A harmless group of Druids capture the interest of the Folly, as they venture into dangerous territory.

Abigail thinks she knows what the world is like. Then Aunt Mamusu shows up with the news of Cousin Peter's new job.

(Set during Broken Homes) - Abdul accidentally listens in on a conversation of Peter and Lesley about Thomas and him.

Peter hadn't realised the most worrying thing he could hear from Nightingale was "I think you'd better drive,", but so begins his quest to get his boss home. Roughly set between Moon Over Soho and Whispers Underground.

Peter and Nightingale are called to the Epping Forest to investigate a potential werewolf and discover a missing woman, a family shattered by grief, and a case that hits far too close to home.

A collection of drabbles, one-shots, and miscellaneous moments. Not necessarily connected to one another. Generally Peter and Nightingale-centered, but not necessarily Starlingale. Rated T for now.

"I just have to ask, Thomas. Given the circumstances, could it have been a werewolf?" "Don't be ridiculous, Abdul. Werewolves have been extinct in the British Isles for over two centuries. There's no reason to worry about that." As much as Peter respects Nightingale's expertise in these matters, this time he would like to differ. (Pre-Slash)

A vague tip off leads Peter and Nightingale to an antiques fair in Surrey in search of mystery magical object. Set shortly after the of Moon over Soho, week or so after Peter talks to Lesley. Sort of pre Peter/Nightingale but nothing happens between them in this fic.

Memories and thoughts can both be tricky things, ready to ambush you at awkward moments when you least expect it. Peter deals with things by not actually dealing with it at all and wonders what Nightingale does. Unbeta'd. Companion piece to At The Going Down Of The Sun. This one is Peter POV, the other was Nightingale's.

Few knew what happened at Ettersberg or the of the presence of wizards in the war. And while Nightingale knows that it can never be public knowledge, on Remembrance Day he lays a wreath all the same.

It is said that to have loved and lost is preferable to having never loved at all. Nightingale was never sure whether it was true or not, both carried with them their own particular kind of loss.

When Nightingale disappears, Peter tries to find out what happened to him. But with the London Olympics opening in a few days and a string of magical crimes across the city, he can't afford to let any more major tourist attractions blow up either.

When Molly was brought to the Folly, the kitchen became her refuge. 100 word-drabble, not counting end-notes.

I invited Nightingale but he said he couldn't leave Molly alone on Christmas day and it wasn't until I was squashed onto the sofa and watching the Christmas episode of Doctor Who that I realized he hadn't said precisely why. - PC Peter Grant, "Whispers Under Ground" 100-word drabble inspired by the above quote. No spoilers.

How did Peter and Nightingale cope with magical problems that arose when Nightingale was on medical leave? Set between 'Rivers of London' and 'Moon over Soho', no particular spoilers for later books.

A Missing Scene fic, near the end of Moon Over Soho. The last in the trilogy of stories I had intended to write, just to scoop up a few last questions I had about motivations.

Another Missing Scene; My interpretaton of the most recent interesting gap in the narrative. What happened between the Nightingale and the Night Witch after her arrest... NB this story takes place near the end of Broken Homes and therefore contains significant spoilers. You have been warned.

Rivers of London short story on questions I had asked myself about the fascinating DCI Nightingale. How does he get by in a world where everyone is on a database? If he's been reverse ageing since 1966, why doesn't he look 19? As a humble homage, my potential answers to these and other questions, in the gap the author has left for such as I to fill with our own imaginations.