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Leverage/LA Confidential, "Ruthless Men In Love," Eliot Spencer/Bud White, R
Title: "Ruthless Men In Love"
Fandom: Leverage/L.A. Confidential
Pairing: Eliot Spencer/Bud White (and maybe some Nate/Eliot too)
Summary: Lieutenant Ford has a plan to take down Dudley Smith, but he needs some help from two cops who are known more for their fists than their brains...
AN: written for elebridith's prompt "Leverage/L.A. Confidential, Eliot Spencer/Bud White, damsel in distress." I so need to write more of this 'verse...
Chinatown, December 1949:
Bud hears the call on the police band and arrives on the scene of a domestic dispute. Spencer got there first. It should be his collar. White's messy drunk at 4:30 in the afternoon, ranting about woman-bashers. Spencer hates drunks. When he tries to stop White outside the house, the asshole slugs him in the face. Bad move. It's Lieutenant Ford who ends up standing in the right place to pull one out-of-control enforcer off the other before one of them needs hospital leave and the other one lands a suspension.
West Hollywood, February 1950:
Ellis Loew throws a shindig to celebrate his new DA job, invites all his favorite cops. Hard men and poker faces wall-to-wall, nice suits fitting awkwardly over bulging muscles and holsters. Eliot avoids the other Mobster Squad men, figuring he'll spare everyone the awkwardness of being between himself and White. Hovering around the bar, he catches a weird moment: Dudley Smith and Nate Ford, way too close for comfort. Ford's eyes flash hate, Dudley laughs edgy, takes a step back. Scary Lieutenant Smith, running scared from a has-been vice cop drinking his way to an early retirement? No way. This, thinks Spencer, has got to be something big.
The station house, May 1950:
Spencer gets an inter-departmental memo from Lieutenant Ford, summoning him to his office. Weird; he's never worked vice and doesn't plan to. Ford's sitting behind his desk looking smug, that same flash of a smile that spooked Smith at the party.
"So, Sergeant Spencer, how do you like working with Dudley Smith?"
"It's alright, sir. Mobster Squad is a good fit for my abilities."
"I've heard you boys get used pretty rough. I've heard that you're losing your taste for it."
"I don't know where you've heard that, Lieutenant. Nobody needs to worry about whether I can handle myself, understand?"
"Nobody's worried about you, Tex. I just thought you might be open to some more, let's say, creative use of your abilities. And the chance to prove that you're more than what Dudley uses you for."
"... sir?" Eliot's brows raised.
Ford grinned. Like a shark. SCARY. "I've got a year left before they force me out of this fishtank, and I'm going to use it to take down Smith. But I'm going to need you to help me. This is your chance to be more than just another strongarm boy, Spencer. Take it."
"I'm intrigued, really, sir. But what's in it for me?"
"Anything you want. I'm owed a lot of favors around here, and before I burn them all down I'll use all the juice I've got to get you promoted wherever suits your fancy. There's just one thing you're going to have to agree to."
"Anything I want, huh? So what's the catch?"
"You're going to have to work with Bud White. Closely."
Shit.
Fandom: Leverage/L.A. Confidential
Pairing: Eliot Spencer/Bud White (and maybe some Nate/Eliot too)
Summary: Lieutenant Ford has a plan to take down Dudley Smith, but he needs some help from two cops who are known more for their fists than their brains...
AN: written for elebridith's prompt "Leverage/L.A. Confidential, Eliot Spencer/Bud White, damsel in distress." I so need to write more of this 'verse...
Chinatown, December 1949:
Bud hears the call on the police band and arrives on the scene of a domestic dispute. Spencer got there first. It should be his collar. White's messy drunk at 4:30 in the afternoon, ranting about woman-bashers. Spencer hates drunks. When he tries to stop White outside the house, the asshole slugs him in the face. Bad move. It's Lieutenant Ford who ends up standing in the right place to pull one out-of-control enforcer off the other before one of them needs hospital leave and the other one lands a suspension.
West Hollywood, February 1950:
Ellis Loew throws a shindig to celebrate his new DA job, invites all his favorite cops. Hard men and poker faces wall-to-wall, nice suits fitting awkwardly over bulging muscles and holsters. Eliot avoids the other Mobster Squad men, figuring he'll spare everyone the awkwardness of being between himself and White. Hovering around the bar, he catches a weird moment: Dudley Smith and Nate Ford, way too close for comfort. Ford's eyes flash hate, Dudley laughs edgy, takes a step back. Scary Lieutenant Smith, running scared from a has-been vice cop drinking his way to an early retirement? No way. This, thinks Spencer, has got to be something big.
The station house, May 1950:
Spencer gets an inter-departmental memo from Lieutenant Ford, summoning him to his office. Weird; he's never worked vice and doesn't plan to. Ford's sitting behind his desk looking smug, that same flash of a smile that spooked Smith at the party.
"So, Sergeant Spencer, how do you like working with Dudley Smith?"
"It's alright, sir. Mobster Squad is a good fit for my abilities."
"I've heard you boys get used pretty rough. I've heard that you're losing your taste for it."
"I don't know where you've heard that, Lieutenant. Nobody needs to worry about whether I can handle myself, understand?"
"Nobody's worried about you, Tex. I just thought you might be open to some more, let's say, creative use of your abilities. And the chance to prove that you're more than what Dudley uses you for."
"... sir?" Eliot's brows raised.
Ford grinned. Like a shark. SCARY. "I've got a year left before they force me out of this fishtank, and I'm going to use it to take down Smith. But I'm going to need you to help me. This is your chance to be more than just another strongarm boy, Spencer. Take it."
"I'm intrigued, really, sir. But what's in it for me?"
"Anything you want. I'm owed a lot of favors around here, and before I burn them all down I'll use all the juice I've got to get you promoted wherever suits your fancy. There's just one thing you're going to have to agree to."
"Anything I want, huh? So what's the catch?"
"You're going to have to work with Bud White. Closely."
Shit.