Fic: Bounty 1/? (Lita) NC-17 for violence, language etc
Title: Bounty
Pairing: Lita
Rating: NC-17
Complete: No.
Genre: Mystery, suspense, horror
Summary: Lita has been doing her job for about 8 years, and since she'd begun it she had met some sick people, some people who needed a little humanity and some people who should be locked away for life. And now the Donavon's were back in town, back to killing and it was her job to put them away.
Warnings: Contains depictions of violence, horrific imagery, mentions of murder.
Chapter One
The phone was still ringing and I groaned. It was the fifth or sixth time this morning someone had called and I was pretty sure it was my boss who I definitely did not want to talk to right now, or anytime soon. My last case had resulted in my entire body being bruised and almost broken and I was definitely not ready for the next.
I drifted back to sleep, ignoring the ringing phone, one arm tucked under my pillow.
It was another hour before I jerked awake, the light in the hallway pouring into my room just enough for me to realize someone was standing near the door to the bathroom in my room. I shifted around, trying to act as though I was still asleep, my hand sliding under my pillow for my gun.
“Don't even bother,” my sometimes partner told me. Daniels. God what a pain in the ass. It would be a hell of a lot easier to deal with him if he wasn't a hot pain in the ass. “I could kill you before you even get it out from under your pillow, which by the way is a horrible place to keep your gun.”
I rolled over, sighed softly and turned on the lamp, automatically shielding my eyes before I did so.
“What do you want?” I asked him, shoving myself up halfway so that I could see him properly.
I hadn't seen him in six months, possibly more, not that I was counting and quite frankly was a little pissed at his come and go attitude.
Daniels smiled at me but it didn't reach his eyes. It didn't really surprise me, guy was about as warm as a fucking alligator and twice as vicious. He could kill a person without a moment wasted on a death roll.
“Maybe I missed you, old friend,” he approached the bed, leaning down to peer into my eyes and I was proud when I didn't automatically jerk out of his way. Of course it had taken five years to get to that point.
“You don't miss a thing,” I replied, both of us catching a double meaning in those words and I couldn't help but smile slightly. Maybe I had missed the bastard, maybe I hadn't but I sure as hell wasn't going to get all warm and fuzzy over him because he woke me up before noon on a day I was supposed to be able to sleep in.
Daniels grinned a wicked grin and leaned in, “oh I don't know.” His hand grasped the blanket and I stiffened, forcing myself to sit perfectly still and not react to his closeness. Goosebumps rose on my skin and I resisted the urge to rub my arms.
“What do you want?” I asked, finally moving in order to flip my hair over one shoulder and glanced at him as I climbed out of bed.
“You've got a case,” Daniels answered me, lazing back on his elbow on the bed, his eyes never leaving my form.
If I were modest I probably would have covered myself, but if the least he ever saw me in was a pair of men's boxers and sports bra I was lucky. Although knowing his penchant for sneaking into places he had probably seen me in a lot less and that was not something I wanted to think about right now.
“No I don't,” I responded, grabbing my bathrobe and pulling it on. “I told AJ I needed a break.”
Daniels snorted, shaking his head. “You're going to want to take this one trust me,” he told me making his way toward the door.
“What makes you say that?” I just couldn't resist asking and the bastard knew he had my attention in only a way he could. He knew just how to play with me, just how to manipulate my way of thinking and making me feel like I had to know something and by the glint in his eye he knew how much I wanted to know now even if I pretended not to.
“The Donovan's are back in town,” Daniels responded in a nonchalant tone of voice.
I whirled around immediately, approaching him quickly and grabbing his arm as though I could keep him from leaving, without even thinking. “What the fuck do you mean the Donovan's are back in town?”
“I mean the Donovan's are back in town, they got out of prison and they killed another girl,” Daniels said it to me as though we were simply discussing the weather.
I resisted the urge to retch, remembering their last victim. A little girl. The Donovan's were twins, really sick fuckers who didn't have a single ounce of caring in their entire bodies. They were sadistic they were sick and they both loved me. I'd brought them in on their first offence, 1200 bucks a head for a robbery.
It wasn't long after they got released that they began killing. They had no actual motive other than their need to see people die, and no real common thread between victims. It was more like they killed out of boredom than anything else.
They were despicable, the lowest of the low.
They needed to be stopped.
“I'll be ready in five,” I told Daniels, ignoring his soft chuckle and the look of triumph in his eyes as I headed for the shower, practically stripping off my clothing before I closed the door.
I slumped against the closed door, and shut my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as my muscles trembled lightly in fear. They fucking terrified me, the way they toyed with people, the way they hurt people without a second to think of how destructive they were in removing people from their loved one's lives.
But I couldn't imagine sitting by and having the rest of the firm going after them while being the only one sitting on the sidelines.
Pairing: Lita
Rating: NC-17
Complete: No.
Genre: Mystery, suspense, horror
Summary: Lita has been doing her job for about 8 years, and since she'd begun it she had met some sick people, some people who needed a little humanity and some people who should be locked away for life. And now the Donavon's were back in town, back to killing and it was her job to put them away.
Warnings: Contains depictions of violence, horrific imagery, mentions of murder.
Chapter One
The phone was still ringing and I groaned. It was the fifth or sixth time this morning someone had called and I was pretty sure it was my boss who I definitely did not want to talk to right now, or anytime soon. My last case had resulted in my entire body being bruised and almost broken and I was definitely not ready for the next.
I drifted back to sleep, ignoring the ringing phone, one arm tucked under my pillow.
It was another hour before I jerked awake, the light in the hallway pouring into my room just enough for me to realize someone was standing near the door to the bathroom in my room. I shifted around, trying to act as though I was still asleep, my hand sliding under my pillow for my gun.
“Don't even bother,” my sometimes partner told me. Daniels. God what a pain in the ass. It would be a hell of a lot easier to deal with him if he wasn't a hot pain in the ass. “I could kill you before you even get it out from under your pillow, which by the way is a horrible place to keep your gun.”
I rolled over, sighed softly and turned on the lamp, automatically shielding my eyes before I did so.
“What do you want?” I asked him, shoving myself up halfway so that I could see him properly.
I hadn't seen him in six months, possibly more, not that I was counting and quite frankly was a little pissed at his come and go attitude.
Daniels smiled at me but it didn't reach his eyes. It didn't really surprise me, guy was about as warm as a fucking alligator and twice as vicious. He could kill a person without a moment wasted on a death roll.
“Maybe I missed you, old friend,” he approached the bed, leaning down to peer into my eyes and I was proud when I didn't automatically jerk out of his way. Of course it had taken five years to get to that point.
“You don't miss a thing,” I replied, both of us catching a double meaning in those words and I couldn't help but smile slightly. Maybe I had missed the bastard, maybe I hadn't but I sure as hell wasn't going to get all warm and fuzzy over him because he woke me up before noon on a day I was supposed to be able to sleep in.
Daniels grinned a wicked grin and leaned in, “oh I don't know.” His hand grasped the blanket and I stiffened, forcing myself to sit perfectly still and not react to his closeness. Goosebumps rose on my skin and I resisted the urge to rub my arms.
“What do you want?” I asked, finally moving in order to flip my hair over one shoulder and glanced at him as I climbed out of bed.
“You've got a case,” Daniels answered me, lazing back on his elbow on the bed, his eyes never leaving my form.
If I were modest I probably would have covered myself, but if the least he ever saw me in was a pair of men's boxers and sports bra I was lucky. Although knowing his penchant for sneaking into places he had probably seen me in a lot less and that was not something I wanted to think about right now.
“No I don't,” I responded, grabbing my bathrobe and pulling it on. “I told AJ I needed a break.”
Daniels snorted, shaking his head. “You're going to want to take this one trust me,” he told me making his way toward the door.
“What makes you say that?” I just couldn't resist asking and the bastard knew he had my attention in only a way he could. He knew just how to play with me, just how to manipulate my way of thinking and making me feel like I had to know something and by the glint in his eye he knew how much I wanted to know now even if I pretended not to.
“The Donovan's are back in town,” Daniels responded in a nonchalant tone of voice.
I whirled around immediately, approaching him quickly and grabbing his arm as though I could keep him from leaving, without even thinking. “What the fuck do you mean the Donovan's are back in town?”
“I mean the Donovan's are back in town, they got out of prison and they killed another girl,” Daniels said it to me as though we were simply discussing the weather.
I resisted the urge to retch, remembering their last victim. A little girl. The Donovan's were twins, really sick fuckers who didn't have a single ounce of caring in their entire bodies. They were sadistic they were sick and they both loved me. I'd brought them in on their first offence, 1200 bucks a head for a robbery.
It wasn't long after they got released that they began killing. They had no actual motive other than their need to see people die, and no real common thread between victims. It was more like they killed out of boredom than anything else.
They were despicable, the lowest of the low.
They needed to be stopped.
“I'll be ready in five,” I told Daniels, ignoring his soft chuckle and the look of triumph in his eyes as I headed for the shower, practically stripping off my clothing before I closed the door.
I slumped against the closed door, and shut my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as my muscles trembled lightly in fear. They fucking terrified me, the way they toyed with people, the way they hurt people without a second to think of how destructive they were in removing people from their loved one's lives.
But I couldn't imagine sitting by and having the rest of the firm going after them while being the only one sitting on the sidelines.