Second fic posted through chapter 6, and third one is up to 7300 words.

Small squee, and I realize how ridiculously tiny this is but still: Someone recced one of my stories, and I'm all the way up to a whopping 63 kudos plus one comment indicating that the dorkiest pun I've ever made finally found its target audience.

Awesome, JZ! I love when a reader picks out a line that you're really proud of.

I wrote something about Hank at Buffy's funeral sometime ago and thought you should see it. [link]

Lisa H. asked about Faith/McNulty a long time ago...I started here [link]

" Bunk," Jimmy said, in that serious tone that was the first sign that Bunk's friend and partner had had more than a few too many. "I can forgive you anything. Except Boz Skaggs." [link]

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More about Faith in Baltimore. [link]

It seemed like the whole bar brightened up once Faith walked back in. Even the Butterface from the fingerprint lab had some color in her cheeks while watching the vampire slayer hold court. Faith put her half-full glass of Jack-and-Coke on the old-fashioned wooden bar so hard that her drink sloshed in the glass. “I’m making my way across the country before I go professional,” she told an eager rookie who still probably polished his badge.

Jimmy watched and then came closer. He raised his eyebrows. “No offense,” he asked, and he looked her over in that way Bunk knew his partner thought was sexy. “ But a professional what?”

Her smile was full of promise as she said “What if I told you I’m a superhero?” She drained her glass as if there were nothing but a little water in it.

“Bullshit,” Jimmy replied, but he looked Faith over. “Is there a cape?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Why I asked…” McNulty said. “You have to admit…your arrival here’s a little dramatic.”

“It’s true, Jimmy. You should see what this girl can do with a piece of wood.” Bunk replied.

“I’ll bet.”

“I’ll answer any question…if you beat me at arm-wrestling.”

Oh, dear. Poor Jimmy has no idea what he's in for.