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Date: 2012-03-31 09:28 pm (UTC)Fill: The Love of the Heist, PG
Date: 2012-04-02 12:50 am (UTC)Mike's kept Neal's notice for six months running when the opportunity arises for Neal to royally screw everything up.
Neal really doesn't want to do that, but the suaree Mike's invitation will get them into will bring Neal closer to a rare, privately-owned Matisse than any self-respecting art thief can come without practicing his brushstrokes. Neal considers and then reconsiders and then re-reconsiders the wisdom of even attending the cocktail, but his love of the heist prevails. By the time he and Mike are mingling amongst Mike's co-workers in their tuxes - Mike looking good enough to be the subject of an art master himself - Neal has a fully realized plan as to how to nab the Matisse without anyone being able to connect the theft to him or Mike.
Neal is accountably nervous. His plans never fail, but if this one proves the exception to the rule, Neal will have ruined the most satisfying relationship he's had to date.
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Date: 2012-03-31 10:10 pm (UTC)Torchwood fill
Date: 2012-04-03 03:47 am (UTC)“What’s she on about this time?” Owen questioned, spinning in his chair. He tossed something to Tosh, who caught it with both hands, then began turning it over.
“The police are having trouble locating a serial killer,” Tosh said distractedly, attention caught by the object. “She wants… where did you get this?”
“She wants to use Torchwood resources to apprehend him,” Ianto finished.
“I dunno, it’s been on my desk for a few weeks. But if we help them once they’ll start expecting it and we’ll never get anything done,” Owen multi-tasked.
“It could have been dangerous!”
“That’s a good point,” Ianto agreed, “and it would probably convince her faster than ‘it’s not our problem.’”
Owen rolled his eyes. “Is that what Jack said? God, and we wonder why she’s in a snit every other week.”
“More like every few days,” Tosh muttered.
At that moment Jack’s office opened and Gwen stormed out. The three in the Medical bay went unnoticed as she grabbed her purse and left the Hub, Jack glaring at her back. Once the cog door had closed behind her, he glanced suspiciously into the Med bay. “What are you doing down there? Not plotting anything, I hope.”
“Just looking at this,” Tosh said, holding up Owen’s object after a momentary hesitation and look-throwing among the group. “Owen left it on his desk, unidentified.”
Jack glared at the medic. “It’s not dangerous, is it?”
“I don’t think so,” Tosh answered dutifully.
Jack gave them all a last look and went back into his office, closing the door behind him.
“Thanks for stabbing me in the back!” Owen protested as soon as their leader was out of earshot. “This place is becoming a regular soap opera!”
“Back-stabbing, a prevalence of easily avoidable arguments, love triangles, lots of violence,” Tosh mused aloud.
“At least none of us are related,” Owen said, eyebrows raised.
Ianto coughed quietly and looked away.
“What?” the medic asked, eyes widening. Ianto started climbing the stairs out of the Med bay. “Ianto? Ianto!”
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Date: 2012-04-01 12:51 am (UTC)NCIS fill
Date: 2012-04-03 03:51 am (UTC)He stretched out in his chair, back cracking from a long day’s hard sitting around and let out an atrophied yawn. He watched the shadows on the ceiling, dim emergency lights softening the hard edges of this fast-paced and vital place, but blurring depth and detail as well.
He never wondered what difference they made. Tony knew that every criminal they brought in, every terrorist they apprehended, hell, every AWOL sailor, was ensuring that justice was upheld, or at least that more people were safe and happy and asleep in their beds this late at night.
He did sometimes wonder if he’d have more peace of mind if he were one of the people who could sleep happy and safe at night.
The elevator dinged and Abby stuck her head out, pigtails bobbing. “Tony, are you coming or what?” Her excitement spilled into the large room more rudely than the light from the elevator.
Tony grinned, but like the squad room, it was gentled, lacking the enthusiastic edge of the daytime. “I’ll be right there, Abs.”
She withdrew. Tony stood up, grabbed his keys, gun, wallet, threw a few pens and Post-Its in his drawers and headed for the stairs, leaving the soft shadows behind for a night out with the team.
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Date: 2012-04-01 12:53 am (UTC)When Anakin was taken away to be a Jedi, his mother was glad for another reason other than he was leaving a life of slavery, because that way there would be no chance of him being chosen as tribute and participating in the Hunger Games. What no one expected though was a mission that would take most of the council, Obi, Anakin, and a few other Jedi to Tatooine....just in time for the Reaping. As a citizen of Tatooine Anakin is still eligible, and is chosen as tribute.