Leverage fanfic: 9 drabbles, crossovers
My Bingo Card for LeverageLand's Prompt Challenge:
9 drabbles, Leverage crossovers (all 100 words each) (being updated until deadline.) I made it with time to spare! That NEVER happens!
Sleep (Private Practice)
Lying to get what she wanted? That was Sophie's specialty. She had conned businessmen, lawyers, heirs, politicians - everyone, really, but she still got nervous about conning psychiatrists.
The man sitting across from her leaned back in his chair, a single finger resting on his lips, contemplating what she was saying. "I just want to sleep, Sheldon," she said in her California accent.
"It's Dr. Wallace," he repeated and addressed her directly. "And while I know you want a prescription for these sleeping pills, I don't believe anything you have told me today."
Sophie shrugged. If this didn't work, Parker already had his prescription pad.
Grump (Psych)
Juliet had taken Shawn into LA, and when they rounded a corner Shawn broke into a giant grin. "Eliot!" he exclaimed as he bounded over to him, pulling Juliet with him.
Juliet watched the man's body language change from being threatened, to relief, to… annoyance? Shawn ignored it all, smiling wider. "Buddy! Where've you been?"
The man growled something incoherently. "Eliot's my cousin," Shawn whispered. "He's a con-artist. And a giant grump."
"I can hear you, Shawn," Eliot growled at him, before focusing on Juliet. "She's a cop?"
"And my girlfriend!"
"Dammit, Shawn!" he exclaimed, and then ran away.
Sneeze (Alias)
Tara was allergic to feathers. It wasn't something that she liked to admit; it had gotten her into trouble more than once. The worst was when she was after an artefact by some guy named Rambaldi, and she came up against another woman: dark hair, very fit, and very determined.
They circled each other in the bedroom it was being kept, the guards being dispatched with earlier. They stared at each other, assessing… and all it took was a single feather for the sneezing to start.
When she finished, the artefact was gone, and so was the woman. Damn allergies.
Doctor (Grey's Anatomy)
Eliot shuffled into the ER. He knew they would be fawning over him due to his current appearance, but he knew there was just one man that could help him out. He hugged his arm tight to his chest, his shoulder clearly dislocated, and a nasty gash oozed blood from his forehead. And those were only the injuries they could see.
"Dr. Sloan," he muttered, and a few minutes later, the man appeared, hiding a smile.
"Spencer," he said, guiding him to an empty room. "The usual?"
"Fix me up, no records, lots of cash for you." He growled.
"Excellent."
Grim (Ally McBeal)
Nate sat in a dark bar, nursing his drink. He looked around him, confused. Sure, he thought that his outlook on life was grim, but in a bar full of lawyers, he thought he would be at least a little bit among kindred spirits.
Instead, these people were WACKY.
No, this wasn't just a bar. It was a piano bar. And there singing. Amateur singing.
He knocked back the drink, nursing it no long an option. Instead, he motioned to the bartender to keep them coming.
Maybe they could run a con on these people. Just because they were annoying.
Happiness (Castle)
Richard Castle watched the people around him, barely able to contain his glee. Being in the business of watching people, he caught things normal people didn't. For example, there was the blond woman who just swiped the key pass from the congressman. She passed it off to a tall young man, who didn't quite fit in at an event like this. He saw the man calling the shots that they kept looking to.
When the brunette approached him, he couldn't stop. "Can I write about you?" Four other heads snapped in his direction.
Four. Dammit. He missed their muscle man.
Clumsy (How I Met Your Mother)
The only time that Parker felt like her body wasn't under her control was when she had to play the "flirty" role. She flailed, had her own ponytail smack her in the face, and her hands gripped whatever they could reach. Like forks.
So when the guy they needed to con was a womanizer that always wore suits, they sent in Parker. All she had to do was smile, flirt, and get his access to his company's office.
Apparently they had old intel, though. While he certainly looked, another girl held his attention.
Parker smiled. She already had his keycard.
Snow (Revenge)
They were in the Hamptons but this time it was winter. They didn't have a client, but they were investigating a mark. He was someone they had on their radar for a while.
Parker ignored all the investigations. Snow was coming down in big white fluffy flakes, and she stood under the stars, catching them on her lips and eyelashes.
Nate came out and stood beside her. "There's no job here," he said. "Someone else is already taking care of it."
Parker frowned. "I'm going to stay here until it stops snowing."
"I know," Nate said, and smiled. "Me too."
Bash (Rizzoli and Isles)
Eliot and Sophie paused outside. Their mark had just gone into a cop bar. They sighed, shrugged, and then followed him in.
Sophie gave a quick scan of the place and smiled. There was Detective Grayson, sitting at a booth with two other women, but at least one was also a cop. Still, this could work perfectly.
She slid into their booth, with Grayson giving her wide eyes. "Hi, I'm Kristy Connally," she said, noting that Grayson was suppressing a smile.
Sophie shot a bashful smile across the table, and the other cops took notice. They were like putty too.
9 drabbles, Leverage crossovers (all 100 words each) (being updated until deadline.) I made it with time to spare! That NEVER happens!
Sleep (Private Practice)
Lying to get what she wanted? That was Sophie's specialty. She had conned businessmen, lawyers, heirs, politicians - everyone, really, but she still got nervous about conning psychiatrists.
The man sitting across from her leaned back in his chair, a single finger resting on his lips, contemplating what she was saying. "I just want to sleep, Sheldon," she said in her California accent.
"It's Dr. Wallace," he repeated and addressed her directly. "And while I know you want a prescription for these sleeping pills, I don't believe anything you have told me today."
Sophie shrugged. If this didn't work, Parker already had his prescription pad.
Grump (Psych)
Juliet had taken Shawn into LA, and when they rounded a corner Shawn broke into a giant grin. "Eliot!" he exclaimed as he bounded over to him, pulling Juliet with him.
Juliet watched the man's body language change from being threatened, to relief, to… annoyance? Shawn ignored it all, smiling wider. "Buddy! Where've you been?"
The man growled something incoherently. "Eliot's my cousin," Shawn whispered. "He's a con-artist. And a giant grump."
"I can hear you, Shawn," Eliot growled at him, before focusing on Juliet. "She's a cop?"
"And my girlfriend!"
"Dammit, Shawn!" he exclaimed, and then ran away.
Sneeze (Alias)
Tara was allergic to feathers. It wasn't something that she liked to admit; it had gotten her into trouble more than once. The worst was when she was after an artefact by some guy named Rambaldi, and she came up against another woman: dark hair, very fit, and very determined.
They circled each other in the bedroom it was being kept, the guards being dispatched with earlier. They stared at each other, assessing… and all it took was a single feather for the sneezing to start.
When she finished, the artefact was gone, and so was the woman. Damn allergies.
Doctor (Grey's Anatomy)
Eliot shuffled into the ER. He knew they would be fawning over him due to his current appearance, but he knew there was just one man that could help him out. He hugged his arm tight to his chest, his shoulder clearly dislocated, and a nasty gash oozed blood from his forehead. And those were only the injuries they could see.
"Dr. Sloan," he muttered, and a few minutes later, the man appeared, hiding a smile.
"Spencer," he said, guiding him to an empty room. "The usual?"
"Fix me up, no records, lots of cash for you." He growled.
"Excellent."
Grim (Ally McBeal)
Nate sat in a dark bar, nursing his drink. He looked around him, confused. Sure, he thought that his outlook on life was grim, but in a bar full of lawyers, he thought he would be at least a little bit among kindred spirits.
Instead, these people were WACKY.
No, this wasn't just a bar. It was a piano bar. And there singing. Amateur singing.
He knocked back the drink, nursing it no long an option. Instead, he motioned to the bartender to keep them coming.
Maybe they could run a con on these people. Just because they were annoying.
Happiness (Castle)
Richard Castle watched the people around him, barely able to contain his glee. Being in the business of watching people, he caught things normal people didn't. For example, there was the blond woman who just swiped the key pass from the congressman. She passed it off to a tall young man, who didn't quite fit in at an event like this. He saw the man calling the shots that they kept looking to.
When the brunette approached him, he couldn't stop. "Can I write about you?" Four other heads snapped in his direction.
Four. Dammit. He missed their muscle man.
Clumsy (How I Met Your Mother)
The only time that Parker felt like her body wasn't under her control was when she had to play the "flirty" role. She flailed, had her own ponytail smack her in the face, and her hands gripped whatever they could reach. Like forks.
So when the guy they needed to con was a womanizer that always wore suits, they sent in Parker. All she had to do was smile, flirt, and get his access to his company's office.
Apparently they had old intel, though. While he certainly looked, another girl held his attention.
Parker smiled. She already had his keycard.
Snow (Revenge)
They were in the Hamptons but this time it was winter. They didn't have a client, but they were investigating a mark. He was someone they had on their radar for a while.
Parker ignored all the investigations. Snow was coming down in big white fluffy flakes, and she stood under the stars, catching them on her lips and eyelashes.
Nate came out and stood beside her. "There's no job here," he said. "Someone else is already taking care of it."
Parker frowned. "I'm going to stay here until it stops snowing."
"I know," Nate said, and smiled. "Me too."
Bash (Rizzoli and Isles)
Eliot and Sophie paused outside. Their mark had just gone into a cop bar. They sighed, shrugged, and then followed him in.
Sophie gave a quick scan of the place and smiled. There was Detective Grayson, sitting at a booth with two other women, but at least one was also a cop. Still, this could work perfectly.
She slid into their booth, with Grayson giving her wide eyes. "Hi, I'm Kristy Connally," she said, noting that Grayson was suppressing a smile.
Sophie shot a bashful smile across the table, and the other cops took notice. They were like putty too.