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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-03-08 07:50 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-03-08 07:50 pm
Dean/Calleigh - Your Face Did
Fandom: CSI: Miami/Supernatural
Title: Your Face Did
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Eric Delko, Victor Hendrickson
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fic_cd_mix Prompt: Renegade - Styx
fic_variations Prompt: luck (#1)
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Nightshifter" (Supernatural)
Summary: Agent Hendrickson pays Calleigh a visit after the bank robbery.
Author's Note: Hendrickson has only had, what, five minutes of screentime? He already fascinates me. I really hope they're bringing him back as a recurring character, because I want to try and figure him out.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or Supernatural. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Oh mamma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh mamma I can hear you a-crying, you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long
- “Renegade” – Styx
“Calleigh,” Eric began as he tapped on the doorframe of the lab. Calleigh looked up to give him a smile, but it turned to a frown when she saw the look of concern on her friend’s face.
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s a Special Agent Hendrickson here to see you,” he said slowly, and she straightened, the look on her face turning to one of confusion.
“Well isn’t this my lucky day,” she said dryly, “Did he say what about?”
“No,” Eric replied, “But it doesn’t look good.”
She nodded slowly, before looking down to unbutton her lab coat, “Keep working on this for me? I don’t want to lose any time, the case is going cold as it is.”
“Yeah, I got it,” Eric nodded, and she hung up her lab coat on the peg before walking out of the lab.
She had a pretty good idea what this was about, even though she didn’t want to admit it. She had seen the reports about the bank robbery on the news, and seen Dean’s face flash across the screen. She had spent the next hour and a half calling every hunter contact she could find until she found someone who had heard from the boys. She didn’t contact Dean herself, and risk putting herself on a hit list, but she had a feeling that that had already been done.
When she got to the interrogation room where he was waiting, she took a deep breath before putting on her most amiable smile and walking into the room. “Special Agent Hendrickson?” she asked, extending her hand to him. He looked her up and down briefly before smirking lightly.
“Let’s not mess around with the formalities, Duquesne,” Victor Hendrickson replied, “I’m not really in the mood to pussyfoot around playing nice.”
“Excuse me?” she said, recoiling slightly.
“Where’s the Winchesters?”
“Who?” she asked, giving him a confused look.
“Dean and Sam Winchester,” Hendrickson replied, “Where are they?”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Calleigh frowned, “Who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Hendrickson replied, “I know you know exactly who I’m talking about, and I want to know where they are. Now.”
“Sam and Dean Win—oh!” she feigned a moment of clarity, “Dean Winchester! I haven’t heard from him in years. Not since I left New Orleans.”
“Now, I seriously doubt that,” he replied.
“Do you?” Calleigh crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Agent Hendrickson, here’s something I don’t think you understand. I’m not just your run of the mill local cop. I’m also a criminalist, and if you think that I’ve seen Dean recently, I hope you intend to prove it.”
“Oh, I do.”
“So tell me,” she said, “What evidence do you have that proves that I have seen Dean?”
“We have witnesses who spotted him in Miami a few months back,” Hendrickson replied.
“Miami’s a big place,” she sighed, “You’re going to have to do a little better than that.” Hendrickson paused for a minute, and she continued talking, “Even if I did know where Dean is, I wouldn’t just cough him up to you without a reason why. So you’re going to need evidence for that too.” She turned and started to walk out and he tried to stop her.
“Officer Duquesne, we are not done here,” he said after her, and she turned to face him again.
“Oh, yes, we are,” she replied, “I don’t appreciate being interrogated like hostile suspect on my own turf, or treated with little to no respect just because you’re a big bad fed and think we’re all idiots. Next time you want to talk to me, you better have proof of my involvement, if any, and a major attitude adjustment or else we won’t be talking. At all.”
She walked back out of the room, leaving the agent in stunned silence, and headed back to the lab where Eric was still working. She walked up so that she was as close to him as possible and whispered softly.
“I need to borrow your phone.”
He took it off the clip on his belt and she slipped it into her pocket before pulling away from him. He turned to her and frowned, “Am I allowed to ask why?”
“Because that agent probably is tracking my phone records by now, and I need to make some phone calls that won’t be traced.”
“Is this about—?” he began and she sighed.
“Dean? Yes,” she nodded, “And don’t worry, I’m not calling him directly. Just those who might know where to find him.”
He nodded and watched as she slipped out the door, heading to the one room in the building where the walls weren’t made of glass.
***
When she got home that night, she unlocked the door and walked in, too exhausted to do much more than shower and collapse into bed. Everyone had heard about her showdown with Hendrickson by the end of the day, and Horatio had told her to take the day off tomorrow, but she didn’t think she was going to. Having the day to herself meant worrying, and worrying meant she was going to start assuming the worst. And that wasn’t going to be good for her or Dean at the moment. She needed to keep a clear head. And at the moment, her head seemed to be the clearest at work.
She had gotten a hold of both Ellen and Bobby, and asked them to let the Winchesters know that Miami wasn’t exactly the most welcome location at the moment, but she didn’t know if they had effectively relayed that message. Times were getting more complicated than they should be. She knew in her gut that Dean hadn’t done anything wrong, but she also knew that the evidence wasn’t necessarily going to back that.
She placed her keys down on the table next to her front door, and she heard a rustling in the living room. She froze for a moment, and heard footsteps coming her way. She placed a hand on the handle of her glock, and jumped slightly when she saw Dean come around the corner to face her. He held up his hands to show he was unarmed, and he gave her a small smile.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Her hands went from her gun to her hips and she frowned, “You shouldn’t be here. Didn’t you talk to Bobby?”
“We were already halfway here when he called me,” Dean replied, “It was too late to go back anyway.”
She sighed heavily, “Where’s Sam?”
“At a motel,” he replied, “Waiting for me to call him to come get me.”
“How’d you get in?” she asked.
“Picked the lock on the back door.”
“Anyone see you?”
“I don’t think so,” he sighed, running a hand over his face, “You’re right, this was a bad idea. I’ll call Sam, and see if he can come get me.” He started to back away from her.
“Dean—” she grabbed his arm, and when she turned to face him, she pulled him into a hug. She felt him tense in surprise, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m glad you’re OK,” she whispered. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, and she pulled back and rubbed his arms, “You don’t have to go. You can stay here, just—make sure you get out of here early, alright?”
He nodded, and she started to walk back to her bedroom. He didn’t move for a minute, before turning to face her again. “Calleigh?”
“Yeah?” she said, turning around to face him.
“How bad is it?” he asked, little bits of fear starting to creep around the edges of his eyes. She paused for a minute, running a hand through her hair, before responding.
“This guy has got something against you. I don’t know if you did something to him, or he’s just hardass.”
“I haven’t even met the guy,” he replied softly, “I just talked to him once on the phone, and he was talking to me like I was an axe murderer.”
“Well—”
“I didn’t kill those people, Calleigh,” he said, looking up at her in anger.
I know you didn’t, but your face did,” she replied, “And that’s pretty damning evidence, Dean.” He didn’t say anything for a minute, just looking down at his hands, playing with the ring on his finger. “Dean?” she asked.
“I’m so screwed,” he whispered.
“No, you’re not,” she said, moving back towards him, “Not yet.” She got him to look up at her and gave him a small smile, “You’ve got better luck than that.” He returned the smile slightly, before she took his hand, and pulled him back towards the bedrooms, “C’mon. Sleep. We’ll talk about this more in the morning.”
“Thought you wanted me to get out of here early?” he frowned.
“Right now, let’s just play it by ear, alright?” she said, “I don’t think they’re going to be swooping down quite yet.”
Title: Your Face Did
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Eric Delko, Victor Hendrickson
fic_cd_mix Prompt: Renegade - Styxfic_variations Prompt: luck (#1)Content Warning: Spoilers for "Nightshifter" (Supernatural)
Summary: Agent Hendrickson pays Calleigh a visit after the bank robbery.
Author's Note: Hendrickson has only had, what, five minutes of screentime? He already fascinates me. I really hope they're bringing him back as a recurring character, because I want to try and figure him out.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or Supernatural. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Oh mamma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh mamma I can hear you a-crying, you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long
- “Renegade” – Styx
“Calleigh,” Eric began as he tapped on the doorframe of the lab. Calleigh looked up to give him a smile, but it turned to a frown when she saw the look of concern on her friend’s face.
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s a Special Agent Hendrickson here to see you,” he said slowly, and she straightened, the look on her face turning to one of confusion.
“Well isn’t this my lucky day,” she said dryly, “Did he say what about?”
“No,” Eric replied, “But it doesn’t look good.”
She nodded slowly, before looking down to unbutton her lab coat, “Keep working on this for me? I don’t want to lose any time, the case is going cold as it is.”
“Yeah, I got it,” Eric nodded, and she hung up her lab coat on the peg before walking out of the lab.
She had a pretty good idea what this was about, even though she didn’t want to admit it. She had seen the reports about the bank robbery on the news, and seen Dean’s face flash across the screen. She had spent the next hour and a half calling every hunter contact she could find until she found someone who had heard from the boys. She didn’t contact Dean herself, and risk putting herself on a hit list, but she had a feeling that that had already been done.
When she got to the interrogation room where he was waiting, she took a deep breath before putting on her most amiable smile and walking into the room. “Special Agent Hendrickson?” she asked, extending her hand to him. He looked her up and down briefly before smirking lightly.
“Let’s not mess around with the formalities, Duquesne,” Victor Hendrickson replied, “I’m not really in the mood to pussyfoot around playing nice.”
“Excuse me?” she said, recoiling slightly.
“Where’s the Winchesters?”
“Who?” she asked, giving him a confused look.
“Dean and Sam Winchester,” Hendrickson replied, “Where are they?”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Calleigh frowned, “Who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Hendrickson replied, “I know you know exactly who I’m talking about, and I want to know where they are. Now.”
“Sam and Dean Win—oh!” she feigned a moment of clarity, “Dean Winchester! I haven’t heard from him in years. Not since I left New Orleans.”
“Now, I seriously doubt that,” he replied.
“Do you?” Calleigh crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Agent Hendrickson, here’s something I don’t think you understand. I’m not just your run of the mill local cop. I’m also a criminalist, and if you think that I’ve seen Dean recently, I hope you intend to prove it.”
“Oh, I do.”
“So tell me,” she said, “What evidence do you have that proves that I have seen Dean?”
“We have witnesses who spotted him in Miami a few months back,” Hendrickson replied.
“Miami’s a big place,” she sighed, “You’re going to have to do a little better than that.” Hendrickson paused for a minute, and she continued talking, “Even if I did know where Dean is, I wouldn’t just cough him up to you without a reason why. So you’re going to need evidence for that too.” She turned and started to walk out and he tried to stop her.
“Officer Duquesne, we are not done here,” he said after her, and she turned to face him again.
“Oh, yes, we are,” she replied, “I don’t appreciate being interrogated like hostile suspect on my own turf, or treated with little to no respect just because you’re a big bad fed and think we’re all idiots. Next time you want to talk to me, you better have proof of my involvement, if any, and a major attitude adjustment or else we won’t be talking. At all.”
She walked back out of the room, leaving the agent in stunned silence, and headed back to the lab where Eric was still working. She walked up so that she was as close to him as possible and whispered softly.
“I need to borrow your phone.”
He took it off the clip on his belt and she slipped it into her pocket before pulling away from him. He turned to her and frowned, “Am I allowed to ask why?”
“Because that agent probably is tracking my phone records by now, and I need to make some phone calls that won’t be traced.”
“Is this about—?” he began and she sighed.
“Dean? Yes,” she nodded, “And don’t worry, I’m not calling him directly. Just those who might know where to find him.”
He nodded and watched as she slipped out the door, heading to the one room in the building where the walls weren’t made of glass.
***
When she got home that night, she unlocked the door and walked in, too exhausted to do much more than shower and collapse into bed. Everyone had heard about her showdown with Hendrickson by the end of the day, and Horatio had told her to take the day off tomorrow, but she didn’t think she was going to. Having the day to herself meant worrying, and worrying meant she was going to start assuming the worst. And that wasn’t going to be good for her or Dean at the moment. She needed to keep a clear head. And at the moment, her head seemed to be the clearest at work.
She had gotten a hold of both Ellen and Bobby, and asked them to let the Winchesters know that Miami wasn’t exactly the most welcome location at the moment, but she didn’t know if they had effectively relayed that message. Times were getting more complicated than they should be. She knew in her gut that Dean hadn’t done anything wrong, but she also knew that the evidence wasn’t necessarily going to back that.
She placed her keys down on the table next to her front door, and she heard a rustling in the living room. She froze for a moment, and heard footsteps coming her way. She placed a hand on the handle of her glock, and jumped slightly when she saw Dean come around the corner to face her. He held up his hands to show he was unarmed, and he gave her a small smile.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Her hands went from her gun to her hips and she frowned, “You shouldn’t be here. Didn’t you talk to Bobby?”
“We were already halfway here when he called me,” Dean replied, “It was too late to go back anyway.”
She sighed heavily, “Where’s Sam?”
“At a motel,” he replied, “Waiting for me to call him to come get me.”
“How’d you get in?” she asked.
“Picked the lock on the back door.”
“Anyone see you?”
“I don’t think so,” he sighed, running a hand over his face, “You’re right, this was a bad idea. I’ll call Sam, and see if he can come get me.” He started to back away from her.
“Dean—” she grabbed his arm, and when she turned to face him, she pulled him into a hug. She felt him tense in surprise, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m glad you’re OK,” she whispered. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, and she pulled back and rubbed his arms, “You don’t have to go. You can stay here, just—make sure you get out of here early, alright?”
He nodded, and she started to walk back to her bedroom. He didn’t move for a minute, before turning to face her again. “Calleigh?”
“Yeah?” she said, turning around to face him.
“How bad is it?” he asked, little bits of fear starting to creep around the edges of his eyes. She paused for a minute, running a hand through her hair, before responding.
“This guy has got something against you. I don’t know if you did something to him, or he’s just hardass.”
“I haven’t even met the guy,” he replied softly, “I just talked to him once on the phone, and he was talking to me like I was an axe murderer.”
“Well—”
“I didn’t kill those people, Calleigh,” he said, looking up at her in anger.
I know you didn’t, but your face did,” she replied, “And that’s pretty damning evidence, Dean.” He didn’t say anything for a minute, just looking down at his hands, playing with the ring on his finger. “Dean?” she asked.
“I’m so screwed,” he whispered.
“No, you’re not,” she said, moving back towards him, “Not yet.” She got him to look up at her and gave him a small smile, “You’ve got better luck than that.” He returned the smile slightly, before she took his hand, and pulled him back towards the bedrooms, “C’mon. Sleep. We’ll talk about this more in the morning.”
“Thought you wanted me to get out of here early?” he frowned.
“Right now, let’s just play it by ear, alright?” she said, “I don’t think they’re going to be swooping down quite yet.”
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