Danny (
london_spy) wrote2020-03-22 08:11 pm
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House
It was a strange series of events that had led him here, and as he sat in the waiting room of the local A&E, Danny went back through it all hour by hour.
6PM: With class out Danny was back to hunting for the lunatic who'd been targeting fellow students, drugging them and then dumping them at home with no sign of sexual or physical assault. He'd stopped home, changed into club clothes, and set out.
7PM: he'd been walking from the tube to the club when a car started driving along side him- A familiar car. Rich's car.
The window came down, and Rich leaned out. "Get in," the man said, prompting Danny to flip him off.
Rich laughed, then spoke again. "I know who you're after- If you want them, get in the damn car, Danny."
8PM: Rich had dumped him down the block, having given him a list of what he knew. Apparently he wasn't a fan of this guy either, and while Danny wouldn't consider him a trustworthy source, it wasn't like he had much more to go off.
9PM: He'd headed into the club, spoken to someone Rich had suggested might be in on it all, and had let himself have a drink or two so he didn't stand out like a sore thumb.
10PM: Okay, maybe a drink too many.
11PM: He'd called a car, apparently now was the prime time. He'd used the correct service and rejected drivers until he found one who seemed to fit the bill.
11:15PM: The man had complementary water. It was sealed, and so he took one.
11:30PM: Everything was slow. Fuzzy.
<i>I warned you. STOP. FOLLOWING. ME.</i>
Was it midnight now? Danny squinted at the clock. He was still drugged, not bleeding, but he was certain his ribs were broken and his left eye was struggling to focus. But he had to wait. They said he had to wait.
His hand was shaking as he pulled out his phone. The screen was shattered but it was still working. Should he call someone? Text someone? No, best not. Best to just go it alone.
6PM: With class out Danny was back to hunting for the lunatic who'd been targeting fellow students, drugging them and then dumping them at home with no sign of sexual or physical assault. He'd stopped home, changed into club clothes, and set out.
7PM: he'd been walking from the tube to the club when a car started driving along side him- A familiar car. Rich's car.
The window came down, and Rich leaned out. "Get in," the man said, prompting Danny to flip him off.
Rich laughed, then spoke again. "I know who you're after- If you want them, get in the damn car, Danny."
8PM: Rich had dumped him down the block, having given him a list of what he knew. Apparently he wasn't a fan of this guy either, and while Danny wouldn't consider him a trustworthy source, it wasn't like he had much more to go off.
9PM: He'd headed into the club, spoken to someone Rich had suggested might be in on it all, and had let himself have a drink or two so he didn't stand out like a sore thumb.
10PM: Okay, maybe a drink too many.
11PM: He'd called a car, apparently now was the prime time. He'd used the correct service and rejected drivers until he found one who seemed to fit the bill.
11:15PM: The man had complementary water. It was sealed, and so he took one.
11:30PM: Everything was slow. Fuzzy.
<i>I warned you. STOP. FOLLOWING. ME.</i>
Was it midnight now? Danny squinted at the clock. He was still drugged, not bleeding, but he was certain his ribs were broken and his left eye was struggling to focus. But he had to wait. They said he had to wait.
His hand was shaking as he pulled out his phone. The screen was shattered but it was still working. Should he call someone? Text someone? No, best not. Best to just go it alone.
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"Do you want to talk about it?" Danny offered quietly.
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"Fine," Danny sighed. "I'll talk then, because you're the one who wanted to be friends, and that's what friends do. ...My ex texted me yesterday, and even though I should have deleted it, I'm still thinking about texting him back," he said, looking out the window as he spoke.
"Scottie hated him," he laughed, looking over at Greg and smiling as he shook his head. "I mean, Scottie hated most of my boyfriends, but this one... He got rough a few times and Scottie couldn't forgive that, but that was a long time ago now. He's working at a bank now, he's grown up... I dunno. He wants to get a coffee, and I'm tempted, but I keep hearing Scottie in my head telling me not to be a fool."
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"I'm allowed to not want to be lonely. Besides, maybe he's just looking to make friends. I keep trying to get on with people at school, but- It's hard. They're all so immature."
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"Well, if you want I can give you his number," Danny joked, mostly because he wasn't going to take that even remotely seriously. Greg had made his feelings very clear.
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Honestly, Danny didn't get it. The guy seemed like a twat.
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"Right," Danny replied, biting back a snide comment about how his cock must be sugar coated to have them both hooked.
Instead he said something that was probably even more shitty.
"So you weren't going to dump him now you're fucking James?"
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"I don't know," he said honestly. "James didn't want me to. I needed to talk to Fin. Which is how I found out he was avoiding me. And, easy as that, the choice was out of my hands anyway."
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"There's parking there."
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Danny flinched at the slammed door, smirk fading. He supposed he'd gotten what he wanted really- To get under Greg's skin, to make an impact finally.
Didn't feel good though.
Exhaling, he slipped out of the car and followed.
"I wasn't being serious," he muttered as he walked alongside the other man.
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"I'm not trying to make you the villain, I like you," Danny replied. "...Whatever, let's just find your cop."
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"It's fine, as long as he wants to help," Danny shrugged.
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"Dr. House," he said, then looked at Danny. Bond was a good spy, but even he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. "And Danny Holt. I'm starting to think I should have ignored your text."
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"No. Your mate isn't a cop, he's a spook. Even if he hadn't known my name, I'd have pegged him as one. I used to fuck one after all," he said, spitting at Bond's feet.
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Bond looked down, then at Danny. Did he seriously just spit at him? That wasn't common.
"Why did you call me?" he asked.
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