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Title: Special Victims Unit (Chapter 18: Sometimes We Make Mistakes)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Not sure yet…definitely Billy/Daniel…probably more…dunno yet…it’s a mystery!
Summary: Billy Martin and partner Daniel Johns have a new case on their hands. It seems like a no-brainer, but then things get a little strange. Suspects end up dead or missing, evidence doesn’t fit, and a partnership is questioned…(bare with me, people…ages just don’t matter in this one…also these will be very short chapters. Don’t say I didn’t warn you)
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, never happened.
Tony looked over his shoulder, and I stared straight at Daniel, who looked as if he was about to faint. For the longest moment, no one moved, or breathed, or spoke, until finally the silence became more painful than the situation. “Danny…I…”
“Don’t,” Daniel said, his eyes locking coldly on Tony.
Still panting, Tony looked straight at Daniel, not quite knowing what to do, and I can’t say I blamed him. Slowly, gracefully, he slid off of me and sat next to me on the sofa, his eyes quickly averting to the floor. I looked at him and saw that he was sorry, but it didn’t register just then and I looked back at Daniel. “Danny,” I tried again. “I…I’m sorry…I…”
“Forget it, William. Just…forget it.” He tried to hide the pain in his voice, but neither one of us were really good at hiding things from the other, that’s why we were such great partners. “Have fun with your little college boy.” He turned then, making a quick exit, and I’m sure he didn’t hear me call his name before the door slammed.
“Fuck!” I screamed, grabbing blindly for my pants.
“Billy…” Tony pleaded, touching my arm lightly.
I flung my arm away from his touch and looked at him piercingly. “Don’t touch me,” I said. I wasn’t really mad at him…well, actually, in a way I was, but I was more mad at me. But in that moment, my brain, like that of a normal male, felt the need to blame somebody other than myself. “I’m going after him and when I come back I don’t want you here, understand?” He looked hurt…even more hurt than when he’d walked into my apartment, only this time I didn’t care. I watched him reach for his clothes with a scowl on my face. “Shit,” I huffed. “Why they hell’d I get mixed up with a kid like you anyway?” I tugged my pants on and stood up to button them.
His blue eyes shot up to meet mine and through the tears of pain in his eyes, he managed to glare at me, the glare I knew so well from him. “I’m not a fucking kid!” he yelled defensively, pulling on his boxers and standing up. “And it’s not my fault you fucking wanted me, either! If you loved him so god damn much, you would’ve never fucked me in the first place, Detective!”
Moving so that our faces were inches apart, I breathed hard and deep, trying not to hit him. “I do love him,” I said, my voice a low rumble. “And I’m going to go to him and fix this whole mess and if I never see you again it’ll be too soon. You’re just a manipulative, conniving, self-centered kid, whether you think so or not. Do not, and I repeat do not come near me again unless I call you or you have something that’s beneficial to the case at hand.”
“Yes sir,” he taunted, stepping up even closer to me. For a brief second, I think the fire in both of our eyes could have warmed the whole complex, but then he stepped away and put his pants on, not even bothering with his shirt before he walked out, slamming my door behind him.
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“Danny!” I screamed, banging hard on his door. “Danny! Open the door, I know you’re there!” No response. “Danny!!”
“Go the fuck away!”
“No! I need to talk to you!” I turned to a noise I heard behind me and saw a neighbor poking her little gray head out of her own door to see what all the fuss was about. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “Danny! Danny, I will stand here until I get arrested for disturbing the peace, I swear to God!”
“Good!”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, stop being immature!” The door flung open and I stepped back quickly, seeing the hatred for me flashing like lightening in his eyes. “Th-that’s better,” I stuttered. “Can…can I come in?”
“No,” he said, as if it were the most obvious answer in the universe. “Get the fuck away from me, you son of a bitch.”
“Danny, please…”
“Stop calling me that! You never called me that before we…” he trailed off, his eyes finding the little old lady across the hall. With a frustrated sigh, he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, closing the door behind him. “What the fuck do you want, Billy? Where’s your Boy Wonder? You didn’t honestly leave him all alone in your apartment, did you? Fuck, I thought you were smarter than that…”
“Danny, he’s-”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
I sighed. “He’s gone. Like, seriously gone. I’m never gonna see him again.”
“How many times?” Daniel asked. He turned around and walked over to the couch before I could answer. As he sat down, his eyes drifted back to where I stood, unmoving, in the same spot. “Did you hear me, Billy, or do I have to repeat myself?”
“I…we…” I couldn’t answer him. Stupid me thought it would be so easy, I would just waltz in there, tell him I was sorry, and we’d make up and kiss and everything would be alright again like in a movie. Boy was I wrong.
“It’s a simple question, Billy. How many times did you fuck him? Or, let him fuck you, maybe?”
“No!” I said, shaking my head and feeling all the more confused. “No, I didn’t let him…with me…I just…” I sighed, figuring I just wasn’t winning. “Twice. We went together twice.”
He nodded slowly, and I could feel the hate in him build up. Honestly, I was ready for anything, especially were he to blow up at me and curse me out or whatever, but it never came. Instead, he stayed incredibly calm, which I think scared me more than if he were to get angry and freak out, and stood back up, walking passed me and to the door, opening it wide. “That’ll be all then,” he said quietly, his right leg starting to bounce a little.
I sighed and walked out, turning around one last time to see his eyes downcast to the floor. “Daniel…I’m really sorry…”
“For what?” he asked, looking up at me finally. “For getting caught?”
I closed my eyes and gave a defeated sigh, then I heard the door close. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to the door. “I never meant to hurt you.” As I turned to leave, a small noise caught my attention. It sounded like a small sob, then as if he had braced himself against the door and slowly slid down until he was sitting. The image it painted in my mind broke my heart, and tears stung my eyes.