crack_van | Leverage/White Collar

Title: I Lie, I Cheat, I Steal (and I Just Don't Get Any Respect)
Pairing: Gen; references to Neal/Parker and canon pairings
Length: ~7,000 words
Author on LJ:

fiercelydreamed
Author Website: Playing God in Other People’s Sandboxes
Why this must be read:

I have a confession to make [ignores the frantic shushing from all but two of this story's characters]: I have never watched an episode of Leverage. This fic, though, makes me want to borrow the DVDs and get better acquainted with the crew, and I imagine Leverage fans meeting Neal Caffrey and the Burkes for the first time will have similar intentions re: White Collar. And if you're not a fan of either show, read this anyway because it's hilarious:

Caffrey is grinning like this is the funniest thing that has happened to him all week. "We know each other's alleged work."

Parker snorts. "We've stolen each other's alleged work." She pauses. "Plus there was that one time we had sex in an air duct," she adds, circling a hand absentmindedly.

Alec can actually hear Eliot choke on his tongue. Parker gives him a withering look. "We were bored. The security guard was taking forever to leave." She shifts the look to Nate, who appears to be honest-to-god tearing at his hair in frustration, and waves the knife incoherently from him to where Sophie is behind the shelves, trying not to suffocate from silent hysterics. "What, you think you're the only one whose professional rivalry gets to turn all sexy?"

The grin falls right off Sophie's face, leaving behind that oh no they didn't face that means they're in for a diva-caliber hissy fit later. Caffrey winces, almost imperceptibly; apparently even world-class con artists have TMI thresholds.

"I Lie, I Cheat, I Steal (and I Just Don't Get Any Respect)," on Dreamwidth and the Archive of Our Own.