Danny/Bela - Who Do You Trust?

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Fandom: CSI:NY/Supernatural
Title: Who Do You Trust?
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Bela Talbot, Dean Winchester
au_developments Prompt: 5. Trust
Content Warning: Spoilers for season 3 if you don't know who Bela is, as well as "Skin" and "Nightshifter" for SPN.
Summary: Danny and Dean run into an unexpected person at a crime scene.
Author's Note: Part of my Family Ties series. References events that happened in Job's a Job. This was a lot of fun to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY 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.



“Is that door supposed to be open like that?” Dean frowned as he and Danny walked up to the apartment where the crime scene in question was located.

Danny frowned slightly, before shaking his head and reaching for his gun. “No—no, it’s not.”

Lindsay had said that this guy—Detective Dean Plant, as he was introduced—was an ‘expert’ in the kind of case they were dealing with, and that the department up in Montana had had a rash of similar murders. They thought they were looking for the same guy, and while Danny didn’t necessarily agree, Lindsay had already set Dean and his ‘partner’ up with the specifics on the case as a personal favor. Danny wasn’t happy about going along with this, but as far as he knew, this wasn’t going to take long. All they had to do was get in, find the murder weapon, and get out. Easy as that.

They hadn’t counted on finding the crime scene broken into.

Dean followed Danny’s lead, reaching for his own gun himself. They both slowly made their way inside the apartment, moving as quietly as they possibly could, in order not to spook the person in question. When they got into the kitchen, they saw the top of a head with long brown hair, searching in a cabinet for something. She started to get up, and that was when Danny spoke up.

“NYPD. Move slowly and put you hands behind your head.”

She didn’t turn around, but she didn’t put her hands behind her head either. She stood up slowly, and reached forward into the sink.

“Ma’am, don’t do anything stupid,” Danny said slowly. “Just turn around, and put your hands behind your head.”

“Ma’am?” she spoke up, the edge of a smirk in her voice. “Really, now Danny, there’s no need to be so formal. I feel we know each other rather—intimately, don’t we?” Danny’s eyes widened as her recognized the voice. “And as for doing something stupid.” She spun around and had a gun aimed at the two men, raising an eyebrow sharply as she did. “Reaching for my gun isn’t exactly something I consider stupid.”

“Oh, fuck—” Dean began, rolling his eyes. “—not you.”

“You know her?” Danny frowned.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite marks,” she said with a smirk. “How are we tonight, boys?”

“That answer your question?” Dean said, throwing Danny a look.

“What are you doing here?” Danny asked the woman, ignoring Dean and keeping his gun leveled at her. The last time he had seen this woman he had lost one of the few things of his brother’s he’d actually managed to keep for himself, as well as having the hangover from hell. He wasn’t going to let her pull one over on him again.

“I’m looking for something,” she replied. “And I intend to find it.”

“This is a crime scene,” Danny stated. “You aren’t finding anything—you’re going to be arrested.”

“Just stay outta this, Bela,” Dean said, giving her a look. Danny frowned in confusion, and looked back at the other woman.

“Bela? I thought your name was Lisa?”

“Lisa?” Dean said, glancing at Danny before giving her a look. “Lisa?”

Bela just looked back at him before rolling her eyes. “I robbed you, Danny. You really think I gave you my real name?”

Danny rolled his eyes, keeping his gun trained on her. “I hate that woman.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” Dean said, glaring back at her.

“I am here in the room,” she replied, giving them both a look.

“Oh really?” Danny said dryly. “We hadn’t noticed.”

“And you don’t hate me,” Bela said with a knowing smirk.

“We don’t?” Dean said, raising an eyebrow.

“No. Dean hates the fact that I keep getting one over on him. Danny, you hate yourself for letting me get you drunk enough that I got in your pants and then you hate the fact that I got one over on you. Neither of you know me well enough to say you hate me. You just hate things I do.”

“Well, look at that,” Dean replied with a smirk. “Lara Croft thinks she’s a shrink.”

“Not Lara Croft,” Bela replied with a grin. “More like Carmen Sandiego.”

“Oh, she thinks she’s cute,” Danny said with a sarcastic smirk. Bela only smirked back, and Dean looked at her for a minute, before shaking his head.

“But you’re wrong,” he said.

“Am I?” Bela replied, training her eyes on him for a moment. Dean shook his head before cocking the safety on the gun.

“I really do hate you.”

“Well, what exactly are you going to do to me, boys?” she said, giving them a look. “Shoot me in the middle of a crime scene?”

“The crime scene you’re not even supposed to be in to begin with,” Danny pointed out.

“Oh, of course,” Bela said with a nod, and a fake look of understanding. “My bad.”

“I wouldn’t object so much to shooting her,” Dean replied, the safety still back on his gun.

“Nobody’s shooting anybody,” Danny stated, giving Dean a look.

“You two don’t know each other that well, do you?” Bela replied, glancing back and forth between them.

“We just met,” Dean said slowly. “Does it matter?”

“Danny here doesn’t trust so easy,” Bela answered, looking over at the other man. “Do you, Danny?”

“So?” Dean spoke up for him, not really giving Danny a chance to answer. “What does that matter?”

“He doesn’t trust you to watch his back,” Bela said, keeping eye contact with Danny. “That’s why he needs to be in such control. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

“Let’s put it this way,” Danny said, looking at her. “Right now—we both don’t trust you as far as we can throw you. I trust him more than I trust you. So if he thinks the best idea for this situation is to shoot you? I think I might just let him do it.”

Bela pouted slightly, before holding up her hands, and moving the hand with her gun in it towards the table. “Alright, boys—you win. I’ll put the gun down.” She watched them carefully as she put the gun down, before holding up her hands again. “I think we can all help each other out if we put our heads together.”

“Why would we want to help you?” Dean asked.

“I could help you solve your murder,” Bela said with a smirk. Danny perked up slightly, before giving her a look.

“How do you know that?”

“I know what the motive was,” she replied with a grip. “Your victim was in possession of a very rare, very powerful amulet. Your murderer wanted it and when he left here, he still didn’t have it.”

“And lemme guess,” Dean said, giving her a look. “You’re here to find it and sell it off to the highest bidder?”

“No,” she said with sigh. “She was the one I sold it to. I was coming to get it back, because if she wasn’t going to have it, I most certainly didn’t want the person who murdered her to have it.”

Danny frowned slightly. “The vic a friend of yours, Bela?”

Bela was silent for the moment, a look of concern washing over her face. Dean watched her for a minute and smirked slightly.

“She was, wasn’t she?” Bela still didn’t respond, and Dean grinned. “Whadaya know? She does have a heart.”

Bela blinked for a minute before shaking her head. “Doesn’t matter, does it? I’ll help you find the killer so long as you make sure I get that amulet back at the end of the day.”

“I think we can do that,” Danny said softly. Bela looked back at him for a minute, and he smirked slightly. “But I still don’t trust you.”

“Well what do you want me to do then?” she sighed, with a smirk, dropping her hands and placing them on her hips. “Handcuff me to a chair while you two do what you need to do to make sure I don’t go anywhere?”

Dean glanced over at Danny. “You know, that isn’t a bad idea.”

“It’s really not,” Danny agreed, looking at Dean before turning back to face her.

Bela glanced between them, before starting to back away. “You can’t be serious.”

“Bela, when are you going to learn?” Dean replied with a smirk. “When it comes to you, I’m always serious.”

“Hands behind your back,” Danny said as he put the gun down, coming up to her and reaching for the handcuffs on his belt.

He walked up behind her, and slipped one of the cuffs around her wrist while Dean wandered off to start looking around the apartment. Once Dean was out of earshot, Bela smirked slightly and spoke up. “So we’re playing with these again?” She let her fingers just brush the inside of his thigh, and Danny stiffened slightly, before glaring back at her.

“Knock it off,” he said, pulling her back towards the refrigerator and sliding the chain of the handcuffs through the door, before locking it onto her other wrist.

“A simple chair wouldn’t suffice?” she said, looking up at him with a pout.

“I’m fairly certain you would take a chair with you,” Danny smirked, before subconsciously resting his hand on the white plastic above her. “A refrigerator is much harder to move.”

“Also makes it much easier for you to have me right where you want me, doesn’t it?” she smirked back, looking up at him. Danny shook his head, before pulling away from the fridge.

“I have to get to work,” he said quickly. He started to walk away and she spoke up again.

“There’s something you should know about you’re ‘partner,’ Danny,” she said, looking back at him as he turned around.

“What’s that?” he said, turning to give her a look.

“He’s a wanted man,” Bela said simply.

“What?”

“He’s got a nice laundry list of crimes—murder, assault, fraud, grave robbing,” she said. “And those are the ones I can name off the top of my head.”

Danny crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave her a look. “And why should I believe you?”

“You don’t have to believe me,” Bela said with a sigh. “Look up Dean Winchester and I’m sure you’ll find what you need to know.”

“Dean Winchester?” Danny frowned. “He said his name was Dean Plant.”

“Huh,” Bela frowned, giving him a curious look. “Now if he was an innocent man—why would he have to lie about that?”

Danny stared at her for a minute, trying to get a read on her, see if she was lying or not. Lindsay wouldn’t have partnered him with someone who was wanted for murder. She wasn’t that kind of person. Unless she didn’t know and he was playing the both of them. That was a very much a possibility. But he didn’t have time to think about that now—he had a job to do.

“I don’t have time for this,” he said, turning away from her and walking out into the apartment.

“You just think about that, then,” Bela said slowly as Danny walked away. “And you let me know.”