Let's Be Bad Guys - A Generation Kill AU in 15 minutes or 532 words.
Generation Kill
Brad/Nate
AU
PG
Let's Be Bad Guys
Detective Nate Fick's been chasing after Brad Colbert for more than six months now, ever since the plans for Intel's top secret new micro-processing chip went missing from their offices.
There's no proof that Colbert was involved in the heist, but Nate's no fool, and he knows all about Brad Colbert's ability to do a job without a trace. In fact, Nate knows Colbert's abilities better than anybody else in the precinct.
He knows that Colbert has very few weaknesses.
Brad Colbert is one of the top new media thieves in the nation, and while Alec Hardison would be Nate's first guess if the plans had just been duplicated from the private server, the fact that the written plans are physically missing from the offices leaves Nate with only one suspect.
Nate's not obsessed with Colbert, no matter what his partner Mike Wynn says.
It doesn't matter that Nate's got a copy of Colbert's jacket at his apartment, or that he has bits of unsolved computer cases taped up to his wall with a grainy year-old shot of Colbert right in the middle of them.
Nate knows Colbert's guilty even if there's no proof, because there is no better thief than Brad Colbert. He could probably steal Nate's shoes with Nate still in them. So, it should be no surprise that when Nate gets home after a too long shift with too many unhelpful witnesses, he's got a guest sitting at his kitchen table and eating his leftover Chinese food.
Brad just raises an eyebrow, slurping down the last of Nate's Lo Mein and then licking his lips. "You left me the combination lo mein and a spring roll. Should I blow you now, or do you want to play cops and robbers first?"
Nate crosses his arms. "You're making me look bad," he says. "The captain is starting to think I can't do my job."
Brad balls up his napkin, tosses it on the table, and stands up, stretching out his 6'4 frame. He's wearing one of Nate's tee shirts, and of course, it's too small for him. "I know you can do your job." Brad's grin is sharp.
"Evidence is starting to say otherwise."
"Aw," Brad teases. "Is Nate mad? If it helps, I'll even let you handcuff me to the bed because I've been bad."
Nate raises an eyebrow as Brad strides across the room to stand before him. "How many times have I told you about stealing in my part of town? There are 49 other states for you commit crime!"
Brad shrugs. "I like it here."
Nate is not amused. "Are you feeling neglected, is that it?"
Brad licks his lips, and Nate's pulse quickens. "If I say yes, then can we fuck?"
Nate sucks in his cheeks. "Everybody else has a regular boyfriend, why did I have to choose the criminal?"
Brad's fingers tangle in Nate's belt loops, pulling him forward. "I asked you to join my life of crime," Brad says. "The hours and pay are better than anything the city is offering you. Plus, I give time off for good head. You should think about it."
Nate just rolls his eyes, but Brad's eyes narrow as though he knows something that Nate doesn't. Or just won't say.
They both know Nate's thought about it before, he just hates admitting defeat.
ETA: Now with art by trolleys
Brad/Nate
AU
PG
Let's Be Bad Guys
Detective Nate Fick's been chasing after Brad Colbert for more than six months now, ever since the plans for Intel's top secret new micro-processing chip went missing from their offices.
There's no proof that Colbert was involved in the heist, but Nate's no fool, and he knows all about Brad Colbert's ability to do a job without a trace. In fact, Nate knows Colbert's abilities better than anybody else in the precinct.
He knows that Colbert has very few weaknesses.
Brad Colbert is one of the top new media thieves in the nation, and while Alec Hardison would be Nate's first guess if the plans had just been duplicated from the private server, the fact that the written plans are physically missing from the offices leaves Nate with only one suspect.
Nate's not obsessed with Colbert, no matter what his partner Mike Wynn says.
It doesn't matter that Nate's got a copy of Colbert's jacket at his apartment, or that he has bits of unsolved computer cases taped up to his wall with a grainy year-old shot of Colbert right in the middle of them.
Nate knows Colbert's guilty even if there's no proof, because there is no better thief than Brad Colbert. He could probably steal Nate's shoes with Nate still in them. So, it should be no surprise that when Nate gets home after a too long shift with too many unhelpful witnesses, he's got a guest sitting at his kitchen table and eating his leftover Chinese food.
Brad just raises an eyebrow, slurping down the last of Nate's Lo Mein and then licking his lips. "You left me the combination lo mein and a spring roll. Should I blow you now, or do you want to play cops and robbers first?"
Nate crosses his arms. "You're making me look bad," he says. "The captain is starting to think I can't do my job."
Brad balls up his napkin, tosses it on the table, and stands up, stretching out his 6'4 frame. He's wearing one of Nate's tee shirts, and of course, it's too small for him. "I know you can do your job." Brad's grin is sharp.
"Evidence is starting to say otherwise."
"Aw," Brad teases. "Is Nate mad? If it helps, I'll even let you handcuff me to the bed because I've been bad."
Nate raises an eyebrow as Brad strides across the room to stand before him. "How many times have I told you about stealing in my part of town? There are 49 other states for you commit crime!"
Brad shrugs. "I like it here."
Nate is not amused. "Are you feeling neglected, is that it?"
Brad licks his lips, and Nate's pulse quickens. "If I say yes, then can we fuck?"
Nate sucks in his cheeks. "Everybody else has a regular boyfriend, why did I have to choose the criminal?"
Brad's fingers tangle in Nate's belt loops, pulling him forward. "I asked you to join my life of crime," Brad says. "The hours and pay are better than anything the city is offering you. Plus, I give time off for good head. You should think about it."
Nate just rolls his eyes, but Brad's eyes narrow as though he knows something that Nate doesn't. Or just won't say.
They both know Nate's thought about it before, he just hates admitting defeat.
ETA: Now with art by trolleys