The Chicago Caper
Title: The Chicago Caper
Authors: jessofthebugs and sail_aweigh
Rating: Adult, 17+
Warnings: Sex, violence, drug use, fedoras
Disclaimer: Not ours, we're just dressing them up in cute trench coats and fedoras for a while.
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu, Spock/Uhura
A/N: This fic is stored at sail_aweigh's journal and her notes are as follows:
So this started as a round robin in reply to a request for "Noir AU" on the st_respect battle post for the latest prompt. Only two of us took up the gauntlet, myself (sail_aweigh) and the lovely jessofthebugs. We started writing this on March 17th and finished it up the morning of the 22nd. A little over 11,000 words in just 6 days between the two of us. Kind of amazing, when you think about it. Especially since we didn't contact each other in any way between switching off, just took what the person before wrote and then ran with it. There were more than a few continuity errors that had to be either stitched together or patched over, but it all holds together pretty damn well, if you ask me. I think you'll enjoy it. Hold onto your hats; we're headed to the Windy City for thugs, thieves and terror.
Summary: Private Detective Leonard McCoy didn't think taking a missing person job for a foxy lady was going to lead to such adventure and even true love.
~fake cut is fake~
(Leonard H. McCoy had been a doctor, not a goddamned private investigator, but times had been hard and when the ex-wife took everything, including their young daughter, he'd become little more than a shell of a man and this was all there was left for him to do in this messed-up world.)
Authors: jessofthebugs and sail_aweigh
Rating: Adult, 17+
Warnings: Sex, violence, drug use, fedoras
Disclaimer: Not ours, we're just dressing them up in cute trench coats and fedoras for a while.
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu, Spock/Uhura
A/N: This fic is stored at sail_aweigh's journal and her notes are as follows:
So this started as a round robin in reply to a request for "Noir AU" on the st_respect battle post for the latest prompt. Only two of us took up the gauntlet, myself (sail_aweigh) and the lovely jessofthebugs. We started writing this on March 17th and finished it up the morning of the 22nd. A little over 11,000 words in just 6 days between the two of us. Kind of amazing, when you think about it. Especially since we didn't contact each other in any way between switching off, just took what the person before wrote and then ran with it. There were more than a few continuity errors that had to be either stitched together or patched over, but it all holds together pretty damn well, if you ask me. I think you'll enjoy it. Hold onto your hats; we're headed to the Windy City for thugs, thieves and terror.
Summary: Private Detective Leonard McCoy didn't think taking a missing person job for a foxy lady was going to lead to such adventure and even true love.
~fake cut is fake~
(Leonard H. McCoy had been a doctor, not a goddamned private investigator, but times had been hard and when the ex-wife took everything, including their young daughter, he'd become little more than a shell of a man and this was all there was left for him to do in this messed-up world.)