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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.

WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd.

These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.

Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/ Supernatural/Twilight

Just send me a message with a pairing and a prompt.

Dark Disaster wants... Tim/Harry/Eric (CSI: Miami)

Sometimes when working a crime scene, the case hits close to home. For Tim Speedle and Eric Delko, this was one of those times. Both men couldn't wait until they finished to get back to their shared flat, and to their shared lover, even if it was late into the night, and logically speaking a Wizard could take out a muggle, especially a Wizard that had survived through a war.

They didn't take long to find the criminal, and even less to get Horatio to send them home before they were finished.

"We all need to be with our loved ones when a case overwhelms us." Was all the man said to them before raising an eyebrow and staring at the two until they thanked him and left, trying to look calm and collected and not irrationally panicked.

As it was, it didn't take the two CSIs long to drive home and creep into their flat, conscious of the fact that it was almost two o'clock in the morning. Eric dropped his keys onto the side table by the bedroom door, making the sound of the meeting objects loud in the otherwise quiet room.

"Keep quiet." Tim hissed at Eric, slipping out of his shoes while unbuckling his trousers.

"I'm not the only one making all the noise," Eric grumbled back, already stripped down to his boxers, clothes left haphazardly on the carpeted floor by his feet.

Tim glared at him, toeing off his socks. Eric moved closer to him and planted a quick kiss to his mouth, rolling the bottom lip with his teeth for a second when he pulled back. Tim blinked and his face softened a little before he stood up straighter next to him. They stared at the sleeping Harry, taking in the half-naked form hungrily.

Tim and Eric shared a look before they both silently nodded and crept over to the bed that held their sleeping lover. They only paused for one moment to carefully pull back the covers and slowly climbed onto the bed, Tim crawling up one side while Eric took the other until the two men were level with the oblivious Harry. The recent memories of a man screaming for his dead lover echoed in their heads, and as one they shuddered and moved closer to Harry, taking in the warmth that emanated from the living body beside them. The rhythmic movement of Harry's chest and the quiet inhale and exhale of Harry's breath calmed their frantic states of mind, and both let out a breath they didn't realise they held.

"Do you ever think that we're putting Harry's life into harms way?" Tim asked Eric softly, propping himself up on an elbow, a finger moving to trace the faded lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead. "Because that's what I feel we're doing."

"Yeah, me too. Everyday." Eric drank in Harry's unguarded face. "I fear that we might just piss someone off enough to want to get revenge."

"Well, we won't let that happen." Tim said darkly.

Eric nodded and wrapped his arms around Harry from behind, pulling him flush against his body. Tim gently raised one of Harry's and placed it over his waist while he nuzzled his nose against Harry's messy hair. Both their hands joined on top of Harry's chest, above his heart so that they could both feel consistent beat.

"Love you both," Tim whispered, causing Harry to stir.

"We love you too," Eric grinned, interlocking his legs with Harry's, and pressing against Tim's.

Harry squirmed a little and muttered something.

"What was that?" Eric inquired, ignoring the reprimanding look Tim sent him and disentangling their fingers to glide his hand down Harry's chest.

"Quiet." Harry demanded groggily. "Need. Sleep."

"Alright, Love," Eric replied guiltily.

Harry snuggled down into Eric's arms, one of his own tightening around Tim and making the other shift closer. Tim pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead and Harry sighed, his eyes fluttering open momentarily to show sleepy emerald eyes before they closed again, smiling softly when Tim's hand moved to rest on his thigh next to Eric's which now rested on Harry's hip. Harry purred quietly when Eric's hand slipped underneath his sleeping pants, but that was as far as Eric went. All three were just content to hold each other.

For the next one I'm thinking I will put lemon in it. Also, who watched the Merlin episode on Saturday: 'Queen of Hearts'? Old Merlin was funny. And poor Arthur and Gwen :(. And now I'm going to have a doze in front of the TV with some soup, I haven't been feeling 100% in the past few days. I swear, schools are breeding grounds for illnesses. You go there to learn, and you come out at the end of the day sick. The weather doesn't help, either.