Crossover fic attempt #1
He leaned back negligently in his chair as he heard Sacks' voice say,"Right in here."
Two people walked in. A tall, slightly lanky man in his thirties with dark, unruly hair and a boyishly quizzical face. Beside him, and far more interesting to the man lounging in his chair was a startlingly attractive young woman with smooth, creamy skin, large dark eyes and a tumble of black hair. Both were dressed in sombre dark suits and both studied him narrowly.
"Brendan Dean, and this is Freya McAllister."
"Sheriff Don Lamb," he said rising to his feet, shaking Dean's hand first. "A pleasure ... ma'am," he said, smiling down into Freya's serious face. "Take yourselves a seat."
He gestured to the chairs before his desk. "So - what can I do you for?" he asked. "I've had the Feds in here before .... never expected a visit from the NS of A before."
Although both Freya and Brendan winced at the sheriff's incorrect use of the abbreviation, neither elected to correct him.
"Sheriff, thank you for seeing us," Brendan said politely. "We have reason to believe that someone in Neptune has been attempting to access extremely sensitive files located at a number of governmental departments."
Lamb looked bored, and merely shrugged carelessly. Brendan continued. "The technology used and the skill of of the person involved has caused a great deal of concern for the agency. We'd appreciate your co-operation on this matter."
"Happy to give you whatever help you need, but I think you're probably not going to find anything around here. What do you want me to do? Confiscate every kid in town's computer? If they're 09'ers they'll probably have more than one."
"That won't be necessary, sheriff," Brendan told him.
"What's she do? Just sit and stare?" Lamb asked, sudden conscious that Freya was merely studying him silently. "Something you want to ask me, sweetheart?" He demanded. "I'm single," he said, grinning broadly and then winked at her.
Freya's hand reached out and rested firmly on Brendan's hand before he could say what he was about to say. He glared at her accusingly. "It's fine," she told him, giving him a quick smile. Her fingers touched his hand gently, the lightest of caresses.
His smiled wryly. "He knows who it is?"
"No," Freya said slowly, concentrating for a moment. "But he knows who does know or ..." Her brow creased in a frown. "Who could find out for us."
"Just what the hell is going on here?" Lamb's voice was sharp with anger.
"That's all for today," Freya said firmly. "Thank you for your assistance," she said, nodding at him politely. They rose to their feet. Lamb's face was a study in confusion.
The door swung open. "Hey, you can't go in there. He's got people in there!" Sacks' voice called out.
"You wanted to see me, sheriff? This really has to stop. People will say we're in love," a cool and insolent voice spoke from the door.
A young blonde girl with sardonic eyes glanced around the room with interest, her gaze missing nothing. Her sharp, snappy clothing was carelessly stylish and her face was pert and intelligent.
"Veronica Mars," Lamb said in weary resignation at the same time Freya said the name with calm recognition.
"You know her?" Lamb demanded as Veronica's eyes widened in surprise.
"Freya?" Brendan asked questioningly.
Freya smiled faintly, aware of Veronica's questioning confusion and suspicion.
"This is the person we need to talk to."
The End
Two people walked in. A tall, slightly lanky man in his thirties with dark, unruly hair and a boyishly quizzical face. Beside him, and far more interesting to the man lounging in his chair was a startlingly attractive young woman with smooth, creamy skin, large dark eyes and a tumble of black hair. Both were dressed in sombre dark suits and both studied him narrowly.
"Brendan Dean, and this is Freya McAllister."
"Sheriff Don Lamb," he said rising to his feet, shaking Dean's hand first. "A pleasure ... ma'am," he said, smiling down into Freya's serious face. "Take yourselves a seat."
He gestured to the chairs before his desk. "So - what can I do you for?" he asked. "I've had the Feds in here before .... never expected a visit from the NS of A before."
Although both Freya and Brendan winced at the sheriff's incorrect use of the abbreviation, neither elected to correct him.
"Sheriff, thank you for seeing us," Brendan said politely. "We have reason to believe that someone in Neptune has been attempting to access extremely sensitive files located at a number of governmental departments."
Lamb looked bored, and merely shrugged carelessly. Brendan continued. "The technology used and the skill of of the person involved has caused a great deal of concern for the agency. We'd appreciate your co-operation on this matter."
"Happy to give you whatever help you need, but I think you're probably not going to find anything around here. What do you want me to do? Confiscate every kid in town's computer? If they're 09'ers they'll probably have more than one."
"That won't be necessary, sheriff," Brendan told him.
"What's she do? Just sit and stare?" Lamb asked, sudden conscious that Freya was merely studying him silently. "Something you want to ask me, sweetheart?" He demanded. "I'm single," he said, grinning broadly and then winked at her.
Freya's hand reached out and rested firmly on Brendan's hand before he could say what he was about to say. He glared at her accusingly. "It's fine," she told him, giving him a quick smile. Her fingers touched his hand gently, the lightest of caresses.
His smiled wryly. "He knows who it is?"
"No," Freya said slowly, concentrating for a moment. "But he knows who does know or ..." Her brow creased in a frown. "Who could find out for us."
"Just what the hell is going on here?" Lamb's voice was sharp with anger.
"That's all for today," Freya said firmly. "Thank you for your assistance," she said, nodding at him politely. They rose to their feet. Lamb's face was a study in confusion.
The door swung open. "Hey, you can't go in there. He's got people in there!" Sacks' voice called out.
"You wanted to see me, sheriff? This really has to stop. People will say we're in love," a cool and insolent voice spoke from the door.
A young blonde girl with sardonic eyes glanced around the room with interest, her gaze missing nothing. Her sharp, snappy clothing was carelessly stylish and her face was pert and intelligent.
"Veronica Mars," Lamb said in weary resignation at the same time Freya said the name with calm recognition.
"You know her?" Lamb demanded as Veronica's eyes widened in surprise.
"Freya?" Brendan asked questioningly.
Freya smiled faintly, aware of Veronica's questioning confusion and suspicion.
"This is the person we need to talk to."
The End