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unfitforsociety) wrote2011-01-26 04:54 pm
unfitforsociety) wrote2011-01-26 04:54 pm
and i will buy you a bottle of wine
Crossovers
Psych/White Collar
Fibbie Chic by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lemmealone
Adorable Psych/White Collar crossover. Gus and Shawn come to New York in pursuit of Pierre Desperaux, and naturally, Peter and Neal get involved. Hee!
"Hi Juliet!"
The female detective who smiled at him was tiny and blonde and Neal had absolutely no doubt that she could take them all down with one hand tied behind her back.
"Hi Juliet," he echoed.
"Hello Mister Caffrey," she said demurely.
*
Castle/Fringe
If You Can't Stand the Heat byscurvyknavery
"You're staring at Agent Dunham," he says, slowly, enunciating too carefully.
"I'm not."
"Are too," he says, singsonging like they're on the playground together.
She swats him in the arm, more gently than she'd like to. "Quit it, Castle. I'm not staring. I just want to know why they're so interested in this case."
He arches his eyebrow and tents his fingertips under his chin. It looks ridiculous; he's clearly going for some kind of theatrical detective vibe. "You're totally staring," he says, putting on an accent that he probably thinks is British. "But why? Jealous of their cool FBI skills? Concerned that the murderer might be an undiscovered form of extraterrestrial life? Evil genius?"
She stares at him, nonplussed. He gets the point. "If I didn't know better," he mutters, moving out of Beckett's personal space. "I'd say you had a crush. Beckett and Dunham, being hot and awesome together. Yes, please.
~*~
Psych/White Collar
Fibbie Chic by
lemmealoneAdorable Psych/White Collar crossover. Gus and Shawn come to New York in pursuit of Pierre Desperaux, and naturally, Peter and Neal get involved. Hee!
"Hi Juliet!"
The female detective who smiled at him was tiny and blonde and Neal had absolutely no doubt that she could take them all down with one hand tied behind her back.
"Hi Juliet," he echoed.
"Hello Mister Caffrey," she said demurely.
*
Castle/Fringe
If You Can't Stand the Heat by
scurvyknavery"You're staring at Agent Dunham," he says, slowly, enunciating too carefully.
"I'm not."
"Are too," he says, singsonging like they're on the playground together.
She swats him in the arm, more gently than she'd like to. "Quit it, Castle. I'm not staring. I just want to know why they're so interested in this case."
He arches his eyebrow and tents his fingertips under his chin. It looks ridiculous; he's clearly going for some kind of theatrical detective vibe. "You're totally staring," he says, putting on an accent that he probably thinks is British. "But why? Jealous of their cool FBI skills? Concerned that the murderer might be an undiscovered form of extraterrestrial life? Evil genius?"
She stares at him, nonplussed. He gets the point. "If I didn't know better," he mutters, moving out of Beckett's personal space. "I'd say you had a crush. Beckett and Dunham, being hot and awesome together. Yes, please.
~*~