Well, this is it. Last rec, and then time to hand the keys over. Oh… um… perhaps I need to take the van to be valeted first *brushes popcorn off the seat*. Before I do, though, here’s a wonderfully sweet fic to round off my month in the van.

Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 14k
Author on LJ: callistosh65
Author Website: on LJ
Why this must be read: Callisto has a great sense of the lads, and here we see them grumpy, teasing, caring, loving, laughing and generally working things out. She gets the dialogue spot on:

"I think," Bodie swallowed, still catching his breath, "I'll have that tea now, Raymond. With a jaffa cake for services rendered, if you don't mind. And have one yourself, sunshine." Doyle was hauled forward for a sloppy kiss, right on his forehead. "Fanbloodytastic. Knew we would be. Now move your arse."

How can you resist that?

Bed. Or Something Like It.

anemille

Driver’s Note: This will be the last rec for Spooks this month. I’ve tried to showcase as many characters and aspects of the fandom as possible, but there are many more great stories and authors out there. Thanks for reading and (hopefully) giving feedback to authors.

Connie James was devious, witty, and spent a lot of time lying to everyone around her, including herself. Even after a series 7 finale in which she never seemed to stop talking about herself, it’s impossible to say why she did what she did, or what she believed. In short, Connie was the essence of Spooks, in a nutshell.

This story tries to make sense of the often-contradictory elements of Connie’s past, in the process exploring her motives and turning them inside out. While Connie’s choices might have been abhorrent, her character was always compelling, and this story captures that perfectly.

Excerpt:

Connie knows without doubt that this is not the end. She doesn't know how or where or when but she knows it will happen, knows that this cold existence will all mean something again just as soon as she's back in London.

Fighting the good fight.

Well, giving a good fight in any case.

Connie enjoys playing games. And the KGB oblige. The crosswords won't run out because if they do then something has gone horribly wrong and she's cut off for good. And Connie isn't about to let that happen: how could anyone stand knowing all of the world's secrets one day and none the next? Knowing what she knows, Connie thinks that she can hardly rest in peace, alive or dead.

And so she keeps playing their games. And sometimes she sends them games of her own.

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea