent Lee hurried out of Autopsy to put her earring back in before anybody noticed.

"Um...Dr. Mallard?"

"Yes, Mr. Palmer?"

"You're not going to tell Gibbs about this, are you?"

"Now why would I do that?"

There was an awkward pause before Jimmy replied. "You guys are really good friends."

Ducky chuckled. "Why Mr. Palmer, just because Gibbs and I are friends does not mean I tell him everything. However, I would recommend for your sake that he does not find out."

Jimmy gulped audibly. "Yes, Doctor."

Hee! This was cute. Thanks!

Glad you liked it..it was fun to write!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ♥!

Alright... SPN? ^_^

Thankies.

As for a prompt---

Dean tries to charm his way out of police custody by flirting with the female police officer.

Alright, here's what I got. Hopefully you'll like, belated birthday girl! ^_^ This was also fun to write, I'll admit.

FIC.

He never thought he would land himself in this position. He had planned on just going into a building to snatch an amulet which held an angry spirit—according to Sammy—only to discover it was a trap. What had felt like hundreds of police officers had surrounded him, and his brother had dropped off the map. He was alone.

Damn you, Sammy.

Escorted by three officers to the courtroom in a tiny van that allowed for no movement whatsoever, he knew he was in deep trouble. To put it mildly, he was surprised they were putting him in a courtroom to be tried so early, forty-eight hours after he was arrested during a trap laid by the police. But there might be a chance, a way to get out; one of the officers was female.

Work your charm, Dean. It’s always worked for you.

Before he could start swooning the woman who he thought would have melted at the sight of his dazzling smile, he was met with a fist to the jaw.

“Don’t even think about it, mister.”

He looked at her with pained eyes, wondering how she expected it, and how the male officer in the “escort” van with them rolled his eyes so easily; almost as if he had expected it.

Dean immediately relaxed; knowing by the aggressive stance she was in it wouldn’t be a good idea to mess with her.

“So, what happened?” he asked, attempting to make some conversation. It would be quite a ride to the courtroom, anyways. It had to be in St. Louis, and they were two states away. They would make it in time, though. He hoped Sam was waiting for him, reinforcements at the ready to keep him from heading out of the frying pan and into the fire.

“Boyfriend was dating another guy.” She sighed heavily, as the remaining two in the cramped place winced.

“Harsh,” Dean spoke with a hint of anger in his voice, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow softly, “How did you find out?”

“Walked in on them,” Dean sighed with sympathy, patting her hands in a kind gesture. It was difficult with the chains and the cuffs on his wrists which were causing a thick rash that he knew he might have to get used to, but hoped he wouldn’t. The rest of the ride’s silence was welcomed.

***

Dean Winchester, complete with a new bruise to the jaw, escaped using unexplainable means. Presumably it was a staged rescue during the stop at a gas station they’d only made so he could use the facilities. He hadn’t been seen or heard about since.

It was not a coincidence that five days after the disappearance of Winchester, a certain ex-boyfriend of an officer on the staff was found hanging from his underwear on a tree, with a small signature. The ex-boyfriend looked agitated from his position, but the remaining police officers had chuckled at the scene. They had gotten him down, and repeatedly claimed they had no idea who would have committed such a crime. As far as the local police that escorted him knew, the case was solved, but the “victim” had no idea that he had gotten his payback from one of the country’s most wanted men, Dean Winchester.

A clue as to who might have attacked the “victim” was hidden and buried in Officer Reilly’s desk, locked up by a key that she kept on her person at all times. It was kept a secret.

Hope this makes up for it, S and D.

And as far as she knew, she had only told two people, her best friend, Teddy Ryerson and Dean Winchester himself. Ryerson’s alibi was a wedding, which multiple people confirmed. A neighbor had spotted a man entering her ex-boyfriend’s place who had been around Winchester’s height and frame.

Thanks, Winchester. Maybe you aren’t as bad as people say.

Hee! Aww, this was cute. Thank you.

Um...I'm stumped as to specifics. You know what I write, ask me for a thing or two.

Huh. Umm--

OK--I don't know how well Cuddy talks to you but, I figured since it's just a snipet:

Cuddy and Stella in a bar, complaining about the men they work with.

"All right," Stella said, eyeing the woman next to her. "So far, in the course of this conversation, we've figured out we're among the sanest people in our respective workplaces. Though I think the men I work with are just easier to work with."

"I don't think any of the men you work with consider themselves geniuses," Cuddy said, taking a drink. "And the worst part is, House is a genius. Which makes him an insufferable ass."

Stella nodded. "We have one ego in our group, and Danny's toned downed considerably. Though there's still times he has this smirk on his face and I just want to shake it away."

"Chase is the same way, except it's less of a smirk and more...bedroom eyes," Cuddy said. "And then there's the accent."

"I work with a guy from Staten Island and a guy from Yonkers with thick accents. Half the time it's appealing and half the time it's grating."

"There's times I consider asking Chase to just talk about nothing for a while just to hear him talk. But then he can get so smug."

Stella made a face. "Sumgness. A most undesireable qulity in any guy."

"Work with doctors some day...they're all smug. Even nice guys like Wilson. He has his moments where I just want to shake some sense into him."

"But I'm betting nothing tops House."

"If it wasn't for the fact that I like having a working liver he would have turned me into an alcoholic years ago."

"I think Mac would have started giving me gray hairs if he hadn't found himself a girlfriend. The man had no life. I kept worrying that one day he was going to run himself into the ground and I was going to inherit the labs."

"I wish House had a life. Right now, his sole reasons for existing are for proving me wrong and driving me crazy." Cuddy finished her drink and Stella signaled the bartender for another one. "What's that for?"

"I'm in awe of you. I think I'd have killed House within a week. You are my new role model, Lisa."

Cuddy grinned. "At least I'm somebody's..."

Hee! Yay, this was fun to read. Thank you.

If you want any more, let me know. I need to kickstart my muse into working again.

Anything specific you're looking for prompting with?

Mostly CSIverse. Preferably more Miami or NY.

Hmmm...

Calleigh and Eric's first meeting.
Danny and Flack --> Worst suspect they've ever had to deal with.
Hawkes and Hammerback --> Hawkes' first day.

I'll come up with more later.

Happy Birthday!

Conviction, Numb3rs, CSI:NY

Colby/Christina --> Last Night in LA(NY).

or

Brian/Lindsay --> he tries to win her over with his charm.

I will write!

Hmm...

Munch's first perp.

Happy Belated Birthday!

Hmmm...House or Supernatural. Though I think I'm better with Supernatural.

Hmm...

The most infuriating thing Dean ever did to Sam.

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