FF: A Typical Workday (Alias, FRT, W/V, AU)
Title: A Typical Workday
Author: marco
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Will/Vaughn
Summary: LAPD Homicide Agent Michael Vaughn gets a new partner, in more than one sense.
Archive: Anywhere, but please ask first.
Rating: FRT
Parts: 1/1
Status: Completed
Series/Sequel: N/A
Website: N/A
Disclaimer: Alias belongs to JJ, Bad Robot and Touchstone. The plot belongs to me.
Author’s Notes & Warnings: : written for my Will/Vaughn claim at au_abc using the claim ‘Detectives’.
LAPD Homicide Detective Michael Vaughn had barely entered the squadroom when his boss, John Kendall, thrust a file into his hand.
“Eloise Kurtz, 27.” He said, “beaten, stabbed and left to bleed to death in a backdoor alley. Same as the other two.”
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath; the Backdoor Bleeder, as the media had oh-so-gently nicknamed him after the second murder, was one of the most vicious serial killers to have ever hit LA, and probably the most careful; the CSU had found absolutely no helpful evidence; not a single hair, a fingerprint, anything.
He must be a crime drama fan, Michael thought while rolling his eyes inwardly and turning back to leave.
“Oh, by the way,” Kendall said, a little dramatically, “meet your new partner, Agent Will Tippin.”
Michael turned his head up and noticed a young man, of no more than thirty, standing next to Kendall. Tall, dark hair cut short, and the most amazing blue eyes he had ever seen.
Yeah, this Will guy was definitely a 10 in the woot-o-meter, as Weiss liked to call it.
Michael was shook out of his staring when Will extended his right hand to him. “Hi. You must be my new partner.” He joked.
Mike took the hand and shook it vigorously. “What an intuition.” He joked back. “Anyway, if you don’t mind, we’d better get down to business right away. The Backdoor Bleeder has struck again.”
“So I’ve heard.” Will said as Kendall left, “the media seem to have already gotten word of it. It’s way too soon for them to know, if you ask me.”
“Them and their informants…” Michael commented as he remembered one particular accident with the top reporter of the Snowman Daily, Noah Hicks, he would have liked to forget. “Ok, so this is the forensic report from the first crime scene…”
/\/\/\
Will sit on the bench in the men’s changing room, trying to get a clear mind on the Backdoor Bleeder’s habits.
He was so focused that he drew out his gun when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey man, now’s not the time to compare calibers!” Michael said, taken aback by his new partner’s overreaction.
If Will had been an anime character, a big sweatdrop would have been visible sliding down his face. “Sorry, it was just… I was so intent on trying to crack the case… and well, when you came in…”
“I startled you. Got it.” Michael said. “By the way,” he then continued, “did you get your nickname yet?”
“Well, now that you mention it, I have heard somebody callin’ me ‘Young Blue Eyes’, but I don’t think that’s going to be it.” Will answered, his Texan accent barely noticeable. “Still, you give yourself nicknames?”
“Don’t ask me!” Michael shot back, a little more juvenile than he’d intended, while he got changed, “they were already doing it when I joined. But I think it’s because of some of the elders’ fascination with noir movies.”
“Interesting,” Will said while finishing changing himself. “What’s your nickname?” he then asked as they left for the night.
Michael looked like a little pouting kid as he muttered, in a voice so low only Will could hear, “Stoneface Vaughn.”
Will couldn’t help but smile at this one. “Well, at least it sounds very… imposing. Like a gangster’s name.” God, he thought, he may be ‘Stoneface’, but I’m ‘Stonesomethingelse’ right now… this guy’s too hot to be real.
Strangely, the same sentence passed through Michael’s head as he said “You mean ‘Scarface’.” and smiled good-heartedly.
Will chuckled and commented “Your head is getting way too big, Vaughn.”
“Which one?” Michael shot back.
I don’t know, but I’d love to check them both, Will thought, but just said, “The one your eyes are on.”
As they got out of the precinct, Michael asked him, “Well, I’m heading to McAfee’s now, want to come?”
“Yeah,” Will said, then thought on exactly how that sentence could be read and blushed a little, “to the pub, I mean.”
Michael smiled. “Let’s go then!”
/\/\/\/\
“C’mon, Dan,” Michael pleaded with the young coroner, “couldn’t you find something more that could give me and my partner some place to start?”
“Well, it depends,” Daniel Hecht answered him.
“On what?” Michael asked.
“On whether you stop pestering me every five minutes, asking for something new. If you were any younger, you’d be asking me ‘Are we there yet?’” Dan shot back.
Michael seemed to be shut up by that answer and stood quietly while he waited for Dan to work his magic once again.
“By the way,” Dan then spoke up, “what’s going on with you and the new guy?”
Michael was a little startled by that question. “What?” he asked in a defensive tone. “There’s nothing between Will and me, nothing except the fact that we’re becoming good friends. Plus he’s male, like me. There you go.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “You’re not fooling anyone, Stoneface.”
Michael rolled his eyes at the nickname, “We’re just friends and colleagues. Nothing more.”
“Keep telling yourself that, maybe one day you’ll end up believing it.” Dan shot back. “Now, look at this.” He then added, showing him a hair which had been left in one of Miss Kurtz’s wounds.
“This is not a mistake.” Michael said.
“Exactly what I was thinking.” Will commented, entering the room and startling the other men.
“Really?” Michael asked in an expecting tone, then noticed Dan’s amused glance and repeated, in a lower tone, “uh, really?”
“Yeah.” Will answered. “He - or she, for that matter, is challenging us. Probably leaked the story to the press himself.”
“You sure?” Michael asked twice, to be sure not to sound too expectant.
“Absolutely.” Will answered again. “I talked with Hicks, and he told me he remembered that, in the anonymous call that informed him, back to when the first victim was murdered, of the serial killer, the caller switched from ‘he’ to ‘I’ various times, almost unconsciously.”
“I don’t think that would stand well in court.” Michael interjected.
“Neither do I, but that’s a start.” Will commented.
“C’mon,” Michael said, “let’s go bring Syd this present.”
/\/\/\
“Hi guys,” Sydney asked as they came in, “what have you got for me?”
“A hair from the Backdoor Bleeder.” Michael said. “I don’t know if it is his, though.”
“Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?” she then asked, smiling coyly.
“Shit,” Michael muttered as he caught the double meaning of her question.
“Vaughn,” Syd began to speak to him as if he was a twelve-year-old, initializing the DNA test at the same time, “it’s been a year since you and Julian broke up.”
“Don’t even say his name, that goddamn cheater…” Michael grumbled, rage building inside him at the mention of that name. “He used me. And I fell for it. What a fool I was…”
“Don’t say that!” Syd said. “It’s not your fault he was undercover for Arvin Sloane.” Sydney spat out those last words with as much venom as she could, as that man had rigged her mom Laura, and her sister Nadia’s cars, as he found out they were undercover agents in his crime organisation, called SD-6.
“Still… I should have been more attentive, I should…” Michael huffed sadly, “now Eric won’t even look at me in the eye.”
“Leave him some time, he’s still hurting,” Sydney answered, “and about Will, do you like him?”
“Yes,” Michael answered.
“Really like him?” she asked again.
“God, where are we, back in high school?” Michael asked her, then shrugged, “anyway… yes. I really do like him.”
“Then go for it!” Sydney encouraged him, “at least, if you ask him and he answers ‘no’, at least you won’t have as many ‘what if’s in your head as you have now.”
“Got it.” Michael said, smiling at her.
“Besides, if he was staring at what I think he was staring at when you entered the room, you’re not going to have any problem asking him out.” Sydney concluded with a sly smile.
Yeah, definitely high school, Michael thought. “Thanks for the heads-up,” he quipped dryly, “Now about that hair…”
/\/\/\/\
Michael got out of the restroom, his thoughts going from the case to his new partner and back.
And as he got back to his desk, he found it more and more difficult to keep his thoughts on the case.
Especially as he saw Will, deep in thought, examining the crime scenes photos…. Yes, he had definitely gone off the deep end.
Then he heard a voice, no, his voice, saying “See anything you like?” and blinked; when had Will walked up to him?
Then they stopped, each one waiting for the other’s reaction, and they stood like that for a few minutes, intil a voice shouted “Oh hell, just kiss and get it over with!”
They both turned to see who the voice belonged to, and were really surprised to see that it belonged to the head of the District, Jack Bristow.
They complied, and Michael felt his worries, his troubles, his fears melting away, and he thought ‘This must be what Love feels like’.
Then they reluctantly separated, and Will asked him, “Could you help me with this?” with a smile Michael felt he could only call ‘special’.
He smiled back at him, hoping to do it in the same way and not caring about being goofy, and said “I’ll be more than happy to.”
END
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Author: marco
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Will/Vaughn
Summary: LAPD Homicide Agent Michael Vaughn gets a new partner, in more than one sense.
Archive: Anywhere, but please ask first.
Rating: FRT
Parts: 1/1
Status: Completed
Series/Sequel: N/A
Website: N/A
Disclaimer: Alias belongs to JJ, Bad Robot and Touchstone. The plot belongs to me.
Author’s Notes & Warnings: : written for my Will/Vaughn claim at au_abc using the claim ‘Detectives’.
LAPD Homicide Detective Michael Vaughn had barely entered the squadroom when his boss, John Kendall, thrust a file into his hand.
“Eloise Kurtz, 27.” He said, “beaten, stabbed and left to bleed to death in a backdoor alley. Same as the other two.”
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath; the Backdoor Bleeder, as the media had oh-so-gently nicknamed him after the second murder, was one of the most vicious serial killers to have ever hit LA, and probably the most careful; the CSU had found absolutely no helpful evidence; not a single hair, a fingerprint, anything.
He must be a crime drama fan, Michael thought while rolling his eyes inwardly and turning back to leave.
“Oh, by the way,” Kendall said, a little dramatically, “meet your new partner, Agent Will Tippin.”
Michael turned his head up and noticed a young man, of no more than thirty, standing next to Kendall. Tall, dark hair cut short, and the most amazing blue eyes he had ever seen.
Yeah, this Will guy was definitely a 10 in the woot-o-meter, as Weiss liked to call it.
Michael was shook out of his staring when Will extended his right hand to him. “Hi. You must be my new partner.” He joked.
Mike took the hand and shook it vigorously. “What an intuition.” He joked back. “Anyway, if you don’t mind, we’d better get down to business right away. The Backdoor Bleeder has struck again.”
“So I’ve heard.” Will said as Kendall left, “the media seem to have already gotten word of it. It’s way too soon for them to know, if you ask me.”
“Them and their informants…” Michael commented as he remembered one particular accident with the top reporter of the Snowman Daily, Noah Hicks, he would have liked to forget. “Ok, so this is the forensic report from the first crime scene…”
/\/\/\
Will sit on the bench in the men’s changing room, trying to get a clear mind on the Backdoor Bleeder’s habits.
He was so focused that he drew out his gun when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey man, now’s not the time to compare calibers!” Michael said, taken aback by his new partner’s overreaction.
If Will had been an anime character, a big sweatdrop would have been visible sliding down his face. “Sorry, it was just… I was so intent on trying to crack the case… and well, when you came in…”
“I startled you. Got it.” Michael said. “By the way,” he then continued, “did you get your nickname yet?”
“Well, now that you mention it, I have heard somebody callin’ me ‘Young Blue Eyes’, but I don’t think that’s going to be it.” Will answered, his Texan accent barely noticeable. “Still, you give yourself nicknames?”
“Don’t ask me!” Michael shot back, a little more juvenile than he’d intended, while he got changed, “they were already doing it when I joined. But I think it’s because of some of the elders’ fascination with noir movies.”
“Interesting,” Will said while finishing changing himself. “What’s your nickname?” he then asked as they left for the night.
Michael looked like a little pouting kid as he muttered, in a voice so low only Will could hear, “Stoneface Vaughn.”
Will couldn’t help but smile at this one. “Well, at least it sounds very… imposing. Like a gangster’s name.” God, he thought, he may be ‘Stoneface’, but I’m ‘Stonesomethingelse’ right now… this guy’s too hot to be real.
Strangely, the same sentence passed through Michael’s head as he said “You mean ‘Scarface’.” and smiled good-heartedly.
Will chuckled and commented “Your head is getting way too big, Vaughn.”
“Which one?” Michael shot back.
I don’t know, but I’d love to check them both, Will thought, but just said, “The one your eyes are on.”
As they got out of the precinct, Michael asked him, “Well, I’m heading to McAfee’s now, want to come?”
“Yeah,” Will said, then thought on exactly how that sentence could be read and blushed a little, “to the pub, I mean.”
Michael smiled. “Let’s go then!”
/\/\/\/\
“C’mon, Dan,” Michael pleaded with the young coroner, “couldn’t you find something more that could give me and my partner some place to start?”
“Well, it depends,” Daniel Hecht answered him.
“On what?” Michael asked.
“On whether you stop pestering me every five minutes, asking for something new. If you were any younger, you’d be asking me ‘Are we there yet?’” Dan shot back.
Michael seemed to be shut up by that answer and stood quietly while he waited for Dan to work his magic once again.
“By the way,” Dan then spoke up, “what’s going on with you and the new guy?”
Michael was a little startled by that question. “What?” he asked in a defensive tone. “There’s nothing between Will and me, nothing except the fact that we’re becoming good friends. Plus he’s male, like me. There you go.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “You’re not fooling anyone, Stoneface.”
Michael rolled his eyes at the nickname, “We’re just friends and colleagues. Nothing more.”
“Keep telling yourself that, maybe one day you’ll end up believing it.” Dan shot back. “Now, look at this.” He then added, showing him a hair which had been left in one of Miss Kurtz’s wounds.
“This is not a mistake.” Michael said.
“Exactly what I was thinking.” Will commented, entering the room and startling the other men.
“Really?” Michael asked in an expecting tone, then noticed Dan’s amused glance and repeated, in a lower tone, “uh, really?”
“Yeah.” Will answered. “He - or she, for that matter, is challenging us. Probably leaked the story to the press himself.”
“You sure?” Michael asked twice, to be sure not to sound too expectant.
“Absolutely.” Will answered again. “I talked with Hicks, and he told me he remembered that, in the anonymous call that informed him, back to when the first victim was murdered, of the serial killer, the caller switched from ‘he’ to ‘I’ various times, almost unconsciously.”
“I don’t think that would stand well in court.” Michael interjected.
“Neither do I, but that’s a start.” Will commented.
“C’mon,” Michael said, “let’s go bring Syd this present.”
/\/\/\
“Hi guys,” Sydney asked as they came in, “what have you got for me?”
“A hair from the Backdoor Bleeder.” Michael said. “I don’t know if it is his, though.”
“Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?” she then asked, smiling coyly.
“Shit,” Michael muttered as he caught the double meaning of her question.
“Vaughn,” Syd began to speak to him as if he was a twelve-year-old, initializing the DNA test at the same time, “it’s been a year since you and Julian broke up.”
“Don’t even say his name, that goddamn cheater…” Michael grumbled, rage building inside him at the mention of that name. “He used me. And I fell for it. What a fool I was…”
“Don’t say that!” Syd said. “It’s not your fault he was undercover for Arvin Sloane.” Sydney spat out those last words with as much venom as she could, as that man had rigged her mom Laura, and her sister Nadia’s cars, as he found out they were undercover agents in his crime organisation, called SD-6.
“Still… I should have been more attentive, I should…” Michael huffed sadly, “now Eric won’t even look at me in the eye.”
“Leave him some time, he’s still hurting,” Sydney answered, “and about Will, do you like him?”
“Yes,” Michael answered.
“Really like him?” she asked again.
“God, where are we, back in high school?” Michael asked her, then shrugged, “anyway… yes. I really do like him.”
“Then go for it!” Sydney encouraged him, “at least, if you ask him and he answers ‘no’, at least you won’t have as many ‘what if’s in your head as you have now.”
“Got it.” Michael said, smiling at her.
“Besides, if he was staring at what I think he was staring at when you entered the room, you’re not going to have any problem asking him out.” Sydney concluded with a sly smile.
Yeah, definitely high school, Michael thought. “Thanks for the heads-up,” he quipped dryly, “Now about that hair…”
/\/\/\/\
Michael got out of the restroom, his thoughts going from the case to his new partner and back.
And as he got back to his desk, he found it more and more difficult to keep his thoughts on the case.
Especially as he saw Will, deep in thought, examining the crime scenes photos…. Yes, he had definitely gone off the deep end.
Then he heard a voice, no, his voice, saying “See anything you like?” and blinked; when had Will walked up to him?
Then they stopped, each one waiting for the other’s reaction, and they stood like that for a few minutes, intil a voice shouted “Oh hell, just kiss and get it over with!”
They both turned to see who the voice belonged to, and were really surprised to see that it belonged to the head of the District, Jack Bristow.
They complied, and Michael felt his worries, his troubles, his fears melting away, and he thought ‘This must be what Love feels like’.
Then they reluctantly separated, and Will asked him, “Could you help me with this?” with a smile Michael felt he could only call ‘special’.
He smiled back at him, hoping to do it in the same way and not caring about being goofy, and said “I’ll be more than happy to.”
END
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