Title: Deals with the Devil
Characters: Danny Messer/Bela Talbot, Don Flack
au_developments Prompt: 3. Before
Content Warning: Spoilers through 315: Time is on my Side
Summary: Bela appears at Danny's front door. Again.
Author's Note: For defy_n_gravity. What happened to Bela isn't really something you can ignore, ya know? But -- I'm gonna fix it? I think? Maybe?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY or Supernatural. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“I don’t usually do that.”
They’re the first words out of her mouth when Danny opened his door, and he frowned slightly. She looked flustered. Nervous. Bela Talbot never looked either, not in the time he had known her. In fact, this seemed strangely out of character for her, and he wasn’t sure if that should be considered a good thing or a bad thing.
“What’re you talkin’ about, Bela?” he frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned in the doorway. It had been months since he’d seen her, and for some reason she was knocking on his door to tell him something, and he didn’t even know what she was referring to.
“The whole—random sexual encounter. I don’t—I usually don’t—” It was like she was torn between two thoughts, both of them fighting over which would come out first. She closed her eyes, looking down at her hands for a moment before glancing back up at him. “When it comes to sex, I’m usually all talk.”
Danny arched an eyebrow at that one. He had to admit, she was looking incredibly vulnerable right about now, and part of him was enjoying that. It was nice to have her not be completely in control, to see if she was actually capable of being something other than cold and calculating. It was part of the reason why he had caught her by surprise with that kiss, and part of the reason why they had fought when she kicked him out of bed. She didn’t like being vulnerable, and months down the road the fact that she was here, actually being so, was putting him incredibly on edge.
“So you’re just a tease, then?” Danny said, giving her a look, and her eyes snapped up, flashing back at him as her hands fell to her hips.
“That’s not my point.”
“Then what is, Bela?” he asked. “Please tell me, so that I can get back to sleep and move on with my evening.”
At that her eyes hardened again, and the Bela he knew and despised was back in control. She tightened her jacket around herself, and started to walk away, turning on her heel and stalking down the hallway. “Forget it. I knew this was a mistake.”
“No, no, no, no, no—” Danny’s eyes narrowed as he followed her. “You don’t get to storm off on me. Not this time.”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” she said with a glare. “You clearly want me gone, so I’ll just get out of your way.”
“No—Bela—” he started to reach for her hand but she yanked it away for him.
“Doesn’t matter. Too late now anyway.”
“Too late for what?”
“Just—forget it, Danny.”
He let her walk away, watching as she got into the elevator and disappeared from his sight. He watched her go, running a hand through his hair and trying to figure out what the hell all this was supposed to mean. But whatever it was, he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was definitely not good.
Danny was woken up by the sound of his cell phone ringing, and groaned, running a hand over his face as he reached over to flip the phone open. “Messer,” he said sleepily.
“Hey, it’s Flack—we’ve got a DOA down in Brooklyn, Mac wanted me to call you in.”
“Sure,” he sighed, reaching for a piece of paper. “What’s the address?” Flack rattled it off, and Danny nearly dropped the phone. He knew that address. He knew that address well, actually.
“I’ll—I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone, pushing himself up and starting to get dressed, wondering how this could have possibly happened. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head.
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Bela?”