A/N: Huh. Can't believe no-ones written this crossover before…

You Know I'm No Good

He's sitting all alone by the bar, fingers fiddling with the slip of yellow paper in his pocket. He feels wide-eyed and alert, because it's a long time since he's worked a job without his normal group, and it's been even longer since he's been around here.

Then this gorgeous blonde bombshell sits next to him and he buys her a drink because she's got those eyes that whisper, "Come here," and he can't believe a girl like her would keep talking to a guy like him.

There isn't really anyone else around here though, so he's starting to get nervous. But then she tells him her name, "Belle," and he thinks Thank God, because he really likes this one.

Suddenly they're on their way to his room and her eyes are full of promise and he thinks that maybe he really likes this place and maybe working in London wouldn't be so bad if girls like that talked to guys in bars like him.

And then she's gone in a flustered whirlwind and he's left stunned at the sidelines because wow, she might be nuts but she's his kind of girl and she sure makes a hell of an impression.

He figures it's for the best anyway, since he's only here because he's got a job to do. So he goes back down to the bar and sits there and waits for hours but nothing happens and he figures life's funny like that and sometimes these things happen.

It's a while before he realises that he can't leave this city because all his passport and papers are gone and shit, there's no way he could talk his way through all that legal bollocks to get new ones.

He sticks his hands in his pockets and is a little surprised to find his fingers touching the crumpled paper of a little yellow post-it, and he opens it up and glimpses H. Baxter scribbled on it in black ink. He screws it up and throws it in the bin and figures some people just get lucky.

He hears a noise like paper sliding, and looks up to the door and sees a very familiar envelope being pushed under the gap. He opens it and grins, because crouching down and looking as flustered as she was last night is beautiful Belle.

Then she tells him to call her 'Hannah' and his smiles slips a bit because that's a name that starts with H and he has a horrible sinking feeling that her last name is Baxter.