Lone Wolf [2/3]
Title: Lone Wolf
Series: Dog Eat Dog
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Lassie, Juliet/Shawn, Gus
Warnings: Character death, violence, vile trickery
Genres: Action/Adventure, Romance, Het, Humor, Suspense
Chapters: 3
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1167 this part
Disclaimer: If I owned this you'd all be *ded* after watching this on screen. Sadly, I don't so you'll have to do with the pictures in your heads. :(
Notes: For the Psychfic Ficathon '08. My theme was 'action' and my prompt 'catharsis'.
Summary: "Everyone has a price, Jules. I'm sorry."
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"What? A Scooby Snack?" Lassiter sneered.
Shawn laughed. "Not exactly."
"Then what?"
"Now, really, Lassie. Is that important?"
Lassiter debated for half a second. "No, I guess not. I'd like to know, but either way it won't save you."
He could all but hear the grin in the younger man's voice.
"You think you can take me, Lassie-face?"
"I know I can."
"How about we put that to the test?"
"I'd love to."
"In front of the Police Department. Five minutes."
Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Oh that is so like you, Spencer. One of these days that need for drama is gonna get you killed."
"Maybe," Shawn agreed in amusement. "But not today. Five minutes. See you there."
Lassiter resettled his grip on his gun and then headed out, back through the front of the store.
He wasn't as cautious as he had been before because he knew that he'd make it to his destination this time.
The aforementioned obsession with dramatic flair wouldn't let Shawn take him out before then and from the sound of it they were the only two left.
"Lassiter, do you read me?"
He stopped cold in the middle of the street and turned a full circle.
"O'Hara?"
"Oh thank goodness. I thought you were dead."
"No. But I thought the same. Where are you?" It seemed they weren't the only two left . . .
"South side by the gas station. Where are you?"
"Not important." He started moving again at a jog. They just might be able to do this if he could get her in position. "How are you for ammo?"
"Less than half a mag. You?" Well not ideal, but if he managed this just right it would be more than enough.
"One and a half. Are you injured?"
"Took a hit to the leg but I'll survive."
"Good. Can you get to the station in the next-" He checked his watch. "-three minutes?"
"Yeah. I think so."
"Go in the back. Get up to the second level. Find a spot where you've got good coverage of the whole street, then get down and wait for my signal."
"Okay. What's going on, Lassiter?"
"Spencer turned on us," he explained grimly, ducking down a side street.
"WHAT?" she demanded.
"He sold us out," he spat.
"Shawn wouldn't do that."
"Your loyalty is admirable but misplaced. He already has. We're the only three left and right now I'm headed for a showdown at high noon with him."
"But he-"
"Save it, O'Hara. Deal with it when we survive."
There was a pause and he could almost picture her trying to rein in her emotions. Now of all times he wished that she wasn't so susceptible to the fake psychic's charms.
"Can I count on you?" he asked. He hated to ask this of her of all people, but he didn't have any other options. They were running out of time and he needed to know if this plan was going to work or not.
"Yeah," she said, her voice cooled considerably. "We're partners, Carlton. You can always count on me."
"Atta girl," he muttered, then keyed his radio. "Good. I'll signal you when it's time. Radio silence until then."
"Copy. O'Hara out."
He paused at the corner of the building across the street from the station, edging out just far enough to see into the street. No signs of life, but then Spencer wasn't an idiot.
And he'd gotten here a minute and a half early. He'd use that time to get ready.
He scanned the area, judging angles and playing with placement and maneuvering.
Yeah, this might work.
At exactly five minutes, his radio crackled.
"Time's up, Lassie. You ready to die?"
"I'm not going to die here, Spencer. You are."
"The spirits don't agree with you."
Lassiter rolled his eyes.
"They also tell me that we're not alone."
A chill ran down Lassiter's spine. Oh crap. Shawn was on their team. He had access to their team's private channel.
How had he forgotten that?
He cursed just as a commotion at the front doors to the station drew his attention.
Shawn walked down the steps, dragging Juliet by the arm, his pistol trained on her side. She stumbled since her right leg was out of commission, but that didn't stop Shawn or slow him down.
"Come on out, Lassie!" Shawn yelled. He came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, letting Juliet go.
With her bum leg she was unable to remain standing and fell to her knees. The pistol sight settled on her back.
"COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!"
"You son of a-"
"There you are!" Shawn said as Lassiter made his appearance. He had an unholy grin on his face and no doubt his eyes were twinkling behind his mirrored shades.
"Lassie, I'm disappointed in you. You cheated."
"You lied," Lassiter shot back as he took up a position twenty feet away, his muzzle down but his muscles tensed to bring it up in a heartbeat. "You said everyone was dead."
"Of course I did. I didn't want Juliet involved. But you just had to bring her in."
"I came of my own volition," she said, turning her head to scowl at him. "Shawn, how could you?"
He looked down and for a moment Lassiter thought he saw regret pass over the other man's face.
"Everyone has a price, Jules. I'm sorry."
"You are not, you traitorous-" She ended on a gasp as he pulled the trigger, hitting her square in the back.
There was a moment of silence then eyes and guns came up in a flash to meet head on.
"Well, Lassie, here we are. Just the two of us left."
Lassiter swore and one side of Shawn's lips curved up in amusement.
"Not what I'd want for my last words, but if that's all you've got . . ."
Lassiter pulled his trigger just a hair too late and swore again as he felt the impact of the round from Shawn's gun hit him in the chest.
He was pleased to see, however, that it hadn't taken his aim off that much.
At least he'd taken the traitor down with him.
Shawn laughed and touched his chest, his fingers glistening brightly as he rubbed them together.
Then his eyes came up to Lassiter's.
"I did it . . . for the lulz," he whispered, then fell back, hitting the ground with a thud.
Lassiter held on a moment longer, then fell to his knees.
He just wanted to sleep he thought as he lowered himself to the ground, laying his cheek on the pavement.
He closed his eyes.
All he wanted was to sleep.
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