A very short story that I just quickly wrote out to show my support for the 100 Motive Fics before Season Three Challenge. I'm still not healed from the finale of season two, so this is once more a reflection of that. Hope this story makes sense.

I know that this will be like the third Christmas story, but I love the holiday! You can never get enough Christmas cheer, right?

My first attempt at Motive fanfiction. Vega's point of view on season's two finale. Angie's struggling with her personal demons and doesn't realize in the process she's breaking her unbreakable partner. Please read and leave me a review. (One-Shot)

Quick one-shot around Christmas time in response to a couple requests all at once. A turn of events brings our favorite partners a little closer together.

One shot featuring our beloved duo. Hope you all stay healthy and happy this holiday season!

It's cold outside and Angie does NOT like winter. So what happens when the heat goes out at Angie's house? Fun little story inspired by the cold weather that has swept the nation this past week.

Two undercover partners and one very interesting situation. Who knows what could happen?

They never talk about it. There's nothing to say, really. She hates to sleep alone and he likes the way she feels in his arms. It's that simple.

He knew instantly that tiger lilies were the right choice, knew the moment the florist had informed him that they meant 'dare you to love me,' and that was exactly what he was going to do; he was going to dare Angie Flynn to love him. (FLUFF)

Apparently, all it takes is a not so subtle shove from our favorite doctor do get these two moving in the right direction...sounds simple enough. [Maturity suggested when reading this piece, but I rated it T so you all don't have to search for it.]

What do you get with misconceptions, another woman, and a dog as they come into play with our favorite crime-fighting duo. I think it's time for us to call it like it is, don't you?

Angie Flynn hated Valentine's Day, but maybe this year was going to be different. Fluff.

Everything changed in one week. Monday, he placed his hand on the small of her back. Tuesday, he held her hand. Wednesday, whenever he stood next to her, she couldn't breathe. Thursday, he kissed her. And Friday, nothing. But sometimes nothing can lead to smut. One-shot.

Prompt - Write something you'd like to see in Season 3. Answer - Angie's suspension, and Oscar's subsequent dealings. Title is taken from a song by Barcelona.

She had her flaws and he had his faults and neither of them was perfect, but they were perfect for each other. Flynn and Vega One-shot.

"You, Angie, need to figure out what you want." There's always more behind the silence than there are behind the words. And Angie is the master of the unspoken, and Oscar is the one who has always stood by her, but how much longer can he be the only one fighting?

Let's just say Oscar Vega's father gets remarried - yet again...and Angie and Oscar attend the wedding together - yet again. Needless to say, it's a little AU.

He loves her, and that is the beginning of everything. This is what he will tell his daughter, when she asks about her mother...

"Everyone should see Paris before they die." "I've never been to Paris. Really!"

It began just as sex. Two friends finding comfort in one another, but it quickly involved into something deeper, something real, and it resembled something that could promise forever. A Five Part Arc on the evolution of the Flynn and Vega relationship.

Just a short story (500 words) that I hope you enjoy while I work on some other bits for you.

What happens when unforeseen circumstances cause Angie Flynn to realize that she's not the only one who has managed to build walls to protect herself? And what's the shortest distance between two broken hearts?

Tried to post earlier but the format was messed up! (My life is a nightmare) Again, it's a one shot, super sappy! Please read and review! :)

Flynn and Vega and the atlas of events that led them to where they are today.

He could only describe it as gravity; that force that always drew them together.