White Collar/Leverage (R)

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Hey there! Sorry for the late start to my second White Collar rec set -- RL obligations, computer problems, blah blah blah. I shall endeavor to make up for lost time. And so, on to the fic!

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Title: Professional Contacts by china_shop
Pairing: Neal Caffrey/Alec Hardison
Length: ~2,300 words
Author on LJ: china_shop
Author Website: http://delicious.com/fic_by_china_shop
Why this must be read:

Yes, I'm repeating myself and pimping another White Collar/Leverage crossover. However, while the last one was giddy gen farce, this manages to combine acute characterization with some super hot action between the finest (in terms of both skills and looks) hacker and forger you're likely to meet.

"The FBI doesn't care about my extracurricular activities."

Alec turned to look at him with amusement. "They would if they knew what you're doing." He took the forged letter and pocketed it carelessly, then stepped closer. "Why me? Don't tell me you ain't got other offers."

You remind me who I am, thought Neal. Working with the FBI, it was easy to fall into the mindset that most criminals were ruthless, violent bastards—to the point where sometimes Neal actually felt ashamed of his past. Mozzie would call that indoctrination; Peter would call it rehabilitation. Either way, it wasn't a comfortable feeling. Alec Hardison was a potent reminder that it was possible to be a good guy on the shady side of the law. Neal needed that. But it would be far too revealing to say so. He looked up through his eyelashes instead. "I'm not blind either."

Alec's smile widened. "Now that is just shameless flattery—not that I'm complaining." He regarded Neal for a long moment, and then his eyelids drooped and his smile softened. "You want to play it like that—ah, what the hell. Why am I even—?" He put his hand on Neal's arm, leaned in and kissed him.

“Professional Contacts” on Livejournal and Dreamwidth.