biani asked for more PRZed fics not yet archived. I liked these very much and didn't find them anywhere else:
Lost and Found
Bodie leaned against the wall of the Cité Metro station while hordes of tourists chattering in a dozen languages surged past him. He took a deep breath and tried not to clench his fists as he waited.
Bloody Paris. Bloody Cowley.
Bloody fucking Raymond Doyle.
I didn't expect it to end like this.
Come to that, I didn't expect it to begin like this, either.