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This story is No. 1 in the series "Ramenth's 2010 August Ficathon Archive". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Ramenth's 2010 August Ficathon Archive, now including Dresden Files, Rookie Blue, NCIS: LA, Ah My Goddess, Starcraft, The Elder Scrolls, and Eureka.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - OtherRamenthFR1573,959013,5311 Aug 1010 Aug 10No


Word Count: 586
Rating: 15
Warnings: None.
Setting/Authors Notes: BTVS/Rookie Blue crossover.
Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to… well, not Joss Whedon these days since I hear it’s getting a reboot, but someone owns it. Rookie Blue is Canadian, and also airs on ABC, so I don’t have a clue who owns it.
Summary: That was when Andy realized that she was not going to catch a break at this job. Ever.

“What the hell was that?!” Andy asked after she managed to catch her breath. The brunette who’d dragged her into the warehouse just glared.

“Keep it down,” the brunette hissed, “there are more of them out there.”

“More of what?! What the hell is going on? Look… I…” the Toronto cop sputtered.


It had happened so fast. Rookie officer Andy McNally, lately of the 15th, had been chasing a mugger, only for him to turn and clothesline her. Which hurt more than you’d think. She’d wonder how he’d managed that for a second before she slammed into the ground, hard, darkness swimming around the edges of her vision.

He’d said something she didn’t catch as she tried to push herself back up, only to be grabbed and bodily lifted. It was the first time she’d gotten a look at his face: twisted and scarred with a forehead that bulged out more than was natural. His eyes were yellow, too, she realized.

And then he was gone, collapsing into a pile of ashes as a woman wearing way too much leather to be comfortable in the heat of a Toronto summer dragged her into one of the adjacent warehouses.

“Stay down.” The woman’s voice snapped her back to the real world.

“Stay… what?” Andy sputtered as the other brunette, whose name she still didn’t know, ducked back out from behind the crates.

“Oh, of course. I bet none of the other Rookies have this. God, why can’t I just be a normal cop?” She complained to where the woman had been standing.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”

Behind the crate Andy froze and bit back a curse, realizing she’d dropped her gun outside when the mugger had hit her.

“Oh please,” The brunette laughed, “Tell you what, I’ll give you a ten second head start.”

“The way I see it, little girl, there are five of us, and only one of you.”

They were dead, Andy decided. Three weeks, and she was already toast.

“You…” The brunette was laughing again, “really don’t know who I am?”

“You look like dinner,” A third voice added.

‘Dinner?’ Andy blinked, ‘What the fuck kind of crazy calls someone dinner?’

“Are we going to do this or what,” The Brunette challenged again.

Officer Andy McNally scrambled to her feet and headed towards the sound of the fight, once again cursing her lost gun. By the time she’d made it out the sounds of the fight had faded.

“Toronto P.D,” She yelled, “Hands where I…” Andy trailed off, the room was empty save for a few rapidly settling piles of dust.


“McNally, are you telling me you were assaulted, dragged into a building, and witness a fight, and you have nothing?”

“I still have no idea what happened, Sir. By the time I got out there, they were gone.”

“By the time you got out there? Jesus, McNally, what were you doing? Having a tea party?”

“Sir, it couldn’t have been more than a minute!”

“And in a minute a girl and five other people fight and disappear?”

“I don’t know!”

“Face it, you got snowed. She was working with the mugger, and conned you.”

“I don’t…”

“You’re a rooky, McNally, it doesn’t matter what you think.”

“So what do I do, sir?”

“You find her! And the guy! I shouldn’t have to spell this out for you. Besides, it’s not like this is the first guy that got away from you; you always find them some how.”
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