Here are someof my favourite stories from Homicide: Life On The Street.
Click on the author's name for the link to where the stories can be found on the net.
Warning: Description of the stories may contain spoilers.
Stories marked with a   are highly recommended.

I'm happy to supply a copy of any story that has no link supplied - by email on request.

These recs are sorted alphabetically by author name, then story title.

ANTRIM, BRENDA: "Intrusions (Of Real Life Into Insanity).
MikeGiardello/Tim Bayliss.
Tim asks Mike for a date.

Looking like a man heading for the firing squad, Bayliss spoke quickly and quietly.  "I don't want to offend you, or insult you in any way, but I find you attractive and was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime." It all came out in one breath. Then he took a deep gulp of air, drummed his fingertips on the tabletop, and cleared his throat.

Mike stared at him. For a very long time. The longer he stared, the younger Bayliss looked, until he resembled nothing so much as a ten year old who'd just confessed to breaking the bay window and was waiting to get smacked. Eventually, Mike smiled.

"Who put you up to this?"

I like this story - it's an unusual pairing for this fandom and I love stories where somebody finds out about the relationship - in this case, Mike's father.

BETH: "Action."
Tim Bayliss/Chris Rawls.
Tim and Chris go to a Seagal movie.

The floor is sticky and covered with bits of popcorn and candy wrappers and everyone in here is talking at full voice. I'm pretty sure they're not going to be much quieter once the movie starts, but in the end, I suppose it doesn't really matter. I mean, I don't quite think people go to Steven Seagal movies for the dialogue.

This one hits one of my favourite kinks: I can't help myself.

BETH: "The Awakening."
Tim Bayliss/Chris Rawls.
Tim Bayliss is slowly seduced by the more experienced Chris Rawls.

Chris's arms snake around me and I let him pull me close, sighing as the by-now familiar riot of emotions starts to consume me. I'm frightened, excited, and uncomfortable all at once.

Why is this so damned hard for me? Why can't I just relax once and for all and let myself find out what it would be like to get close to Chris? I thought that closeness was exactly what I wanted, which is why it's so damned frustrating that I haven't been able to see this through. I can't even begin to imagine how Chris must be feeling.

This is a lovely, sweet story as Tim gradually learns what he wants.

BETH: "Candy."
Tim Bayliss/Chris Rawls.
Tim is frustrated - he's been dating Chris for 4 weeks but they haven't had sex yet.

"You're preoccupied today."

"Mmm," Chris agreed, and then headed over to the peppers, rich yellow, deep red, absolutely lovely, and he wanted to buy them just to look at them, forget about chopping them up and giving them to strangers.

"In fact, you've been like this for a while," Andrew added, catching up to him. "Ever since you first took up with pretty boy, I'd say."

"Stop," Chris said.

"It's interesting, really," Andrew went on. "I mean, you're not exactly a boy scout, Chris--I can't say that I ever would have picked you to spend time with someone so . . .straight. You must have it bad for him."

"I don't think he's straight," Chris said.

"Four weeks and you're still not sure?! What the hell are you two doing?"

This is a lovely, sweet story as Tim overcomes Chris's reservations.

JUSTINE: "The Moment."
Tim Bayliss/Frank Pembleton.
The sizzling sexual tension between Tim and Frank finally snaps.

His expression is dark and mysterious this evening. A silent threat, a whisper, a denial. Tim doesn't talk to me anymore, he hasn't for a very long time and even though I want to let the issue drop I can't. I'm determined to make him speak to me and force my friend to drive me crazy once again.

"It's Rawls isn't it?" I say and he winces. "He keeping you up late or something?" The sarcasm in my voice is disgusting. What right do I have to judge him? What measure of my own possessive nature do I use to find out every last one of his.

I love these kinds of stories, where the two guys know it's a mistake but just can't help themselves.  This is a very hot, sexy story and one of my favourites in this fandom. 

JUSTINE: "You Started This, Timmy."
Tim Bayliss/John Munch.
On the day of his wedding, Munch shouldn't be doing this with Bayliss.

Munch gathered his wits. He knew Bayliss was a good cop, an intuitive cop. Tim smiled and Munch resisted the urge to smile back. This sudden attraction was frightening. An image of Tim, naked, writhing beneath him in bed rushed his senses. Brown tousled hair spinning wildly atop his shoulders, long legs spread open for his perusal, the curve of pale buttocks in the moonlight; it was way too much and Munch gasped. God, he needed to get laid fast.

This PWP is a very rare pairing of Timbo with Munch.  I love Munch to death so I enjoyed this thoroughly - and Justine is always good value.

LYON, JENNIFER: "First Date."
Tim Bayliss/Chris Rawls.
The title says it all.

"I suppose it does." Chris stared at the dregs of wine in his glass, frowning. When he lifted his eyes, they were wide open, the soft light of the candleflame flickering in the green of his irises. "I don't know how you do it. Dealing with that kind of thing every day. When I saw..." he shivered with the memory.

"It never gets easy," Tim answered. Then he caught himself, shaking his head. "Well, if it gets easy, then it's time to get the hell out."

This is just a nice, sweet first time story.

MAGGIE: "Coffee Theology."
A conversation around the coffee machine.

It was the smell that drew him.

Granted, it was not the absolute premium aroma that it could be; nor was it the light, toasted, appetizing ambrosial scent that it should be. It was burnt, heavy, and nauseating.

But it was coffee, and that was all that mattered to Frank Pembleton at half of nine.

Who could resist a story that starts out like this?  Not a coffee addict like me, that's for certain!

MAGGIE: "For Rememberence."
After Ryland's murder, Frank doesn't know what to do about Tim.

"Rosemary," Frank murmured. "That’s for remembrance.

"Are you calling me Ophelia?"

It was a bit unnerving to both of them how quickly the answering smile came to Frank’s face. "Maybe," he said, leaning back.

"I feel like I’m drowning,Frank." He screwed his eyes shut. There had been enough weeping.

"I know, baby."

There is no resolution to this melancholy snippet but it's wonderfully written and  an interesting look at Frank's reaction to Tim's confession.


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