Hopefully my second attempt at commenting will retain all the starry-eyed adulation of the first.:)
I think you're brilliant. The way you spun this together, and the way you incorporated the ensemble, and the details that are so imbued with meaning... gah. *has giant fic-crush on you*
Organization of things I adore which may or may not devolve into mindless squee:
1. Your Grace here is so much more likable than canon!Grace. I adore her enchantment with Alicia's professional world, and how she takes it all so SERIOUSLY.
2. Alicia's bittersweet reveries about her little girl growing up almost made ME a little teary. And loved Kalinda not understanding it at all (this is the woman whose solution to parenting issues is "get your tubes tied"), but being endeared by it all the same.
3. Grace's reaction to Will, and Kalinda seeing evidence of Alicia's genes in the poker face -- PRICELESS.
4. OMFG KALINDA AND BABIES JSJAKSJDJDLAFS.
5. LOL at David Lee. He's so sly.:)
6. Okay, I know this isn't an uber-explicit shippy fic or anything. But Kalinda taking Alicia's daughter to the meeting? Makes me see puppies and sparkles and hearts and unicorns.
7. On a related note, this whole thing:
“Okay,” Alicia said skeptically. She paused. “But don’t— don’t flirt in front of her,” she said finally. “Don’t use your… wiles to get the information you want, or, or—” she raised her voice over the sound of Kalinda’s pealing laughter “—if you do, for god’s sakes do it subtly. If she comes back asking me for—for leather boots and a lock-picking kit, you don’t want to know what I’ll do.”
“No?” Kalinda looked up from under her eyelashes. “And what might that be?”
If I could take any lines of any fic to a hotel room for a night to do illicit and unspeakable and possibly illegal acts with, IT WOULD BE THESE. BRILLIANT.
8. Willicia. "Then the stick hadn't turned blue." D: D: OICWYDT. YOU'RE EVEN SLYER THAN DAVID LEE.
9. I love that Kalinda knows poetry. And that she knows tragic poetry. And that she thinks of Alicia and tragic poetry and compares them. And I just love them. And you.
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I think you're brilliant. The way you spun this together, and the way you incorporated the ensemble, and the details that are so imbued with meaning... gah. *has giant fic-crush on you*
Organization of things I adore which may or may not devolve into mindless squee:
1. Your Grace here is so much more likable than canon!Grace. I adore her enchantment with Alicia's professional world, and how she takes it all so SERIOUSLY.
2. Alicia's bittersweet reveries about her little girl growing up almost made ME a little teary. And loved Kalinda not understanding it at all (this is the woman whose solution to parenting issues is "get your tubes tied"), but being endeared by it all the same.
3. Grace's reaction to Will, and Kalinda seeing evidence of Alicia's genes in the poker face -- PRICELESS.
4. OMFG KALINDA AND BABIES JSJAKSJDJDLAFS.
5. LOL at David Lee. He's so sly.:)
6. Okay, I know this isn't an uber-explicit shippy fic or anything. But Kalinda taking Alicia's daughter to the meeting? Makes me see puppies and sparkles and hearts and unicorns.
7. On a related note, this whole thing:
“Okay,” Alicia said skeptically. She paused. “But don’t— don’t flirt in front of her,” she said finally. “Don’t use your… wiles to get the information you want, or, or—” she raised her voice over the sound of Kalinda’s pealing laughter “—if you do, for god’s sakes do it subtly. If she comes back asking me for—for leather boots and a lock-picking kit, you don’t want to know what I’ll do.”
“No?” Kalinda looked up from under her eyelashes. “And what might that be?”
If I could take any lines of any fic to a hotel room for a night to do illicit and unspeakable and possibly illegal acts with, IT WOULD BE THESE. BRILLIANT.
8. Willicia. "Then the stick hadn't turned blue." D: D: OICWYDT. YOU'RE EVEN SLYER THAN DAVID LEE.
9. I love that Kalinda knows poetry. And that she knows tragic poetry. And that she thinks of Alicia and tragic poetry and compares them. And I just love them. And you.
Never stop doing this. Eeeever.