Title: Frustrating Woman
Characters: Danny Messer/Bela Talbot.
au_developments Prompt: 24. Watch
fic_variations Prompt: release (#2)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: They go to the crime scene, but they do more bickering than actual work.
Author's Note: Part of my Family Ties series. Follows Scientific Proof.
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 could feel her eyes on him as he made his way back onto the crime scene. They were lucky the place was still sealed; the clean up crew hadn’t been through it yet. Setting his evidence kit down on the floor, he tried not to squirm too much at the way she was watching him—she was intense, and not in a good way. And she had her moments where she wasn’t as intense, but he could never be sure if she was just playing him, or what she was showing him was genuine. So he kept his guard up, and tried not to turn his back on her more than he had to. It was the only way something like this would work.
“So,” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and turning to look at her. “Where is this scientific evidence for demons existing?”
“Well, if I remember the crime scene report correctly,” she said slowly, walking past him. “You and Mac collected traces of sulfur in the room, yeah?”
Danny’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, watching her as she went past him. “How did you get your hands on the crime scene report?”
“I have my connections,” she said simply before looking out the window. “You did find sulfur, didn’t you?”
“We did,” Danny replied slowly. “It was odd; we thought it might help connect us to our killer.”
“You were right, but did you find any trace of sulfur on the Winchester brothers?”
“Well—no,” Danny sighed. “But with their past record, and the fact that Dean was leaning over the body when the officers arrived on the scene.”
“Look at the crime, Danny. Dean Winchester is strong, but do you really thing he’s capable of turning someone’s head a full one hundred eighty degrees?”
Danny closed his eyes for a minute, before shaking his head. “Have you seen his record, Bela? The murders they’ve accused him of? I wouldn’t be surprised if this was just another step upwards for him.”
Bela rolled her eyes, before making her way to the window. “Was any of Dean’s DNA on the body? You said it was all over the room, but there was none on the body, was there?”
“That didn’t seem a little odd to you.”
“He could have been meticulous with the body, and didn’t think about the rest of the room.”
“Danny, if Dean is the cold blooded master mind that you’re assuming he is, you’d think that he would clean up more than whatever DNA was left on the body, yeah? He would be a bit more careful than that.”
“Well, sometimes people slip up. It happens.”
“Danny, you don’t know Dean very well,” she began, placing a hand on her hip. “So let me tell you something about him—he’s a bloody idiot. He couldn’t find his ass with his own two hands if he didn’t get so much of it, and most of the time he nearly gets himself killed trying to save people, not kill them.”
“That’s a very—moving—character testimony, Bela, but that’s not scientific evidence. Face it, the only way the boys are going to get out of this is if someone breaks them out.”
“Or your killer strikes again?” she replied, raising an eyebrow.
“If it’s ruled to not be a copycat, yes,” Danny sighed, running a hand over his face. “Satisfied?”
“No,” she sighed, before shaking her head. “But apparently there’s not much I can do about it.”
“What do you owe them for, anyway?”
Her face changed instantly from one of regret to one of annoyance. She rolled her eyes before starting towards the door. “That’s none of your business.”
“Oh, c’mon—don’t you think you owe me that much for going with you on this.”
“No, actually—I don’t,” she replied with a smirk. “So deal with it.”
Danny sighed heavily, picking up his kit and following her out the door. “You’re so damn frustrating, you know that?”
“It’s my job, love—better get used to it.”
“No, I actually,” he said, continuing to follow her back to the car, shouting at her back the entire time. “I don’t have to get used to it. There’s nothing to get used to because we don’t have to see each other again.”
“We don’t?” She turned around and faced him with a slight pout. “And here I was enjoying these little get togethers.”
“I’m sure you do. People like you get off on dragging people around for no good reason.”
“I did have a reason—I was the one who was trying to free the Winchesters, you’re the one who won’t help me.”
“And this is really helping, Bela? Going back to the crime scene, where there’s no way we can find the evidence for what we think did this?”
“Well, I figured it was at least worth a shot, considering you still haven’t tied up all your loose ends. But apparently, I was wrong. I’ll make a note of that in the future.”
“You do that,” Danny replied, rolling his eyes before going to put his kit in the back of the car. “Are we done, now? You won’t be showing up at my front door on a perfectly good evening anymore?”
She smirked slightly at that. “As far as this matter is concerned, yes. But I don’t make any promises for the future.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t,” he rolled his eyes before slamming the car door. “Goodbye, Bela—go bug someone else.”
The smirk dropped slightly at that, her lips thinning slightly before she turned on her heel and made her way back towards her own car. “I’ll do that.”
Once she was gone, he shook his head before climbing into the driver’s seat, rubbing his eyes slightly as he did. “—Damn infuriating woman.”