[FIC] The Division | Chapters 1-2
Title: The Division
Beta: none
Rating: 14-A
Spoilers: Everything up to 8.01 in Supernatural and everything up to 3.02 in Nikita
Warnings: None
Genre: Action, case fic, crossover
Word count: 1455 so far
Summary: Sam and Dean are investigating demonic omens of the bovidae type when they're suddenly surrounded by people with guns. They are taken in to what appears to be a super secret spy base. It's all normal interrogations 101 until demons decide to crash the party.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. This is a work of fiction. No profit is being made off of this work.
Read elsewhere: AO3
CHAPTER 1
“Hands up!”
“Freeze!”
“Lower your weapons!”
Shouts come from all directions and in seconds, Sam and Dean are surrounded. Hell, there are even tiny red dots all over their bodies.
“You look like a digital clown!” Dean informs Sam, chuckling. Sam thinks Dean looks like an ass, but he’s not going to say that because he is a good brother.
Sam slowly lowers his shotgun to the ground and raises his hands above his head. Dean does the same, but like always, he has some sort of shit-eating grin on his face.
A woman emerges from the darkness wearing what appears to be a skin-tight leather suit. Dean whistles and she ignores it.
“Spread ‘em,” she orders.
“Anything for you, gorgeous,” Dean replies. Sam groans and rolls his eyes.
“Shut up,” she orders. She begins patting him down and quickly finds Ruby’s knife, more shotgun shells, a hex bag, a flask full of holy water, a bag of salt, his beretta, and a few other assorted goods.
A man pats Sam down and takes his weapons as well. Sam and Dean are herded into a dark van and cloth bags are placed over their heads and fastened around their necks. The last thing Sam sees before they shut the door is the woman watching them.
Shit.
CHAPTER 2
They're led into separate, sterile interrogation rooms. While unknown agents (demons with guns? When did they start getting creative?) shackle Dean to his chair, he leans back in a show of casual disregard. Meanwhile, in the room next door, Sam is sitting up straight, trying to determine whether he should be pissed or scared. He can't pick one or the other, so he goes with a safe bet of both.
The agents withdraw and each brother is left waiting. Dean lounges and Sam folds his hands in front of him on the table.
In the control room, Ryan is pacing.
“Who the hell are they and how did they find us?” he demands.
Birkhoff shrugs. “Honestly, they just look like a bunch of cannibal farmers to me,” he says, jerking his head in the direction of the screen. Ryan sighs.
Nikita steps forward. “I’ll take that one,” she says, pointing to the screen with Dean, “and Michael can take the other guy.” She strides off before anyone can respond. Michael shrugs and holds his hands out, palms up, in a gesture of peace.
“She’s still bitter about the gorgeous comment,” he guesses.
“Who are you.” It’s a statement, not a question. It’s demanding and it makes Dean sit up just a little bit straighter (but not by much).
“Your dream come true, honey,” he says, oozing sexuality.
Nikita wrinkles her nose. Boy is he sleazy. “Your real name,” she amends.
“Your. Dream,” he replies. “It’s been in the family.” He grins.
“Fine. We can do it that way. If you’re here, you must know who we are and what we do to… intruders.” She slowly stands up and Dean watches her as she rises from her aluminum chair.
“Well isn’t that just hunky dory. What have you got planned for me?” He’s still grinning.
Nikita smiles. “Not for you. Your… friend.” She tilts her head.
He immediately closes up. The grin disappears in a flash, but then it’s back.
“No, no… I uh,” he replies, trying to regain his composure. Nikita recognizes the weakness and pounces.
“No, you’re right. I am your dream come true. But not your friend’s.” She turns to leave, but is stopped by a voice.
“Dean Winchester. That’s my name.”
Nikita turns and looks him over.
“So Dean. Why were you and your friend scoping out our fields?”
Dean almost looks abashed and tries to reach up to scratch the back of his head, but finds his movements constrained by the hancuffs. He jerks on them and then leans forward to rest his elbows on the table instead.
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t actually know you… this… was all down here?” He tries to gesture at the walls around him, but he ends up just jerking his elbows out.
“No,” Nikita replies.
“Well, whatever. I didn’t know there was some super secret spy lab down here. I mean seriously, what the hell dude? We’re just minding our own business and out pops a bunch of freaky deeky spy dudes? Seriously?”
“You were in a restricted area standing over a dead cow. You had a number of weapons and a few… other things. What do you want me to believe?”
Dean grimaces. It sounds worse when she says it.
“We were investigating,” Dean explains.
“Investigating,” she echoes.
“The… cow mutilations?”
“So you didn’t do it.”
“No,” he replies, giving her a questioning glance. Nikita frowns.
“Hey, Nikki!” pipes a voice in her ear. Nikita stands up and quickly exits the room, letting the door close behind her before she responds.
“Hey nerd, what’ve you got?”
“So listen, if this really is the… you know… Dean Winchester he says he is, he’s not only lying, but he’s died twice and he’s wanted for murder. Or, he was. And get this: grave desecration! Oh, and a ton of credit card fraud, a few assaults, a couple impersonating a police officer’s…. seriously, the list goes on.”
“Weird,” she muses. She leans against the wall. “So what? Is he really some psycho freak who goes around killing cows, killing people, and digging up graves?”
“Yeah, seems so. That and he and his friend-which I think is his brother, Sam Winchester, landed in jail for screwing up a robbery. And they had the FBI on their tail for a while. Seriously Nikki, these guys are grade-A freaks.”
“Have you told Michael?”
“Yeah. The other guy is just sitting there.”
Nikita nods, but then realizes that Birkhoff can’t hear her.
“Thanks nerd,” she says, and then steps back into the interrogation room.
“Grave desecration, murder, assault; you’ve got a pretty lengthy rap sheet. You sure you were ‘investigating’ those cow deaths?”
“Seriously? Why does everyone skip to the grave desecration part?” Dean whines. Nikita frowns, but doesn’t say anything. “Whatever, fine. We were investigating those deaths. It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe us. We’ll be out soon enough.”
Alarm bells go off in Nikita’s head and she feels her hair stand on edge.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she says coldly. “Now tell me: why were you here?”
“I already told you! Damnit,” Dear swears. His fists are clenched and his shoulders are tensed.
“I think he’s telling the truth, Nikki,” Birkhoff supplies helpfully. Nikita does too. But it doesn’t really make sense.
“So if you were here investigating those deaths-why? They’re just… beef.”
“Delicious beef,” he agrees. She gives him a withering stare. “Fine. We think some crazy is out killing them.”
“So you’re cops.”
“Not quite.”
“And you’re definitely not FBI because last I heard, they were going after you.”
“No way ma’am, we died in a helicopter crash.” The grin Dean gives her is positively glowing. Nikita sighs.
“Well, if I’m not going to get any answers out of you, I’ll have to talk to your older brother,” she says and then rises to stand.
“Little,” he corrects her automatically. “Sammy’s my little brother.” Nikita nods, keeping her expression schooled. She isn’t quite sure how Sam Winchester could be considered the little brother, but she supposes life isn’t always fair. She smirks to herself and then closes the door behind her.
“Birkhoff, tell Michael to let me talk to Sam.”
“Sure thing Nikki.”
A few seconds pass before Michael stands up and leaves the other interrogation room. He closes the door behind him.
“Anything?” she asks.
He shakes his head. “He’s just sitting there. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was sleeping.”
“This keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?” Nikita sighs.
“Hey,” Michael says, reaching up with his hands to cup Nikita’s face. “I know this wasn’t what we thought life would be like with New Division, but we’ll get through this.”
Nikita sighs, but after a moment’s hesitation, she reaches up and cradles Michael’s hands with her own.
“You’re right. It’s just,” she begins, but stops, sighing. “Weird.”
“Oh, I know,” Michael says. He drops his hands and then walks past her to lean against a wall. “You want me to talk to the other guy? Dean?”
“Yeah, see if you can get anything out of him. He’s pretty protective of Sam. Big brother complex and all.”
“Sam’s the little brother?” Michael responds, trying not to let the surprise show on his face.
“Yeah, I know,” Nikita replies, grinning.
“Well,” Michael says.
“Well,” Nikita says. She squares her shoulders and then opens the door to confront Sam Winchester.
-> Chapter 3
Beta: none
Rating: 14-A
Spoilers: Everything up to 8.01 in Supernatural and everything up to 3.02 in Nikita
Warnings: None
Genre: Action, case fic, crossover
Word count: 1455 so far
Summary: Sam and Dean are investigating demonic omens of the bovidae type when they're suddenly surrounded by people with guns. They are taken in to what appears to be a super secret spy base. It's all normal interrogations 101 until demons decide to crash the party.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. This is a work of fiction. No profit is being made off of this work.
Read elsewhere: AO3
CHAPTER 1
“Hands up!”
“Freeze!”
“Lower your weapons!”
Shouts come from all directions and in seconds, Sam and Dean are surrounded. Hell, there are even tiny red dots all over their bodies.
“You look like a digital clown!” Dean informs Sam, chuckling. Sam thinks Dean looks like an ass, but he’s not going to say that because he is a good brother.
Sam slowly lowers his shotgun to the ground and raises his hands above his head. Dean does the same, but like always, he has some sort of shit-eating grin on his face.
A woman emerges from the darkness wearing what appears to be a skin-tight leather suit. Dean whistles and she ignores it.
“Spread ‘em,” she orders.
“Anything for you, gorgeous,” Dean replies. Sam groans and rolls his eyes.
“Shut up,” she orders. She begins patting him down and quickly finds Ruby’s knife, more shotgun shells, a hex bag, a flask full of holy water, a bag of salt, his beretta, and a few other assorted goods.
A man pats Sam down and takes his weapons as well. Sam and Dean are herded into a dark van and cloth bags are placed over their heads and fastened around their necks. The last thing Sam sees before they shut the door is the woman watching them.
Shit.
CHAPTER 2
They're led into separate, sterile interrogation rooms. While unknown agents (demons with guns? When did they start getting creative?) shackle Dean to his chair, he leans back in a show of casual disregard. Meanwhile, in the room next door, Sam is sitting up straight, trying to determine whether he should be pissed or scared. He can't pick one or the other, so he goes with a safe bet of both.
The agents withdraw and each brother is left waiting. Dean lounges and Sam folds his hands in front of him on the table.
In the control room, Ryan is pacing.
“Who the hell are they and how did they find us?” he demands.
Birkhoff shrugs. “Honestly, they just look like a bunch of cannibal farmers to me,” he says, jerking his head in the direction of the screen. Ryan sighs.
Nikita steps forward. “I’ll take that one,” she says, pointing to the screen with Dean, “and Michael can take the other guy.” She strides off before anyone can respond. Michael shrugs and holds his hands out, palms up, in a gesture of peace.
“She’s still bitter about the gorgeous comment,” he guesses.
“Who are you.” It’s a statement, not a question. It’s demanding and it makes Dean sit up just a little bit straighter (but not by much).
“Your dream come true, honey,” he says, oozing sexuality.
Nikita wrinkles her nose. Boy is he sleazy. “Your real name,” she amends.
“Your. Dream,” he replies. “It’s been in the family.” He grins.
“Fine. We can do it that way. If you’re here, you must know who we are and what we do to… intruders.” She slowly stands up and Dean watches her as she rises from her aluminum chair.
“Well isn’t that just hunky dory. What have you got planned for me?” He’s still grinning.
Nikita smiles. “Not for you. Your… friend.” She tilts her head.
He immediately closes up. The grin disappears in a flash, but then it’s back.
“No, no… I uh,” he replies, trying to regain his composure. Nikita recognizes the weakness and pounces.
“No, you’re right. I am your dream come true. But not your friend’s.” She turns to leave, but is stopped by a voice.
“Dean Winchester. That’s my name.”
Nikita turns and looks him over.
“So Dean. Why were you and your friend scoping out our fields?”
Dean almost looks abashed and tries to reach up to scratch the back of his head, but finds his movements constrained by the hancuffs. He jerks on them and then leans forward to rest his elbows on the table instead.
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t actually know you… this… was all down here?” He tries to gesture at the walls around him, but he ends up just jerking his elbows out.
“No,” Nikita replies.
“Well, whatever. I didn’t know there was some super secret spy lab down here. I mean seriously, what the hell dude? We’re just minding our own business and out pops a bunch of freaky deeky spy dudes? Seriously?”
“You were in a restricted area standing over a dead cow. You had a number of weapons and a few… other things. What do you want me to believe?”
Dean grimaces. It sounds worse when she says it.
“We were investigating,” Dean explains.
“Investigating,” she echoes.
“The… cow mutilations?”
“So you didn’t do it.”
“No,” he replies, giving her a questioning glance. Nikita frowns.
“Hey, Nikki!” pipes a voice in her ear. Nikita stands up and quickly exits the room, letting the door close behind her before she responds.
“Hey nerd, what’ve you got?”
“So listen, if this really is the… you know… Dean Winchester he says he is, he’s not only lying, but he’s died twice and he’s wanted for murder. Or, he was. And get this: grave desecration! Oh, and a ton of credit card fraud, a few assaults, a couple impersonating a police officer’s…. seriously, the list goes on.”
“Weird,” she muses. She leans against the wall. “So what? Is he really some psycho freak who goes around killing cows, killing people, and digging up graves?”
“Yeah, seems so. That and he and his friend-which I think is his brother, Sam Winchester, landed in jail for screwing up a robbery. And they had the FBI on their tail for a while. Seriously Nikki, these guys are grade-A freaks.”
“Have you told Michael?”
“Yeah. The other guy is just sitting there.”
Nikita nods, but then realizes that Birkhoff can’t hear her.
“Thanks nerd,” she says, and then steps back into the interrogation room.
“Grave desecration, murder, assault; you’ve got a pretty lengthy rap sheet. You sure you were ‘investigating’ those cow deaths?”
“Seriously? Why does everyone skip to the grave desecration part?” Dean whines. Nikita frowns, but doesn’t say anything. “Whatever, fine. We were investigating those deaths. It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe us. We’ll be out soon enough.”
Alarm bells go off in Nikita’s head and she feels her hair stand on edge.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she says coldly. “Now tell me: why were you here?”
“I already told you! Damnit,” Dear swears. His fists are clenched and his shoulders are tensed.
“I think he’s telling the truth, Nikki,” Birkhoff supplies helpfully. Nikita does too. But it doesn’t really make sense.
“So if you were here investigating those deaths-why? They’re just… beef.”
“Delicious beef,” he agrees. She gives him a withering stare. “Fine. We think some crazy is out killing them.”
“So you’re cops.”
“Not quite.”
“And you’re definitely not FBI because last I heard, they were going after you.”
“No way ma’am, we died in a helicopter crash.” The grin Dean gives her is positively glowing. Nikita sighs.
“Well, if I’m not going to get any answers out of you, I’ll have to talk to your older brother,” she says and then rises to stand.
“Little,” he corrects her automatically. “Sammy’s my little brother.” Nikita nods, keeping her expression schooled. She isn’t quite sure how Sam Winchester could be considered the little brother, but she supposes life isn’t always fair. She smirks to herself and then closes the door behind her.
“Birkhoff, tell Michael to let me talk to Sam.”
“Sure thing Nikki.”
A few seconds pass before Michael stands up and leaves the other interrogation room. He closes the door behind him.
“Anything?” she asks.
He shakes his head. “He’s just sitting there. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was sleeping.”
“This keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?” Nikita sighs.
“Hey,” Michael says, reaching up with his hands to cup Nikita’s face. “I know this wasn’t what we thought life would be like with New Division, but we’ll get through this.”
Nikita sighs, but after a moment’s hesitation, she reaches up and cradles Michael’s hands with her own.
“You’re right. It’s just,” she begins, but stops, sighing. “Weird.”
“Oh, I know,” Michael says. He drops his hands and then walks past her to lean against a wall. “You want me to talk to the other guy? Dean?”
“Yeah, see if you can get anything out of him. He’s pretty protective of Sam. Big brother complex and all.”
“Sam’s the little brother?” Michael responds, trying not to let the surprise show on his face.
“Yeah, I know,” Nikita replies, grinning.
“Well,” Michael says.
“Well,” Nikita says. She squares her shoulders and then opens the door to confront Sam Winchester.
-> Chapter 3