ruggerdavey wrote a cute as hell Greg/Nick story. Go, read it.

She is also marveously kind hearted and expressed a vague interest in my embryonic x-overs, so here is a snippety thing (it's actually the first scene) from

The Luxury of Canada - carleton97 & Honeychurch

Dan was in the zone.

His script was a thing of beauty and not even the rather conspicuous absence of his writing partner could dim his joy.

Well, it dims it a little. Dan shrugged off the co-dependent thought and managed not to look when Casey wandered in from his meeting with Dana.

"Hey, what did Dana want?" When only an extended silence met his query, Dan finally glanced up from editing his script. "Casey? Hello? Ground control to Major Casey!"

Casey looked up from the file in his hands and blinked once. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"What. Did. Dana.Want?"

"How do you feel about dogsled racing, Danny?" Casey couldn't quite hide his rather frightening grin.

"Dogsled racing?"

"Dogsled racing. Dogs, sleds, uh, snow."

Dan set his pen aside with a sigh and waved goodbye to the zone. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you attempting to suss out my innermost feelings on dogsled racing?"

"The Iditarod."

"The Iditarod?"

"Anchorage to Nome? 1049 miles? The crown jewel of dogsled racing?"

Dan made a move-it-along motion with his hand. "Yes, Casey. Thanks to your freakish obsession with animal assisted sporting events, I am quite familiar with the specifics of the Iditarod."

"Well, Dana, also being acquainted with my *affection* for certain non-traditional sports, has offered us a once in a lifetime opportunity." The freaky, dangerous grin returned.

"Casey - "

"Our mission, should we choose -"

"No."

"Danny -"

"Casey, no. It's in the middle of March Madness. You remember, the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament? A real sport? The thing we get paid to cover?"

"Which is why we're not to Anchorage in March."

"We're not?"

"We're not." Casey pointed to the folder in his hands. "We're going to Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada in February."

"OK, I'll bite. What's in Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada?"

"Not what, who."

"Who, then, is in Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada?"

"That would be Ray Kowalski and his team of sled dogs." Casey handed Dan a photo of a scruffy blond man surrounded by frolicking dogs.

"And we care about Ray Kowalski and his dogs because?"

Casey counted off points on his fingers. "This is his first Iditarod. Until he emigrated to BFE, Canada three years ago, he was a police officer in Chicago. He was involved in that nuclear sub thing a couple years back."

"Hmmm."

"And rumor has it his training partner is a deaf wolf."

"Hey, Casey?" Natalie stuck her head in the door, interrupting what Dan was sure would have been a stunning riposte on the subject of deaf wolves, and held out a stack of paper with a smirk. "I've got that stuff you wanted."

"What's that look for?" In Dan's vast experience, good things never came from Natalie sporting that expression.

"What look?" Natalie widened her eyes in a grotesque parody of innocence.

"The look that says you know more than we do about something."

"Considering the collected works of things I know which you do not would fill the Library of Congress, I can only assume you are referring to my everyday look." She tossed Casey the packet. "Have fun in Inuvik, Casey."

"That doesn't sound promising, Case." In fact, had Casey bothered to ask, Dan would have told him it sounded downright threatening.

"She's just mad she had to do this research."

"Danny? Natalie asked me to remind you that your feet get cold easily." Jeremy looked confused as he dropped a pile of videotapes onto Dan's desk.

"Casey, where the hell are you taking me?"

"Um... Canada

"Casey."

"I'm not exactly sure, all right? I just know it's Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada."

"Well then, my friend, it's McNally time." Dan gestured expansively towards the bookshelf and for a long moment the office was quiet except for the thin woosh of flipping pages.

"Casey, I'm going to fucking kill you."


I was also going to post some IM/OaT stuff, but this post is long enough (a) and (b) it's way rougher than I imagined.