He can feel it, humming under his skin. The wrongness of it, even now that it's back to being right.
Steve should be walking away. They should be working the perp. It's their job. And soon, they'll make the collar, and everyone will go home, and never speak of this again, maybe.
(Even if Danny knows that's already a lie. He'll have to talk about it. Apologize for it. Try to find some way to explain, that will somehow, miraculously, veil the truth.)
He might even pass the clean-up off onto HPD, too. Call them in on the place. Leave it swarming with cops, and just take off.
They're so close. He can hear the man's footsteps behind him.
Leaving him to pause at a door, as if considering it. Not turning. Not looking. Leaving himself out as bait. It won't take --
Iron fingers circle his arm. A sudden bulk next to him, that's not as large as Steve and Steve's familiar shape, and a voice that isn't Steve's comes low into his ear, while Danny allows himself to startle, to look scared.
He mostly just hopes there won't be any concussions, this time around. "I'd decide to take a pass on this one, if I were you."
It's low and rough and angry in his ear, and Danny tests the grip by tugging, only for it to tighten further. "Hey, hey, hey," he says, protesting, his other hand coming up. "I'm just here to have a good time. I don't want to step on anybody's toes, okay? If he's yours --"
The fingers go tighter, and the voice sounds throttled, now. "As if I would debase myself like that. Perverts. Throwing around money. Owning people. You should be in hiding. You should be dead."
"Hey," Danny starts, again, his hand lifting a little further, but it stops dead, when he feels the prick of a needle against the skin at the back of his neck.
He can almost hear the shark grin. "It's alright. You'll be a nice little reminder of why people should behave. Or, you will, when they find you. Now move."
Shoving Danny towards that back door, the one that leads to the alley, with a low laugh, that's probably supposed to be a threat, but, frankly, Danny is feeling pretty fed up with this whole situation, and they have what they need.
"I am so glad you said that," he says, moving toward the door -- they may as well take this outside, keep the disruption to a minimum before they can call HPD -- and opening it, at the man's urging. "Seriously, you just made my whole night."
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Date: 2015-10-16 01:50 am (UTC)He can feel it, humming under his skin. The wrongness of it, even now that it's back to being right.
Steve should be walking away. They should be working the perp. It's their job. And soon, they'll make the collar, and everyone will go home, and never speak of this again, maybe.
(Even if Danny knows that's already a lie. He'll have to talk about it. Apologize for it. Try to find some way to explain, that will somehow, miraculously, veil the truth.)
He might even pass the clean-up off onto HPD, too. Call them in on the place. Leave it swarming with cops, and just take off.
They're so close. He can hear the man's footsteps behind him.
Leaving him to pause at a door, as if considering it. Not turning. Not looking. Leaving himself out as bait. It won't take --
Iron fingers circle his arm. A sudden bulk next to him, that's not as large as Steve and Steve's familiar shape, and a voice that isn't Steve's comes low into his ear, while Danny allows himself to startle, to look scared.
He mostly just hopes there won't be any concussions, this time around. "I'd decide to take a pass on this one, if I were you."
It's low and rough and angry in his ear, and Danny tests the grip by tugging, only for it to tighten further. "Hey, hey, hey," he says, protesting, his other hand coming up. "I'm just here to have a good time. I don't want to step on anybody's toes, okay? If he's yours --"
The fingers go tighter, and the voice sounds throttled, now. "As if I would debase myself like that. Perverts. Throwing around money. Owning people. You should be in hiding. You should be dead."
"Hey," Danny starts, again, his hand lifting a little further, but it stops dead, when he feels the prick of a needle against the skin at the back of his neck.
He can almost hear the shark grin. "It's alright. You'll be a nice little reminder of why people should behave. Or, you will, when they find you. Now move."
Shoving Danny towards that back door, the one that leads to the alley, with a low laugh, that's probably supposed to be a threat, but, frankly, Danny is feeling pretty fed up with this whole situation, and they have what they need.
"I am so glad you said that," he says, moving toward the door -- they may as well take this outside, keep the disruption to a minimum before they can call HPD -- and opening it, at the man's urging. "Seriously, you just made my whole night."