Title: Scientific Proof
Characters: Danny Messer/Bela Talbot.
au_developments Prompt: 12. Right Here, Right Now
fic_variations Prompt: release (#1)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny has to deal with Bela banging on his door in the middle of the knife.
Author's Note: Part of my Family Ties series. Not sure where it fits in exactly, but it's in there.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Danny was just getting ready to settle in for the night when there was a knock on his door. He was reluctant to actually answer it, and just made his way over to the door to check the peephole and rolled his eyes when he saw who was on the other side. She was really the last person he wanted to see after a day like today, and he wanted to just relax, rather than give himself another headache. He was planning on not answering the door, and hoping that would make her go away, but that, unfortunately, wasn’t what happened. A few minutes later, another knock came on the door. When he tried to ignore that, a voice came instead, breaking through the relative silence of his apartment.
“Open up, Messer! I know you’re in there.”
He sighed heavily before rolling his eyes and making his way to the front door. When he opened it, Bela gave him a thin smirk, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Talbot—how did you find out where I lived?”
“You going to invite me in?”
“No. How did you find me?”
“I have my sources,” she said thinly. “Now are you going to invite me inside like a civilized person, or are we just going to stand out here in the hallway and do this?”
“We’re going to stand in the hallway,” Danny replied, moving out of his apartment and closing the door behind him. Bela’s eyes narrowed slightly, and tilted her head to the side slightly.
“This is a rather private matter, Danny. Might be a better idea if we stepped inside.”
“I don’t want you contaminating my living space. So we’ll do this out here or not at all.”
“It’s about a case,” Bela sighed. “I’m sure you don’t want this aired out here for all the world to see.”
“Bela, maybe I’m not making this clear enough for you,” Danny replied, folding his hands in front of him and pausing for a minute before pointing them at her. “You? Are not going inside my apartment.”
“Fine, fine, I get it. I’m not welcome. I’ll make this fast then, so I don’t waste any more of your time.”
“I know who killed your victim.”
“That case is already closed, Bela—that was the Winchesters.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
Danny gave her a look for a minute, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “Bela, their DNA was all over that place.”
“A demon killed her, and I can prove it.”
“A demon—a demon killed her. Oh, that’s going to go over real well with Mac.”
“I’m aware of Mac Taylor’s disbelief in the supernatural, but I can prove it scientifically,” Bela said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you interested?”
Danny considered this for a minute, before shaking his head. “The proof was irrefutable, Bela. There’s no way that they can prove it’s notthem.”
“Oh, come on Danny—you and I both know that the Winchesters didn’t do it.”
“But we can’t prove it.”
“Yes, we can,” she said with a nod. “Trust me.”
“Oh, perfect, the amoral thief wants me to trust her.”
“Danny, I’m doing this to help the Winchesters, not get you in trouble. You really going to deny them the chance to prove that they were innocent of this crime. To help Lindsay prove it?”
“Don’t drag her into this,” Danny replied. “I feel badly that her family’s involved, but the Winchesters have got rap sheets longer than my arm, and as a matter of fact so do you, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to not waste my evening being dragged around by the seat of my pants by you.”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” Bela rolled her eyes, before turning and heading away from him. “Fine. I’ll go to Mac then. See if he’ll actually take me seriously.”
Danny’s face contorted in confusion, and he watched her as she started to walk away. “You’re dead serious about this, aren’t you?”
She turned back to face him, and held her hands out in an obvious gesture. “Clearly, or I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
Danny studied her for a minute, before moving closer to her, watching her face. “What’s in this for you?”
“I’m sorry?” she frowned, giving him a look. “Why does their have to be something in it for me? Even amoral thieves are capable of doing something out of kindness every once in a while.”
“Not you,” Danny replied, looking her dead in the eye. “You always have a motive, so what’s in it for you?”
Bela’s lips thinned slightly, and she rolled her eyes. “I owe them, alright? They bailed me out, and now I’m bailing them out. Happy?”
There was a moment where it didn’t seem as though Danny had bought it, but he just shook his head slightly, before turning back to his apartment. “Lemme just get my stuff.”
“Thank you,” Bela replied, before crossing her arms and waiting. Danny headed back into his apartment, shaking his head as he did, unbelieving that he was actually doing this. This was going to be a really, really long night.