Precisement. Go get 'em!

I considered for a moment, as I paced the dealership’s now-deserted parking area.

During my brief stint in lefty journalism, during which I was an unmitigated disaster, we used to talk about “comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable”. Which, because I had more passion than sense, I took to mean submitting six-page reviews of Hunter Thompson books...two hours late.

They were things of beauty, even if I was too herbally enhanced to appreciate the concept of “deadlines” and “news holes”. I quit after that, but not before I called my friend and editor, Larry, a “censoring, fascist, asshole.” Most people don’t take writing “New in Paperback” that seriously, I understand.

I’m not most people. I’d stopped believing in second chances a long time ago, but I was more than willing to afflict Ms. Morgan. Over and over.Maybe until she screamed.

“Can I see it?” I asked.

“See what?”Her voice sounded like she had her hands on her hips even though she was standing perfectly still and straight. Maybe she did know a few things about me.

“The attache case full of money. What did you think I meant? Every back room deal has one, babe.”

“I’m not your babe. And I’d never travel around with that much cash.’

“You’re awfully picky for somebody who wants dirty work done, *Ms* Morgan.” I said, “How do you know I’m not taping this?”

“It’s not just me,” she said, in a smaller voice. “It’s the senior partners...They...” But she seemed to think better of it and came on like a dragon lady again. “My job...my rules. Are you coming or not?
It occurred to me that over the last weeks I’d taken a lot of orders from women.But I got in the car anyway.

I’d stopped believing in second chances a long time ago, but I was more than willing to afflict Ms. Morgan. Over and over.Maybe until she screamed.

Oh. my. God. I wish Roz Kaveney had seen H:LOTS (I've been pimping it like a mad fuck and she's been pimping "The Bill" to me with equal frenzy), because she would love this thing with Lilah.

Really? Roz is a good writer.Of course, you find the dirty part. But, it's Munch...what's not the dirty part? (But he's still not one-note, which I think is the coolest. Compare to say Medavoy on Blue whose role is squadroom schlemiel. He's supposed to be a dork and then we laugh. I could no more imagine Medavoy clearing a case than I could me earning money as a jockey. ) But Lilah, as it turns out, is one of the women that would keep me from putting down that I'm completely het. She could cause pile-ups on the street, I think. And I think the Munchkin could have 27 girlfriends and still find some other random woman hot. There's somebody somewhere writing Bill/Homicide but it made zippo sense because I'd never seen "The Bill". This was sad because otherwise it was Timmy goes to England...two great tastes that taste great together.

There's Homicide/Bill?

Holy SHIT. Angela mia, if you find it, link me up, so I can point Roz its way, please?

Yeah, babe, about sixteen parts worth...don't remember the writer's name...will Google it for you/ her. I live to serve. I was like "Who with the what, now?" But near as I can make out, a case brought Bayliss to London. My mom is like "You promote that show so much, Fontana should hire you."

Hey, it's worth promoting.

And you do it so very well.

Oh. my. DEAR. Lord.

A friend just sent me some West Wing fic she wrote.

Slash. Three-way.

The President, Leo McGarry, and Lord John Marbury.

I'm laughing so hard I hurt myself.

My guess is all those missionary genes took a funky turn on me.I found it...thought it was gonna give me The Nightmare,but I did. It's called "The Scarlet and the...Grey?"(yeah, I hate the question mark, too. Wacky Brits) Author's name is Kay S. [link] There are nine parts. Happy pimping! whew, at least I didn't make it up...I was starting to doubt myself. My lj comes up when you google "Homicide crossovers", fyi. Does Lilah smoke?

Munch POV:

It was one of those couch-on-wheels jobs. If I hadn’t been so keyed up, it might have been a pleasant ride. Lilah carried a small purse, big enough for money, keys, and tampons(You have enough wives, you learn these things.) “You’re not smoking in here,” I said. Muscle should have some rights.

“I don’t smoke. But why should you care? You can’t get cancer.: She pulled out an expensive lipstick in a gold case and outlined her gorgeous lips with it. When she pressed them together I felt weak for the first time in my unlife...those faces women make when they fix their makeup are almost unbearably sensuous(Which doesn’t explain the Kay thing. But what can I say, I’m a riddle, wrapped in an enigma wearing a negligee.)

“So, you’re a lawyer, that makes you an expert on vampire lungs? I didn’t notice your epidemiology background on that business card, Ms. Morgan Esquire. And before you get all beautiful(and my God, isn’t she. To myself, I say this) we have to talk terms.”

“At Wolfram and Hart, we believe in being prepared.”

“Smart philosophy.”(Is she as turned on as I am?)

“Last week some Krevloch demons attacked a strip mall in Century City. Word on the street is that Angel hasn’t been seen with his ‘firm’ in some time...we don’t know where he is, or there’d be another pile of dust for you to clean up.(I can’t believe I’m hot for a woman that makes finger quotes. I hate finger quotes. But she has beautiful hands.)

“Krevloch. Big, hairy, stupid, hard to cover up. But that’s hardly a surprise this close to the Sunnydale demonic convergence...right?” Noticing her surprised expression, I continue “I make it my business to be aware of stories ignored by the mainstream media.Some call it a hobby...I think of it as being...prepared.”

“The fact that this demon showed up isn’t the mystery. How were they able to kill it?”

“Someone else in his crew?”

“Yeah, but it’d have to be somebody new...because Wesley? I’m tougher than Wesley.”

And several Middle Eastern heads of state, I thought, but didn’t say.

“And the money? Cause I want to roll around in it. You’re welcome to join me, of course.”

“Lindsey has it.Back at the office.”

“Is she as pretty as you?”

“Angel thinks so.”