Stake Out
Title: Stake Out
Author: kick_back_80s
Pairing(s): None, although it hints at possibly eventually Sulu/Chekov
Rating: PG
Summary: Chekov hates stake outs the most out of all the activities the Mafia makes him do.
Notes: This was originally supposed to be for this prompt at st_xi_kink. Did it go that way? ...Not quite...
Warnings: AU
Chekov hates stake outs the most out of all the activities the Mafia makes him do. They're devoid of action, yet require the most secrecy. The only thing this particular job has going for it is the target, a young Yakuza that's pleasing to the eye (or, at least, Chekov's eyes). It'll be a shame, Chekov thinks, as he starts up the car to follow the one the target has just gotten in, if he has to kill the man.
--
"I've seen you outside the building," the man Chekov's been watching says as he sits down next to him at the bar.
"Oh?" Chekov asks, eyes on his drink.
"Yes. I figure, if we're going to be seeing each other frequently, even if it's from a distance, names should be exchanged."
Chekov looks at the man through the mirror hanging behind the bar. "You first."
"Sulu. Hikaru Sulu."
Chekov nods. "Pavel Chekov."
"Nice to meet you," Sulu says, before standing up and disappearing back into the crowd.
"I'm going to have to keep a lower profile," Chekov tells his vodka when he can no longer see the back of Sulu's head.
--
Two days after their meeting in the bar, something actually happens while Chekov is watching Sulu. While it could be nothing, that's not a risk Chekov is willing to take, so he jots down a description of the man talking to Sulu, watches them as they both look around the street and then conclude their conversation. And, unless Chekov's halluciating, then the man definitely handed Sulu a piece of paper.
Chekov sticks around long enough to see Sulu head back into the building, writes up a short report underneath the description of the man, slips the piece of paper in an unmarked envelope and gets out of the car to deposit it at the drop off point.
--
The knock on the car window startles Chekov. The face that accompanies the knock startles him more. Chekov reaches over to the other side of the car, his fingers clumsy as he unlocks the door.
"You still out here?" Sulu asks, once he's sitting next to Chekov, door locked again.
Chekov nods, risks looking over at Sulu.
Sulu's smiling, watching Chekov. "See anything interesting?"
Chekov stares out at the street, working on keeping his nervousness hidden. "No. Nothing... too interesting." It's a lie, and he's sure they both know that, and, dammit, where's his gun anyway?
Sulu chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, Mr. Chekov, enjoy your stake out." And then he's unlocking and opening the door, leaving Chekov alone again.
With a sigh, Chekov's head hits the steering wheel.
Author: kick_back_80s
Pairing(s): None, although it hints at possibly eventually Sulu/Chekov
Rating: PG
Summary: Chekov hates stake outs the most out of all the activities the Mafia makes him do.
Notes: This was originally supposed to be for this prompt at st_xi_kink. Did it go that way? ...Not quite...
Warnings: AU
Chekov hates stake outs the most out of all the activities the Mafia makes him do. They're devoid of action, yet require the most secrecy. The only thing this particular job has going for it is the target, a young Yakuza that's pleasing to the eye (or, at least, Chekov's eyes). It'll be a shame, Chekov thinks, as he starts up the car to follow the one the target has just gotten in, if he has to kill the man.
--
"I've seen you outside the building," the man Chekov's been watching says as he sits down next to him at the bar.
"Oh?" Chekov asks, eyes on his drink.
"Yes. I figure, if we're going to be seeing each other frequently, even if it's from a distance, names should be exchanged."
Chekov looks at the man through the mirror hanging behind the bar. "You first."
"Sulu. Hikaru Sulu."
Chekov nods. "Pavel Chekov."
"Nice to meet you," Sulu says, before standing up and disappearing back into the crowd.
"I'm going to have to keep a lower profile," Chekov tells his vodka when he can no longer see the back of Sulu's head.
--
Two days after their meeting in the bar, something actually happens while Chekov is watching Sulu. While it could be nothing, that's not a risk Chekov is willing to take, so he jots down a description of the man talking to Sulu, watches them as they both look around the street and then conclude their conversation. And, unless Chekov's halluciating, then the man definitely handed Sulu a piece of paper.
Chekov sticks around long enough to see Sulu head back into the building, writes up a short report underneath the description of the man, slips the piece of paper in an unmarked envelope and gets out of the car to deposit it at the drop off point.
--
The knock on the car window startles Chekov. The face that accompanies the knock startles him more. Chekov reaches over to the other side of the car, his fingers clumsy as he unlocks the door.
"You still out here?" Sulu asks, once he's sitting next to Chekov, door locked again.
Chekov nods, risks looking over at Sulu.
Sulu's smiling, watching Chekov. "See anything interesting?"
Chekov stares out at the street, working on keeping his nervousness hidden. "No. Nothing... too interesting." It's a lie, and he's sure they both know that, and, dammit, where's his gun anyway?
Sulu chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, Mr. Chekov, enjoy your stake out." And then he's unlocking and opening the door, leaving Chekov alone again.
With a sigh, Chekov's head hits the steering wheel.