Various - Pieces of You
Fandom: Various
Title: Pieces of You
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: IT’S A SURPRISE.
Content Warning: I may have had a little too much crack with my cereal this morning. Other than that, nada.
Summary: There’s a pattern. See if you can catch it. (It’s not that hard.)
Author’s Note: Happy birthday, defy_n_gravity! Despite them all being included in one fic, NONE of these drabbles are related to the other. This is mostly just me being too lazy to separate them all with different headers and come up with different titles.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. None of it. Just the words on the page, and it’s just a product of my feverish brain effected by the heat, and … really, you don’t want to sue me over this.
i.
“I can’t believe you got me to do this.”
“Hey. What did I say about moving?”
Pagie flashed him a look from her position on the bed, one hand coming up to brace her head through her dark curls. “I never said I would be your subject, Caffrey.”
“Of course you didn’t. You were unconscious at the time,” he smirked. He was still shirtless, sitting on a stool in front of the easel at the foot of the bed, occasionally glancing back to her as he pushed the charcoal over the paper. “First rule of sketching is that if the subject isn’t able to be aware that you’re drawing them, you don’t have to tell them.”
“Oh really?”
“Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a boy scout.”
“Hold on now,” he said, holding up a charcoal covered finger. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
She raised an eyebrow, and he raised one back, before turning back to the drawing. He expected her to press, to push him on that statement, but she didn’t. She just leaned back, her hair sprawling back against the pillow to let him finish. A few minutes later, he leaned back from the easel and grinned.
“Done.”
She gathered the sheet in one hand, pulling herself up off the bed and making her way over to have a look. He waited until she was leaning over his shoulder before turning and speaking.
“I got up before you did, and I guess I got inspired.”
He watched the small smile that crossed her face. It wasn’t much, really, but it was enough, and it was genuine. That’s all he wanted. “I like it,” she said with a nod. “But no one else is ever going to see it.”
“Fine,” he laughed. “It will stay in my apartment forever.”
“Good,” she sighed, before leaning in to kiss him softly. “I gotta go.”
“Be safe,” he murmured, before watching as she disappeared in a swirl of pretty lights.
ii.
“Uh, Peter? I think we’ve been rescued.”
Neal watched as Peter turned around and met the eyes of the woman standing behind them, holding the detonator in her hand. Peter started to move his hands up slowly before glancing back at Neal with a look. “And what makes you think this is a rescue, exactly? The woman is holding C4.”
“Because the woman is an old friend. Her holding C4 is a good thing.” Peter looked skeptical, but Neal just flashed him a smile before making his way a little bit closer. “Hey, Fiona.”
“Neal,” she said, but the look on her face wasn’t exactly one of a person happy to see him. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you.”
Yes, Neal was aware that he should have seen that one coming. He always tended to fail to see that one coming when it comes to Fiona. Peter, however, seemed amused, and crossed his arms in front of her chest. “That does sound like an old friend of yours. Should I know why she wants to shoot you?”
“No, probably not,” Neal admitted, before turning back to Fiona. “Especially considering I don’t even know.”
“I’ll ask you this,” Fiona replied, taking a few steps forward with the detonator still in her hand. “You seem to know him well. Is there ever a reason not to shoot Neal?”
“Aside from the fact that shooting someone would land you in jail, you mean?”
Fiona’s head tipped to the side and she raised an eyebrow. “You really haven’t known him long, have you?”
“Fiona, this is Special Agent Peter Burke,” Neal sighed. “Peter-meet Fiona Glenanne.”
Peter raised an eyebrow right back at her. “The Fiona Glenanne.”
“The one and only.”
“Now the shooting comment starts to make sense.”
“Special Agent,” Fiona gave them both a look. “You’re friends with the FBI now.”
“I’m working for the FBI now.”
There was a long pause. A very long pause. A pause where the smug look on Neal’s face faltered just slightly. Waiting for a reaction from Fiona was like waiting for a bomb to go off-you didn’t want it to, and yet there was a part of you that just wanted to see it all at the same time.
Fiona was eying Peter carefully, before glancing back towards the corridor she had come from. “That might work for us,” she replied, looking back over at Peter. “Tell me, Special Agent Burke-how do you feel about being bait?”
Peter was quiet for a moment, before leaning towards Neal. “Why don’t I like the sound of that?”
“I don’t think I sane man would.”
iii.
“Fiona.”
“Eliot.”
She smirked at him over the gun she was aiming at him, and he had a feeling he should probably be worried. He would be, if he didn’t trust his gut and his gut was telling him that she probably wasn’t going to shoot him. Probably.
“Friend of yours, Eliot?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he muttered back to the voice in his ear, but keeping his eyes on Fiona the entire time. You don’t take your eyes off a woman like Fiona Glenanne. That’s how people wind up shot-or worse, but Eliot was personally acquainted with the former. And given that Fiona was currently holding a gun on him, he was inclined to follow his instincts and not let her out of his sight.
“I should have known you were part of all this,” she said with a smirk. “It seems like just the kind of mess you would get yourself into.”
“It really isn’t what you think, Fi,” he said slowly. “I’m one of the good guys now.”
“Yeah. I’ll believe that one when I see it,” she said with a snort. “Over to the wall. I’m not about to let you screw this up for us.”
Eliot did as he was told, making his way over to the wall with his hands still up in the air. “I’m not workin’ for him anymore.”
“Is that what you tell all the girls before Moreau shows up to tear their lives apart?” she sneered, and Eliot felt that one in his gut. He tipped his head to the side as she started to search him, and he met her eyes with a sigh.
“What do I gotta do to prove to you I’m not that guy anymore?”
Fiona met his eyes for a moment, before pulling back after she finished checking him for weapons. “Never have been that man in the first place.”
iv.
“You can’t just disappear like this, Parker.”
It took him a minute to spot her. It takes all of a second before a blond head appears upside down from one of the air vents and flashed him a grin. “Disappear like what?” In the vents. Of course she was in the vents.
He glared at her, and she rolled her eyes, before shifting her grip and dropping to the ground in front of him. As much as Parker got on his nerves sometimes, he couldn’t help but admire the way she moved. There was an effortless grace to it that came with practice, but still there was something about it that was essentially Parker-she was awkward everywhere else, but this was the one area where she moved with such agility, that occasionally Eliot wondered if she bottled it up from everywhere else in order to use it there.
If that was the case, it worked for her.
“Okay,” she said as she righted herself in front of him, inches from his face. “Where’s the mark?”
“Next building over,” he said, not backing away from her, just keeping that distance between them. “We have about five minutes.”
“Perfect,” she grinned, before bouncing along the hallway to the door where the information they needed was located. He rolled his eyes again as he followed her, keeping watch in the hallway for any sign of trouble. Two minutes later, on the dot, she reappeared in the doorway, holding up the disk drive Hardison had given them and tipping it with a grin. “Got it. Let’s go!”
They took off jogging down the hallway, and when they reached the elevator shaft at the end, she pushed herself up towards the vent above it.
“Give me a boost and I’ll pull you up.”
“I’m not going in that thing, Parker … ”
v.
“You should come with us on this job.”
Bela shifted so that she was lying on her side next to Parker, tucking her hand under her hair. “With the team? I don’t quite think that’s the place for me, Parker.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s your team, not mine.” There’s a look that crossed Parker’s face, something between rejection and confusion, and Bela frowns, before pushing forward to press her hand against Parker’s cheek. “It’s not you, darling. I just think that some things should be separate.”
“But-I don’t get it,” she frowned, curling in closer to her, despite the confusion. “Do you not like them?”
“No, of course I do,” she sighed softly. “It’s just-I don’t think I belong there.”
There was something about the concept that Parker was still having trouble with. “Yes, you do,” she sighed, staying close. “They’re my family. And you’re part of my family now.”
There’s a moment as she paused and processed that, it meaning more to her than she was really willing to say. Parker didn’t let family in easily, and neither did Bela for that matter, but the fact that Parker now considered her family meant that there might be more to this than she had expected. She shifted, pressing a kiss to her forehead softly, before rubbing her back.
“You’re part of mine too. But family doesn’t have to do everything together all the time, you know.”
“They don’t?”
“No,” she sighed. “Otherwise, how else would you miss me?”
Parker took that, considering it for a moment, before tightening her arms around her. “Will you miss me?” The question was timid and unsure, almost as though she didn’t want to know the answer, and Bela just smiled, tipping her chin up to look at her.
“Every minute,” she said softly. “I promise.”
Parker beamed up at her, before leaning in to kiss her gently. “Good.”
vi.
Bela was not impressed.
She knew that Michael knew it too. It was all in her body language, and he was just watching her, waiting for her to respond to this proposed plan of his, but she knew that he could already tell the answer. It was written all over her face.
“No.”
“Please, Bela. You’re the only one of us who hasn’t been made yet.”
“I am not going to encourage bad behavior,” she said with a look as she turned to walk away. “Besides, he’s disgusting. Fiona stabbed him with a bloody fork.”
“I’m painfully aware of that, but that doesn’t mean we don’t still need to finish the job.” He was right on her heels, reaching for her arm to turn her back around to face him again, keeping her close. “Our client needs him to back off, and he’s not going to do that without one of us getting close.”
“And you want that someone to be me?”
“He’s not dangerous. He’s just a pig. I think you’ll be able to handle him easily.” He took a breath before moving closer, sliding his arms around her waist. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
She pouted. She couldn’t help it. Of all the assignments he was going to ask for her help on, he had to choose this one. “I won’t be held responsible if I shoot him.”
Michael made a face, before sighing. “Promise not to let him bleed to death?”
She considered that-seriously, unfortunately. “I’ll try.”
He smirked, before leaning in to kiss the top of her head. “I appreciate the effort.”
She sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned into his touch. It was probably the last time she was going to feel it for a while, so she wanted to soak that in. Then she pulled back and gave him a small smile. “I should go get dressed. Where do you want me to meet him?”
“We’ll go over that later,” he smirked as he started to back her towards the bed. “I think we need to have a bit more training first.”
vii.
“You want me to what?”
Jess was fairly certain that her husband had just lost his mind. Michael was sitting on the couch in their apartment, while she was standing above him with her hands on her hips, staring at him with an air of disbelief. There was something about the entire plan that just seemed stupid, and she knew that she should refuse to take part in it.
“It’s the only option we have.”
“You want me to arrest you so that you can go to jail and track down some answers from a con. Am I getting the gist of this plan?”
The look on his face was one of innocent fear. She was really starting to hate that look. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
“No, Michael.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s a ridiculous plan,” Jess said, her hands still on her hips. “What ever happened to just visiting them like normal people? I can pull some strings at the prison, arrange for you to get an interrogation room.”
“It won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s not going to trust some guy that happens to come up to him in prison looking for information. He’s more likely to trust another con.”
“So find another con.”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve gone to jail, Jess.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean you should do it again. Or use your wife to do it.”
He sighed softly, before pushing up and making his way closer to her. “I’ll only be gone a week, tops. Sam already has a plan to break me out.”
“Oh. That makes me feel so much better. You should absolutely do this stupid plan now.”
“Jess-”
“No, Michael,” she sighed as his arms slid around her, and she leaned into him a bit. “I don’t like it.”
“I do a lot of things you don’t like.”
“Yeah, but normally I’m not involved.” She took a breath, trying to calm herself down, before looking up at him again. “Please try to find someone else?”
He sighed heavily, before leaning down to kiss her softly. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good,” she sighed, before leaning into him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. There was a long pause as she sucked in the feel of him pressed against her, and then she looked up at him. “And using another cop is out of the question too.”
He sighed again, even more resigned, before nodding his head. “Right. No jail. Promise.”
“Good.”
Title: Pieces of You
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: IT’S A SURPRISE.
Content Warning: I may have had a little too much crack with my cereal this morning. Other than that, nada.
Summary: There’s a pattern. See if you can catch it. (It’s not that hard.)
Author’s Note: Happy birthday, defy_n_gravity! Despite them all being included in one fic, NONE of these drabbles are related to the other. This is mostly just me being too lazy to separate them all with different headers and come up with different titles.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. None of it. Just the words on the page, and it’s just a product of my feverish brain effected by the heat, and … really, you don’t want to sue me over this.
i.
“I can’t believe you got me to do this.”
“Hey. What did I say about moving?”
Pagie flashed him a look from her position on the bed, one hand coming up to brace her head through her dark curls. “I never said I would be your subject, Caffrey.”
“Of course you didn’t. You were unconscious at the time,” he smirked. He was still shirtless, sitting on a stool in front of the easel at the foot of the bed, occasionally glancing back to her as he pushed the charcoal over the paper. “First rule of sketching is that if the subject isn’t able to be aware that you’re drawing them, you don’t have to tell them.”
“Oh really?”
“Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a boy scout.”
“Hold on now,” he said, holding up a charcoal covered finger. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
She raised an eyebrow, and he raised one back, before turning back to the drawing. He expected her to press, to push him on that statement, but she didn’t. She just leaned back, her hair sprawling back against the pillow to let him finish. A few minutes later, he leaned back from the easel and grinned.
“Done.”
She gathered the sheet in one hand, pulling herself up off the bed and making her way over to have a look. He waited until she was leaning over his shoulder before turning and speaking.
“I got up before you did, and I guess I got inspired.”
He watched the small smile that crossed her face. It wasn’t much, really, but it was enough, and it was genuine. That’s all he wanted. “I like it,” she said with a nod. “But no one else is ever going to see it.”
“Fine,” he laughed. “It will stay in my apartment forever.”
“Good,” she sighed, before leaning in to kiss him softly. “I gotta go.”
“Be safe,” he murmured, before watching as she disappeared in a swirl of pretty lights.
ii.
“Uh, Peter? I think we’ve been rescued.”
Neal watched as Peter turned around and met the eyes of the woman standing behind them, holding the detonator in her hand. Peter started to move his hands up slowly before glancing back at Neal with a look. “And what makes you think this is a rescue, exactly? The woman is holding C4.”
“Because the woman is an old friend. Her holding C4 is a good thing.” Peter looked skeptical, but Neal just flashed him a smile before making his way a little bit closer. “Hey, Fiona.”
“Neal,” she said, but the look on her face wasn’t exactly one of a person happy to see him. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you.”
Yes, Neal was aware that he should have seen that one coming. He always tended to fail to see that one coming when it comes to Fiona. Peter, however, seemed amused, and crossed his arms in front of her chest. “That does sound like an old friend of yours. Should I know why she wants to shoot you?”
“No, probably not,” Neal admitted, before turning back to Fiona. “Especially considering I don’t even know.”
“I’ll ask you this,” Fiona replied, taking a few steps forward with the detonator still in her hand. “You seem to know him well. Is there ever a reason not to shoot Neal?”
“Aside from the fact that shooting someone would land you in jail, you mean?”
Fiona’s head tipped to the side and she raised an eyebrow. “You really haven’t known him long, have you?”
“Fiona, this is Special Agent Peter Burke,” Neal sighed. “Peter-meet Fiona Glenanne.”
Peter raised an eyebrow right back at her. “The Fiona Glenanne.”
“The one and only.”
“Now the shooting comment starts to make sense.”
“Special Agent,” Fiona gave them both a look. “You’re friends with the FBI now.”
“I’m working for the FBI now.”
There was a long pause. A very long pause. A pause where the smug look on Neal’s face faltered just slightly. Waiting for a reaction from Fiona was like waiting for a bomb to go off-you didn’t want it to, and yet there was a part of you that just wanted to see it all at the same time.
Fiona was eying Peter carefully, before glancing back towards the corridor she had come from. “That might work for us,” she replied, looking back over at Peter. “Tell me, Special Agent Burke-how do you feel about being bait?”
Peter was quiet for a moment, before leaning towards Neal. “Why don’t I like the sound of that?”
“I don’t think I sane man would.”
iii.
“Fiona.”
“Eliot.”
She smirked at him over the gun she was aiming at him, and he had a feeling he should probably be worried. He would be, if he didn’t trust his gut and his gut was telling him that she probably wasn’t going to shoot him. Probably.
“Friend of yours, Eliot?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he muttered back to the voice in his ear, but keeping his eyes on Fiona the entire time. You don’t take your eyes off a woman like Fiona Glenanne. That’s how people wind up shot-or worse, but Eliot was personally acquainted with the former. And given that Fiona was currently holding a gun on him, he was inclined to follow his instincts and not let her out of his sight.
“I should have known you were part of all this,” she said with a smirk. “It seems like just the kind of mess you would get yourself into.”
“It really isn’t what you think, Fi,” he said slowly. “I’m one of the good guys now.”
“Yeah. I’ll believe that one when I see it,” she said with a snort. “Over to the wall. I’m not about to let you screw this up for us.”
Eliot did as he was told, making his way over to the wall with his hands still up in the air. “I’m not workin’ for him anymore.”
“Is that what you tell all the girls before Moreau shows up to tear their lives apart?” she sneered, and Eliot felt that one in his gut. He tipped his head to the side as she started to search him, and he met her eyes with a sigh.
“What do I gotta do to prove to you I’m not that guy anymore?”
Fiona met his eyes for a moment, before pulling back after she finished checking him for weapons. “Never have been that man in the first place.”
iv.
“You can’t just disappear like this, Parker.”
It took him a minute to spot her. It takes all of a second before a blond head appears upside down from one of the air vents and flashed him a grin. “Disappear like what?” In the vents. Of course she was in the vents.
He glared at her, and she rolled her eyes, before shifting her grip and dropping to the ground in front of him. As much as Parker got on his nerves sometimes, he couldn’t help but admire the way she moved. There was an effortless grace to it that came with practice, but still there was something about it that was essentially Parker-she was awkward everywhere else, but this was the one area where she moved with such agility, that occasionally Eliot wondered if she bottled it up from everywhere else in order to use it there.
If that was the case, it worked for her.
“Okay,” she said as she righted herself in front of him, inches from his face. “Where’s the mark?”
“Next building over,” he said, not backing away from her, just keeping that distance between them. “We have about five minutes.”
“Perfect,” she grinned, before bouncing along the hallway to the door where the information they needed was located. He rolled his eyes again as he followed her, keeping watch in the hallway for any sign of trouble. Two minutes later, on the dot, she reappeared in the doorway, holding up the disk drive Hardison had given them and tipping it with a grin. “Got it. Let’s go!”
They took off jogging down the hallway, and when they reached the elevator shaft at the end, she pushed herself up towards the vent above it.
“Give me a boost and I’ll pull you up.”
“I’m not going in that thing, Parker … ”
v.
“You should come with us on this job.”
Bela shifted so that she was lying on her side next to Parker, tucking her hand under her hair. “With the team? I don’t quite think that’s the place for me, Parker.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s your team, not mine.” There’s a look that crossed Parker’s face, something between rejection and confusion, and Bela frowns, before pushing forward to press her hand against Parker’s cheek. “It’s not you, darling. I just think that some things should be separate.”
“But-I don’t get it,” she frowned, curling in closer to her, despite the confusion. “Do you not like them?”
“No, of course I do,” she sighed softly. “It’s just-I don’t think I belong there.”
There was something about the concept that Parker was still having trouble with. “Yes, you do,” she sighed, staying close. “They’re my family. And you’re part of my family now.”
There’s a moment as she paused and processed that, it meaning more to her than she was really willing to say. Parker didn’t let family in easily, and neither did Bela for that matter, but the fact that Parker now considered her family meant that there might be more to this than she had expected. She shifted, pressing a kiss to her forehead softly, before rubbing her back.
“You’re part of mine too. But family doesn’t have to do everything together all the time, you know.”
“They don’t?”
“No,” she sighed. “Otherwise, how else would you miss me?”
Parker took that, considering it for a moment, before tightening her arms around her. “Will you miss me?” The question was timid and unsure, almost as though she didn’t want to know the answer, and Bela just smiled, tipping her chin up to look at her.
“Every minute,” she said softly. “I promise.”
Parker beamed up at her, before leaning in to kiss her gently. “Good.”
vi.
Bela was not impressed.
She knew that Michael knew it too. It was all in her body language, and he was just watching her, waiting for her to respond to this proposed plan of his, but she knew that he could already tell the answer. It was written all over her face.
“No.”
“Please, Bela. You’re the only one of us who hasn’t been made yet.”
“I am not going to encourage bad behavior,” she said with a look as she turned to walk away. “Besides, he’s disgusting. Fiona stabbed him with a bloody fork.”
“I’m painfully aware of that, but that doesn’t mean we don’t still need to finish the job.” He was right on her heels, reaching for her arm to turn her back around to face him again, keeping her close. “Our client needs him to back off, and he’s not going to do that without one of us getting close.”
“And you want that someone to be me?”
“He’s not dangerous. He’s just a pig. I think you’ll be able to handle him easily.” He took a breath before moving closer, sliding his arms around her waist. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
She pouted. She couldn’t help it. Of all the assignments he was going to ask for her help on, he had to choose this one. “I won’t be held responsible if I shoot him.”
Michael made a face, before sighing. “Promise not to let him bleed to death?”
She considered that-seriously, unfortunately. “I’ll try.”
He smirked, before leaning in to kiss the top of her head. “I appreciate the effort.”
She sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned into his touch. It was probably the last time she was going to feel it for a while, so she wanted to soak that in. Then she pulled back and gave him a small smile. “I should go get dressed. Where do you want me to meet him?”
“We’ll go over that later,” he smirked as he started to back her towards the bed. “I think we need to have a bit more training first.”
vii.
“You want me to what?”
Jess was fairly certain that her husband had just lost his mind. Michael was sitting on the couch in their apartment, while she was standing above him with her hands on her hips, staring at him with an air of disbelief. There was something about the entire plan that just seemed stupid, and she knew that she should refuse to take part in it.
“It’s the only option we have.”
“You want me to arrest you so that you can go to jail and track down some answers from a con. Am I getting the gist of this plan?”
The look on his face was one of innocent fear. She was really starting to hate that look. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
“No, Michael.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s a ridiculous plan,” Jess said, her hands still on her hips. “What ever happened to just visiting them like normal people? I can pull some strings at the prison, arrange for you to get an interrogation room.”
“It won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s not going to trust some guy that happens to come up to him in prison looking for information. He’s more likely to trust another con.”
“So find another con.”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve gone to jail, Jess.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean you should do it again. Or use your wife to do it.”
He sighed softly, before pushing up and making his way closer to her. “I’ll only be gone a week, tops. Sam already has a plan to break me out.”
“Oh. That makes me feel so much better. You should absolutely do this stupid plan now.”
“Jess-”
“No, Michael,” she sighed as his arms slid around her, and she leaned into him a bit. “I don’t like it.”
“I do a lot of things you don’t like.”
“Yeah, but normally I’m not involved.” She took a breath, trying to calm herself down, before looking up at him again. “Please try to find someone else?”
He sighed heavily, before leaning down to kiss her softly. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good,” she sighed, before leaning into him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. There was a long pause as she sucked in the feel of him pressed against her, and then she looked up at him. “And using another cop is out of the question too.”
He sighed again, even more resigned, before nodding his head. “Right. No jail. Promise.”
“Good.”