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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-05-15 11:42 am
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One-a-Day: May 14th
Fandom: Supernatural/Heroes
Title: Death Omens (4/5)
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Elle Bishop, Sam Winchester, the Haitian, Bob Bishop, Audrey Hansen, Victor Hendrickson
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fic_variations Prompt: heroes and villains (#3)
Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes) and 306: Red Sky at Morning (Supernautral).
Summary: The Winchesters encounter the Haitian, Elle heads back to Hartsdale, and our two favorite FBI agents decide to work the case together.
Author's Note: This has decided it's needed an epilogue. I'm starting to become not very fond of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Part 1 | Call and Answer
“Special Agent Hansen?” Audrey looked up and saw a tall black man standing in front of her, and she sighed heavily before looking down again. She was too busy trying to figure out what Sylar’s next move was and if he was going to take a second shot at this girl.
“What can I do for you?” Audrey sighed.
“My name is Special Agent Victor Hendrickson,” the man said, before extending his hand out to her. “I think we might have a case in common.”
“Oh really?” she said dryly. If this was some hotshot looking to get on a big case on his first day out of the gate, he was gonna be sorry he picked hers. “And how would that be?”
“You’re working the Sylar case, aren’t you?” he began. “At your most current crime scene, the prints of a perp I’ve been tracking came up on a shot gun. A shot gun dropped by one of your key witnesses.”
Audrey’s head came up at that. “And what exactly is this perp wanted for?”
“Have you heard of the Winchester brothers, Agent Hansen?” Audrey’s eyebrow arched and he smirked slightly. “Thought you might have. Dean Winchester’s prints were found on your shotgun, and you have two witnesses named Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones?”
“Yeah?”
“They often take the names of famous classic rock stars as aliases when they’re in a position where they don’t want to be recognized.”
“So what’s this to you?”
“Two serial killers in the same place. Can’t be a coincidence.”
“So you’re proposing we work together on this?” Audrey said, before smirking at him slightly. “I take it you’re familiar with the Sylar case?”
“I’ve read a few things here and there.”
Audrey gave him a grin, before moving past him and pushing a file into his chest. “There’s the current case. I’ll go get you the other cases files.”
Hendrickson paused for a moment, before turning back to her. “And how many cases are there?”
“Oh—somewhere between ten and twenty,” Audrey said with a small shrug. “Better get ready to do some reading, Agent Hendrickson.”
***
Winchesters don’t take it well when people attempt to erase their memories.
Not that they knew what the guy was doing when he slammed into Sam from out of nowhere as they were walking back into the hospital. All Dean knew was that some crazy bald guy was attacking his brother, and after Dean had sold his soul to keep his brother in one piece—he wasn’t going to take that lying down. The man was outnumbered two to one and it was clear that the Haitian wasn’t going to be the victor on this one. The man didn’t speak though, and that was proving to be a bit of a problem. Didn’t stop Dean from slamming him back a few times before Dean got the message.
“Dean,” Sam sighed, before stopping his brother before he took it any further. “I don’t think he can speak.”
“Oh, no?” Dean replied, before glancing back at the man. “That true?” The man gave a silent nod, before Dean sighed heavily. “Alright then, let’s play twenty questions.”
It took a minute for one of them to have a question that ended in yes or no. “Did Bob send you?” Sam said, and they watched as the man nodded yes.
“Why?” was immediately the next thing out of Dean’s mouth, and the man rolled his eyes. “He wanted you to take care of us? Make sure we didn’t get in the way of his tracking Sylar?” Another silent nod. Dean sighed heavily, before running a free hand over his face.
“What’re we gonna do, Dean?”
“I dunno, but you know what he’s gonna do?” he turned back to the Haitian with a scowl on his face. “He’s gonna go back to that boss of his and tell him that the job is done.”
“And what are we gonna do, Dean?”
“We’re gonna make sure whatever went down with Adam went alright, and then we’re going to get the hell out of dodge.”
Sam nodded, and Dean turned back to the other man. “We clear, baldie?”
The man nodded slowly, and Dean and Sam both let him go, watching him walk away towards the exit of the building. Sam just gave his brother a look. “I say we don’t check on Elle and bail now.”
“Sam, we can’t just—”
“The guy sent someone to attack us, Dean,” Sam replied, giving his brother a look. “And I think you remember that Elle is more than capable of taking care of herself. And he’s already threatened to call Hendrickson once before, what makes you think he isn’t going to do it now? We need to get out. Now.”
“Fine, fine,” Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. “Let’s go.”
***
Elle had spotted them shoving Adam into the back of the van from the window of her hospital room. Fuck, she sighed as she closed her eyes. She knew how much he hated being locked up in the Company hold, and now because of her, he was going back again. Then again, she also knew that her father was probably upset with her, so she was probably bound for a cell block as well, at least for the time being. Maybe if she was lucky, she and Adam would be relatively close together. Although, then again if her father knew what went down the last time she and Adam were left alone together—he might not go for that so much.
There was a knock on the doorframe, and Elle turned to see her father standing behind her, a bag in his hand. “Time to get dressed, Elle.”
“Daddy—” she began, and he shook his head, before holding out the bag again. “Later. Right now we need to go.”
“Go—back to Hartsdale? Already?”
“Do you want to explain to the FBI how a girl who was in a coma less than an hour ago is now up and walking about without any sign that she was ever injured?”
Elle’s eyes fell to the ground, before she took the bag in Bob’s hands and made her way to the bathroom to change. When she emerged, her eyes were still on the ground, and she shifted uncomfortably in front of him. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Elle,” he replied, before gesturing for her to follow him out the door. “Not this time.”
Part 5
Title: Death Omens (4/5)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Elle Bishop, Sam Winchester, the Haitian, Bob Bishop, Audrey Hansen, Victor Hendrickson
fic_variations Prompt: heroes and villains (#3)Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes) and 306: Red Sky at Morning (Supernautral).
Summary: The Winchesters encounter the Haitian, Elle heads back to Hartsdale, and our two favorite FBI agents decide to work the case together.
Author's Note: This has decided it's needed an epilogue. I'm starting to become not very fond of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Part 1 | Call and Answer
“Special Agent Hansen?” Audrey looked up and saw a tall black man standing in front of her, and she sighed heavily before looking down again. She was too busy trying to figure out what Sylar’s next move was and if he was going to take a second shot at this girl.
“What can I do for you?” Audrey sighed.
“My name is Special Agent Victor Hendrickson,” the man said, before extending his hand out to her. “I think we might have a case in common.”
“Oh really?” she said dryly. If this was some hotshot looking to get on a big case on his first day out of the gate, he was gonna be sorry he picked hers. “And how would that be?”
“You’re working the Sylar case, aren’t you?” he began. “At your most current crime scene, the prints of a perp I’ve been tracking came up on a shot gun. A shot gun dropped by one of your key witnesses.”
Audrey’s head came up at that. “And what exactly is this perp wanted for?”
“Have you heard of the Winchester brothers, Agent Hansen?” Audrey’s eyebrow arched and he smirked slightly. “Thought you might have. Dean Winchester’s prints were found on your shotgun, and you have two witnesses named Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones?”
“Yeah?”
“They often take the names of famous classic rock stars as aliases when they’re in a position where they don’t want to be recognized.”
“So what’s this to you?”
“Two serial killers in the same place. Can’t be a coincidence.”
“So you’re proposing we work together on this?” Audrey said, before smirking at him slightly. “I take it you’re familiar with the Sylar case?”
“I’ve read a few things here and there.”
Audrey gave him a grin, before moving past him and pushing a file into his chest. “There’s the current case. I’ll go get you the other cases files.”
Hendrickson paused for a moment, before turning back to her. “And how many cases are there?”
“Oh—somewhere between ten and twenty,” Audrey said with a small shrug. “Better get ready to do some reading, Agent Hendrickson.”
***
Winchesters don’t take it well when people attempt to erase their memories.
Not that they knew what the guy was doing when he slammed into Sam from out of nowhere as they were walking back into the hospital. All Dean knew was that some crazy bald guy was attacking his brother, and after Dean had sold his soul to keep his brother in one piece—he wasn’t going to take that lying down. The man was outnumbered two to one and it was clear that the Haitian wasn’t going to be the victor on this one. The man didn’t speak though, and that was proving to be a bit of a problem. Didn’t stop Dean from slamming him back a few times before Dean got the message.
“Dean,” Sam sighed, before stopping his brother before he took it any further. “I don’t think he can speak.”
“Oh, no?” Dean replied, before glancing back at the man. “That true?” The man gave a silent nod, before Dean sighed heavily. “Alright then, let’s play twenty questions.”
It took a minute for one of them to have a question that ended in yes or no. “Did Bob send you?” Sam said, and they watched as the man nodded yes.
“Why?” was immediately the next thing out of Dean’s mouth, and the man rolled his eyes. “He wanted you to take care of us? Make sure we didn’t get in the way of his tracking Sylar?” Another silent nod. Dean sighed heavily, before running a free hand over his face.
“What’re we gonna do, Dean?”
“I dunno, but you know what he’s gonna do?” he turned back to the Haitian with a scowl on his face. “He’s gonna go back to that boss of his and tell him that the job is done.”
“And what are we gonna do, Dean?”
“We’re gonna make sure whatever went down with Adam went alright, and then we’re going to get the hell out of dodge.”
Sam nodded, and Dean turned back to the other man. “We clear, baldie?”
The man nodded slowly, and Dean and Sam both let him go, watching him walk away towards the exit of the building. Sam just gave his brother a look. “I say we don’t check on Elle and bail now.”
“Sam, we can’t just—”
“The guy sent someone to attack us, Dean,” Sam replied, giving his brother a look. “And I think you remember that Elle is more than capable of taking care of herself. And he’s already threatened to call Hendrickson once before, what makes you think he isn’t going to do it now? We need to get out. Now.”
“Fine, fine,” Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. “Let’s go.”
***
Elle had spotted them shoving Adam into the back of the van from the window of her hospital room. Fuck, she sighed as she closed her eyes. She knew how much he hated being locked up in the Company hold, and now because of her, he was going back again. Then again, she also knew that her father was probably upset with her, so she was probably bound for a cell block as well, at least for the time being. Maybe if she was lucky, she and Adam would be relatively close together. Although, then again if her father knew what went down the last time she and Adam were left alone together—he might not go for that so much.
There was a knock on the doorframe, and Elle turned to see her father standing behind her, a bag in his hand. “Time to get dressed, Elle.”
“Daddy—” she began, and he shook his head, before holding out the bag again. “Later. Right now we need to go.”
“Go—back to Hartsdale? Already?”
“Do you want to explain to the FBI how a girl who was in a coma less than an hour ago is now up and walking about without any sign that she was ever injured?”
Elle’s eyes fell to the ground, before she took the bag in Bob’s hands and made her way to the bathroom to change. When she emerged, her eyes were still on the ground, and she shifted uncomfortably in front of him. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Elle,” he replied, before gesturing for her to follow him out the door. “Not this time.”
Part 5