Fic for sororcula
Recipient: sororcula
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: The Liz and Nikki anthology
Pairing: Liz/Nikki
Rating: PG-13/Mature
Warnings:
Summary: A collection of scenes Liz and Nikki might well live together.
Author's Note:
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SINGING VERY EARLY:
It wasn’t the alarm clock which woke Liz up. It was Nikki’s singing.
Nikki singing. Liz wasn’t entirely sure this wasn’t still a dream.
Nikki stopped when she saw Liz was awake. “Hey sleepyhead,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Hey your-self,” Liz said, sleep still in her eyes and throat. “What…?”
“Remember you told me how your mom used to sing mele hoāla to you?”
Liz nodded, remembering the songs made for waking sleeping people. “Appreciate it. But.”
“But?”
“But I’m like a guy: I do not want to associate you with my mother.”
Nikki nodded.
“You sing nice. Colby’ll be relieved.”
“You wouldn’t dare tell him.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“You’re not evil.”
“Not what you said the other day.” And who is ticklish there, anyway? Besides you.
“You won’t get away with this.”
“Says who, officer?” Liz asked.
“Oh it’s like that?”
“Depends - where’s your badge?”
“Citizen’s arrest,” Nikki said, and tackled.
Liz was definitely awake now.
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SHARING THE ZERO BED:
“That’s what he meant?” Nikki asked once they entered the room.
Their latest case had brought them to the eastern end of Mexico and bi-national cooperation. One of the
Mexican agents had recommended this hotel, even if it was themed to draw tourists who came to see pyramids. On the walls of each room of this suite were one of nine buff men whose lower jaws were literally skeletal. Painted so he looked down on the solitary bed was their master.
“Zero,” Liz said, reading from the brochure left on the bed. “Lord over the Lords of the Night who had their own calendar cycle. Zero was also tasked with joining the end of one cycle with the start of a new one.”
“Zero bed,” Nikki said, remembering what the desk clerk had said. “But ‘not no bed.’ Flip you for it?”
“Sure,” Liz said, and one-handedly fished in her pocket for a coin. With her other hand, she offered Nikki a handshake.
Nikki took it, and was promptly flipped. She was on her feet fast and bowled into Liz, knocking them onto the bed.
With her hair spread in every direction, Liz asked Nikki, whose hair was a tangle of frizzy drapes,
“Here?”
“Why not?”
“One, we don’t know how thin the walls are.” Rule #7 of us: no motels.
“Since when were we screamers?” Nikki asked with a grin.
“Okay,” Liz smiled in answer before initiating further intimacies.
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THE “I KNOW YOU” JOB:
“You got mail,” Nikki said, bringing a box inside.
‘From PARKER’ the address read.
Inside the box were two burkas. “Parker,” Liz muttered. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she said to Nikki, “Remember when I mentioned how I reinvented myself?”
Nikki nodded. “Parker was one of those friends from the old life?”
Liz shook her head. “I caught her. That arrest convinced me to join the FBI.” Parker had just returned from a job in Yemen…hence the burkas now. I’m afraid to ask what this note between the burkas means - ‘these will get you in, no problem. Got a surprise for you’
Closing the box back up for now, Nikki and Liz walked into the living room, where sat Neal Caffrey, who hadn’t been there a moment before.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“No, Neal, you’re not,” Nikki said.
“You’re looking well. You both are.”
“Thanks,” Liz said.
“If you’re here,” Nikki asked him, “should I expect a visit from Peter?”
Neal Caffrey -- confidence man, human chameleon, modern-day Trickster, the perpetual charmer -- shrugged.
Nikki groaned. “What did you do this time?”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re paranoid?”
“’As much as Mozzie’ were your exact words. So, …”
“I came to help.”
“Help yourself to what?”
“Nothing. I’m here to help you on this case.”
“Why?”
“Is this -?”
“Why?” Nikki repeated.
“Because I owe you one, whether you like it or not.”
“Fine. You ever hear of Parker?”
Neal’s eyes widened perceptibly. To Liz, he respectfully said, “Nice to meet you. You’re taller than I expected.”
“I’m not Parker,” Liz said.
“Of course not; what was I thinking?”
“That if you’re going to help, you’re going to need a badge,” Nikki said.
“Unfortunately, you’re Neal Caffrey, so …”
Neal flashed his badge, grin on his face.
“Yeah. I mean a real one, Neal.”
He looked at his badge, then handed it to Nikki. “Issued by the FBI, USA.”
“You’re legit now?” Nikki asked, full of skepticism and disbelief.
Neal shrugged again.
“Oh god,” she muttered.
*
“Rizzoli, Frost, Korsak, Isles, Beckett, Castle, let me start by thanking you for joining this task force,” Liz said.
“This is where the evidence led,” Maura replied.
“Right. Well, we have one more recent arrival,” Liz began, and let him introduce himself.
“Peter Burke, FBI.”
“Spare no words, eh?” Rizzoli quipped.
“She’s right, you know,” Castle added. “It’s not even as catchy as ‘Bond, James Bond.’”
“Still better than Derrik Storm’s catchphrase,” Peter answered.
“I beg your pardon?”
“He has a point there,” Beckett said.
“Oh, et tu, Kate?”
“Wait, you’re that Castle?” Frost asked.
“Want an autograph?” he offered.
“Want cuffs?”
“I’ve got a collection at home, thank you.”
Kate mentally reviewed Castle’s stories, trying to recall if one was set in or around Boston. “Look -”
That was when a little FBI agent entered the room, one hand tightly gripping Caffrey’s collar. “Look who I found.”
“Should it surprise me that you’re here?” Peter rhetorically asked Neal.
“I just wanted to help,” Neal responded.
“Help yourself to what?” Korsak asked. He’d been briefly involved in tracking the thief, back when Neal did some work in Boston.
“Didn’t I just answer this?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Peter said.
Castle, meanwhile, was trying to be subtle about taking refuge - hiding - behind Kate.
“Problem, Castle?” Kate asked, and saw he was trying not to be noticed by the Fed who’d brought in Caffrey. “She a fan?”
“Oddly enough, no. You’ve met my ex-wives.”
“She’s one of your exes?”
“She’s worse. She’s who I based the main character in The Wedge Theft on.”
“Castle, Lia Wedge was insane.”
“Hi, Rick!” Parker bubbled, standing right behind him.
Castle winced and nearly leaped out of his skin.
Neal and Liz noticed Peter blanching for a moment.
“Let’s catch some bad guys!” Parker rallied.
“It’s ‘let’s be bad guys,’” Castle corrected her.
“I didn’t like Firefly - River was mean.”
“Since when do you like science fiction?” Liz asked her. “Or television.”
“Hardison thought it might help.”
*
During one of the longer lengths of quiet during a stake-out following some of their best leads, Peter said, “For all the stress he’s caused me over the years, Neal’s not why my marriage nearly came undone.”
“Parker?” Liz guessed.
Peter nodded. “El was not happy. Between the hours I had to put in, Parker dropping by unannounced, and more -”
Liz nodded, fully able to imagine what ‘more’ could be where Parker was concerned.
“- than that, our marriage was frayed. But when Parker disappeared, we were able to fix things. Not even pursuing Neal’s put a damper on me and El since then. But from what I see, the two of you don’t need a Parker phase in your relationship.”
“Thanks,” Liz said, 90% sure - as Charlie would put it - that it was a compliment.
*
They breached the building, going room by room until they heard Parker say, “I’ve got voices.”
“I hear them too,” Frost responded before anyone could wisecrack.
When they were ready, the teams burst into the room with a -- “FREEZE!” “FBI!” “POLICE!”
When they saw the two women in the room preoccupied with a huge-jawed supernatural monster, one of them broke wind, to which the monster looked at the new arrivals, and said, “Excuse you,” in a cultured voice. “Also, we’re having a confrontation here, so wait your turn.”
Amita? Liz and Nikki thought.
Jo? Korsak and Peter thought. And, Where’s your mother?
Eliot? Parker thought. Wait, where’s Hardison?
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THE SNOWS OF LA:
While the Djs and talking heads on the radio were beside themselves about what significance there could be to all the recent snow - enough to bring LA to a standstill - Liz was sitting on the couch beside Nikki, the both of them enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. And each other’s company, which was always better than the hot chocolate.
“One in a million,” Nikki muttered.
“Billion,” Liz said.
“Trillion.”
“One in a googol.”
“Not that unlikely.”
“Remind me - we still talking about us, Colby and David, or the snow bank stretching from Chinatown to Little Arabia?” Namely, the area that included their apartment.
“Yes.”
“All of the above?” Liz asked.
“Then it’s one in a googol.”
“Nah,” Liz said.
“Nah?”
“Yeah. Factoring in David and Colby makes it a much bigger number.”
“Bigger than a googol?” Nikki asked.
“Yup.”
“As big as how high a regard I hold you in?”
“Is there a word for a number that high?”
“Oh now we need words, do we?” Nikki teased.
“Nope. Was curious if it was pronounceable, though,” she said with a wink.
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Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: The Liz and Nikki anthology
Pairing: Liz/Nikki
Rating: PG-13/Mature
Warnings:
Summary: A collection of scenes Liz and Nikki might well live together.
Author's Note:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SINGING VERY EARLY:
It wasn’t the alarm clock which woke Liz up. It was Nikki’s singing.
Nikki singing. Liz wasn’t entirely sure this wasn’t still a dream.
Nikki stopped when she saw Liz was awake. “Hey sleepyhead,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Hey your-self,” Liz said, sleep still in her eyes and throat. “What…?”
“Remember you told me how your mom used to sing mele hoāla to you?”
Liz nodded, remembering the songs made for waking sleeping people. “Appreciate it. But.”
“But?”
“But I’m like a guy: I do not want to associate you with my mother.”
Nikki nodded.
“You sing nice. Colby’ll be relieved.”
“You wouldn’t dare tell him.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“You’re not evil.”
“Not what you said the other day.” And who is ticklish there, anyway? Besides you.
“You won’t get away with this.”
“Says who, officer?” Liz asked.
“Oh it’s like that?”
“Depends - where’s your badge?”
“Citizen’s arrest,” Nikki said, and tackled.
Liz was definitely awake now.
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SHARING THE ZERO BED:
“That’s what he meant?” Nikki asked once they entered the room.
Their latest case had brought them to the eastern end of Mexico and bi-national cooperation. One of the
Mexican agents had recommended this hotel, even if it was themed to draw tourists who came to see pyramids. On the walls of each room of this suite were one of nine buff men whose lower jaws were literally skeletal. Painted so he looked down on the solitary bed was their master.
“Zero,” Liz said, reading from the brochure left on the bed. “Lord over the Lords of the Night who had their own calendar cycle. Zero was also tasked with joining the end of one cycle with the start of a new one.”
“Zero bed,” Nikki said, remembering what the desk clerk had said. “But ‘not no bed.’ Flip you for it?”
“Sure,” Liz said, and one-handedly fished in her pocket for a coin. With her other hand, she offered Nikki a handshake.
Nikki took it, and was promptly flipped. She was on her feet fast and bowled into Liz, knocking them onto the bed.
With her hair spread in every direction, Liz asked Nikki, whose hair was a tangle of frizzy drapes,
“Here?”
“Why not?”
“One, we don’t know how thin the walls are.” Rule #7 of us: no motels.
“Since when were we screamers?” Nikki asked with a grin.
“Okay,” Liz smiled in answer before initiating further intimacies.
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THE “I KNOW YOU” JOB:
“You got mail,” Nikki said, bringing a box inside.
‘From PARKER’ the address read.
Inside the box were two burkas. “Parker,” Liz muttered. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she said to Nikki, “Remember when I mentioned how I reinvented myself?”
Nikki nodded. “Parker was one of those friends from the old life?”
Liz shook her head. “I caught her. That arrest convinced me to join the FBI.” Parker had just returned from a job in Yemen…hence the burkas now. I’m afraid to ask what this note between the burkas means - ‘these will get you in, no problem. Got a surprise for you’
Closing the box back up for now, Nikki and Liz walked into the living room, where sat Neal Caffrey, who hadn’t been there a moment before.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“No, Neal, you’re not,” Nikki said.
“You’re looking well. You both are.”
“Thanks,” Liz said.
“If you’re here,” Nikki asked him, “should I expect a visit from Peter?”
Neal Caffrey -- confidence man, human chameleon, modern-day Trickster, the perpetual charmer -- shrugged.
Nikki groaned. “What did you do this time?”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re paranoid?”
“’As much as Mozzie’ were your exact words. So, …”
“I came to help.”
“Help yourself to what?”
“Nothing. I’m here to help you on this case.”
“Why?”
“Is this -?”
“Why?” Nikki repeated.
“Because I owe you one, whether you like it or not.”
“Fine. You ever hear of Parker?”
Neal’s eyes widened perceptibly. To Liz, he respectfully said, “Nice to meet you. You’re taller than I expected.”
“I’m not Parker,” Liz said.
“Of course not; what was I thinking?”
“That if you’re going to help, you’re going to need a badge,” Nikki said.
“Unfortunately, you’re Neal Caffrey, so …”
Neal flashed his badge, grin on his face.
“Yeah. I mean a real one, Neal.”
He looked at his badge, then handed it to Nikki. “Issued by the FBI, USA.”
“You’re legit now?” Nikki asked, full of skepticism and disbelief.
Neal shrugged again.
“Oh god,” she muttered.
*
“Rizzoli, Frost, Korsak, Isles, Beckett, Castle, let me start by thanking you for joining this task force,” Liz said.
“This is where the evidence led,” Maura replied.
“Right. Well, we have one more recent arrival,” Liz began, and let him introduce himself.
“Peter Burke, FBI.”
“Spare no words, eh?” Rizzoli quipped.
“She’s right, you know,” Castle added. “It’s not even as catchy as ‘Bond, James Bond.’”
“Still better than Derrik Storm’s catchphrase,” Peter answered.
“I beg your pardon?”
“He has a point there,” Beckett said.
“Oh, et tu, Kate?”
“Wait, you’re that Castle?” Frost asked.
“Want an autograph?” he offered.
“Want cuffs?”
“I’ve got a collection at home, thank you.”
Kate mentally reviewed Castle’s stories, trying to recall if one was set in or around Boston. “Look -”
That was when a little FBI agent entered the room, one hand tightly gripping Caffrey’s collar. “Look who I found.”
“Should it surprise me that you’re here?” Peter rhetorically asked Neal.
“I just wanted to help,” Neal responded.
“Help yourself to what?” Korsak asked. He’d been briefly involved in tracking the thief, back when Neal did some work in Boston.
“Didn’t I just answer this?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Peter said.
Castle, meanwhile, was trying to be subtle about taking refuge - hiding - behind Kate.
“Problem, Castle?” Kate asked, and saw he was trying not to be noticed by the Fed who’d brought in Caffrey. “She a fan?”
“Oddly enough, no. You’ve met my ex-wives.”
“She’s one of your exes?”
“She’s worse. She’s who I based the main character in The Wedge Theft on.”
“Castle, Lia Wedge was insane.”
“Hi, Rick!” Parker bubbled, standing right behind him.
Castle winced and nearly leaped out of his skin.
Neal and Liz noticed Peter blanching for a moment.
“Let’s catch some bad guys!” Parker rallied.
“It’s ‘let’s be bad guys,’” Castle corrected her.
“I didn’t like Firefly - River was mean.”
“Since when do you like science fiction?” Liz asked her. “Or television.”
“Hardison thought it might help.”
*
During one of the longer lengths of quiet during a stake-out following some of their best leads, Peter said, “For all the stress he’s caused me over the years, Neal’s not why my marriage nearly came undone.”
“Parker?” Liz guessed.
Peter nodded. “El was not happy. Between the hours I had to put in, Parker dropping by unannounced, and more -”
Liz nodded, fully able to imagine what ‘more’ could be where Parker was concerned.
“- than that, our marriage was frayed. But when Parker disappeared, we were able to fix things. Not even pursuing Neal’s put a damper on me and El since then. But from what I see, the two of you don’t need a Parker phase in your relationship.”
“Thanks,” Liz said, 90% sure - as Charlie would put it - that it was a compliment.
*
They breached the building, going room by room until they heard Parker say, “I’ve got voices.”
“I hear them too,” Frost responded before anyone could wisecrack.
When they were ready, the teams burst into the room with a -- “FREEZE!” “FBI!” “POLICE!”
When they saw the two women in the room preoccupied with a huge-jawed supernatural monster, one of them broke wind, to which the monster looked at the new arrivals, and said, “Excuse you,” in a cultured voice. “Also, we’re having a confrontation here, so wait your turn.”
Amita? Liz and Nikki thought.
Jo? Korsak and Peter thought. And, Where’s your mother?
Eliot? Parker thought. Wait, where’s Hardison?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE SNOWS OF LA:
While the Djs and talking heads on the radio were beside themselves about what significance there could be to all the recent snow - enough to bring LA to a standstill - Liz was sitting on the couch beside Nikki, the both of them enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. And each other’s company, which was always better than the hot chocolate.
“One in a million,” Nikki muttered.
“Billion,” Liz said.
“Trillion.”
“One in a googol.”
“Not that unlikely.”
“Remind me - we still talking about us, Colby and David, or the snow bank stretching from Chinatown to Little Arabia?” Namely, the area that included their apartment.
“Yes.”
“All of the above?” Liz asked.
“Then it’s one in a googol.”
“Nah,” Liz said.
“Nah?”
“Yeah. Factoring in David and Colby makes it a much bigger number.”
“Bigger than a googol?” Nikki asked.
“Yup.”
“As big as how high a regard I hold you in?”
“Is there a word for a number that high?”
“Oh now we need words, do we?” Nikki teased.
“Nope. Was curious if it was pronounceable, though,” she said with a wink.
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