Multifandom One Shots

HS

It was a normal night. Well, I guess as normal as it gets for a criminal like me. I got home late from a job covered in dirt and blood. I lived alone in a pretty nice apartment, so it should have been alarming to see a light on in the living room that definitely was not on when I left. But in the exhausted state of mind I was in I ignored it and went to my room. I stripped off my dirty clothes and went to my bathroom for a hot shower. It was satisfying to wash off the blood and watch the blood run down the drain. After standing in the shower for far too long I did my nightly routine and slipped on my fluffy white robe. I left my room with ice cream in mind but stopped dead in my tracks and let out a shaky gasp at the tall figure standing at the end of the hall.

I never thought I'd be here again. Standing face to face with a man I thought I was rid of for good. Normally when that sentence is said it's about a breakup, but not me. I'm staring into the eyes of a man I thought I killed a year ago.

*FLASHBACK*

I wonder how long I have been wandering around this warehouse? 10 minutes? An hour? I had no idea. My ears were still ringing and my head was pounding. I didn't even see the other car coming and before I could register what was happening my car was spinning off of the road and crashed into the brick wall of a warehouse. I crawled out of the totaled vehicle and ran into the building for shelter. The crash was deliberate and I had to get out of there fast before the other driver came for me.

A noise and what sounded like the shuffling of feet brought me back to reality and I pulled out my gun, pointing in the direction the noise came from. I rounded a corner and there he was, also holding a gun. I was face to face with the man who had been a pain in my ass for months now. Always getting in the way of my business and honestly I was just so over it.

But at the same time I loved it. Our back and forth. The thrill I got from him always chasing me, only for me to slip right through his fingers every time. I had a special relationship with Detective Styles. There was always some level of flirting when he tried to convict me of a crime that I may or may not have commited. I guess I had a soft spot for him, but at the end of the day business was business. Our rivalry grew personal and things tended to get heated when we would go head to head. The term heated can be used in several ways... One confrontation ended with him on the ground under me and my head in the crook of his neck. I ended up kneeing him in the crotch and running away but laying in bed later that night thinking about what would have happened if I had stayed. The thoughts left me... frustrated and I ended up hot and bothered almost every time I saw him after that. I cursed myself for not actually kissing him that night and I wondered if I'd ever have the chance to.

"Detective." I said, "Fancy meeting you here."

"Cut the shit y/l/n. This has gone on long enough and now I'm bringing you in. Drop your weapon and put your hands up" He was not in the mood for our usual antics. How unfortunate for him, because that was the only thing saving him. Much to the surprise of my dear detective, I actually listened. I dropped my gun, but instead of raising my hands, I stepped closer to him until his gun was pressed against my forehead.

"We both know I'm not the type to surrender, Detective. If you want to stop me you have to kill me." He gasped softly at my words and I felt a pang of sorrow because of what I was about to do.

"Y/n..." He whispered my name, "I don't want to kill you, please just let me take you in. I can't see you getting hurt but I can't let you keep hurting people either."

"Then it seems like we're in quite the predicament, aren't we?" I brought my left hand slowly up to his cheek. "I'm sorry, Harry." A four inch blade fell from my right sleeve and before he could react I knocked the gun from his hand and heard him let out a pained gasp when I plunged the blade deep into his stomach. I stared into his green eyes and only saw sadness there. I pulled the knife from his body and dropped it, before he fell forward. I wrapped my arms around him and lowered him to the ground as gently as I could. His head was in my lap and he brought his hands to his wound, coughing quietly which I can imagine just made the pain worse.