um.... this came out in a moment of insanity. For
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oh, posted the next part of Staring at the Sun, a Miami Vice fic, over at
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sorry that I'm flooding the flist this weekend. I've been stuck home feeling like crap, but in that annoyingly subtle way that's not quite full blown flu. Just enough that I don't feel much like moving from the couch, but not so bad that I'm not bored. Anyhow.

As fate would have it, I've completed the next installment of my own languishing Miami ( Read more... )

Several chapters were only posted over atvice_fic :

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 16

Just posted the next part of Staring at the Sun over at
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Ha Ha, I've finally decided on a semi-tentative title for this story!  It was directly inspired by this part. It's a rather obvious choice, if you read you'll see why. Not terribly original, since I tend to take most of my titles from either TS Eliot or U2. U2 it is.

Sometimes the characters do whatever the hell they want.  That seems to happen more ( Read more... )

especially for
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I really need to think of a title. I usually don't have such a hard time with titles.

Part 8: Trace

"What do we know?"

Gina shivered at the lieutenant's low growl.  Around the table the other members of the squad fidgeted, tense and strained under the glare of the fluorescents.  Zito wiped his forehead with the back of one hand, leaving a grey smudge ( Read more... )

Part 7: Crash

He was tired, his head and wrists were killing him, his torn earlobe was on fire, he was trembling from
the chill and the indignity of being dumped naked and blind in some basement
cell somewhere, and the thing that got to Rico most was that he didn't know
what time it was. They'd been left alone for what felt like hours, but he
had no way ( Read more... )