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Came across this bit of silly while cleaning out my old LJ reply emails. It was a comment Tig posted as a reply to a crossover challenge: Miami Vice and They Might Be Giants.

Really. What were these people thinking?

Regardless, this is the ficlet I came up with. Enjoy, LOLOL.

If anyone can come up with a title for this, I'd love to hear it.

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"Fuck!"


That didn't sound like a compliment. Ric raised his head. "What is it now?"

"This isn't gonna work, Tubbs." Sonny scrubbed his face with his hands, making a scratchy sound against his perpetual five-o-clock shadow.

"Why not?" What the fuck, white boy always had some kinda problem.

"Look, I appreciate the offer, but... You got some weird-ass taste in music, my friend." Crockett grabbed a pillow and threw it at the stereo. "I mean, I'm all for the occasional kink, but hearing over and over again how I'm gettin' older every minute isn't exactly conducive, if you catch my drift."

Ricardo rolled his eyes, sat up and stretched his jaw muscles. Sonny wasn't exactly quick. "So what instead?"

Crockett got up. "Nah, out of time. Deal's going down in twenty and we gotta be there." He pulled on his pants and reached for his cigarettes...

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