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Tweak says, "Curses! Foiled again!"

Daren Shankley (the_pretender) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-03-09 03:06:00

Entry tags:

daren, silva

Week Three: Wednesday
Who: Daren and little Nicky
When: Late Night, End of her shift
What: Daren has some information
Rating: Of course she'll want to show her appreciation

So many women, so little time. Oh wait... Daren had all the time in the world. Problem was, all these human women just kept getting older and older in the blink of an eye. Little Nicky was already in her thirties. So was Maggie. Hell, Maggie was pushing forty. Not like he could so easily replace her without raising questions. Not that he really wanted to replace her. She looked fabulous in Versace and even better on his arm. Every man envied him and every woman murmured about how perfect they were together. The philanthropist with money to burn so selflessly dating a commoner, a single mother, a nurse, a healer and nurturer.

And now that pissant little vampire thought he could waltz into town and take all that away from Daren? Not without a fight. Though, likely not too much of a fight. That would look too good for Daren after all. With any luck Bas wouldn't be around much longer for any of it to be an issue.

Not that Daren really expected Nicky to believe him. She was so adamant about these things. Things like evidence and, playing by the rules. Did it matter which rules he played by? Most of the time the leads he gave her were real and true… regardless of where the information had come from. So if he gave her a false lead every once in a while, should that be held against him? How was he supposed to know when the information some times turned out to be bogus?

He’d come by foot, underground most of the way then, keeping to the shadows as soon as he left the concealment of the tunnels. Not Nicky’s apartment no, but a place just as familiar to them both. An abandoned warehouse in which they were used to holding so many of their clandestine meetings. “Someday you’ll agree to a meeting right out in public. Really though, people are beginning to talk. Might want to take our affair public, if only to set straight your reputation as a dyke.”

The words were spoken against her ear. As usual, Daren had snuck up all quiet like. No, he didn’t mind the sharp elbow in his gut, she heel in his shin, or even the gun in his face. He really dug it when she played dirty.

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bury_the_past
2008-03-09 08:55 am UTC (link)

Off duty and just ready to head the fuck home. The day had been filled with following new leads and tailing a few suspected ties to the ring that had been taken down that Monday. Paperwork was still on her desk and she could have worked all night and past the dawn on it...but she didn't. She was her job but the part of her job that held her wasn't the fucking paperwork. Let the homicide detective’s deal with that bullshit. They'd been so eager to hear the news and then rush off, shit the DEA had done the hard work, she figured the homicide people owed them a bit of work now. Wasn't the way it worked though, Silva was used to it.

But the paperwork would be there in the morning, she needed a drink and her bed. It was a sound plan, one that would have worked out well if she didn't get a text on her other cell phone. Work phone, one for "friends" or namely Mike, and one for contacts. It was a wonder she didn't lose them all. A quick read and a bit of grumbling before she was changing those plans. Changing at the station instead and throwing her gear into the back of her car before starting to drive.

She always took her time, never taking the same route more then once in a week and always spending at least a half hour making sure no one was following. It wasn't as though cops didn't have shady contacts but the sorts that Silva had weren't the kind she wanted other cops to be aware of. Daren was the only one that really could get her into trouble...and so he was the one she made damn sure none of them saw her with.

Not even Mike had a clue. Better for everyone if it stayed that way.

The place was empty when she got there, it was as it always was. Dark, dingy...shit was no wonder that Daren liked it so much. Of all the places in the city that secluded this was it and had been for a long time now. The meetings weren't all that often but often enough for Silva to say they were too often. Most of the time he had worthwhile information but...every time she always left wondering if it was really worth it. She never trusted him blindly either. Each piece of information was picked the fuck apart. She didn't trust him; she hadn't in a good number of years now. She knew he wasn't human. She knew wasn't someone to ever turn your back on.

And never again was she going to fool herself into thinking he was. There was only one ass he looked out for and that was his own. If he watched yours it was only because it looked good in a pair of jeans.

Civilian gear, Silva didn't bother with the whole set up tonight. But a gun was still tucked under the worn leather jacket. She stood, waiting, and didn't even jump when Daren came up behind her. But her body instantly tensed and quickly she swung around, a clean sweep with blade in hand. She knew he'd move, she wasn't going to kid herself into thinking she was quicker then him. But it still would very likely ruin that expensive shirt he was wearing. Call it payment for getting himself all hot and bothered by sneaking up on her every damned time.

"You talk like I got reason to try to change that rumor up any Daren. Didn't get the memo? Came out of the closet last week, sorry to disappoint. I'm sure you got plenty of other bitches to wipe up your sad tears and get your rocks off with though." Silva retorted without even a hint of emotions to her features. More then a few of the boys in blue had their rumors about her. Silva didn't once deny them.

A dyke was the last thing she was but if thinking she was kept them from trying to hit on her, then all the better. It never did turn out well when you punched your fellow officer in the face for being a fucking idiot.

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the_pretender
2008-03-10 12:21 am UTC (link)

Ah paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. The perils of working for other people. Even worse, the trudging shit of an honest day’s work. Daren really didn’t see the appeal. But then, he’d never given it a try. He’d been in the same business, and quite successfully for as long as he could remember.

In his line of work, one could grab a drink and “bed” any time they wished for it. That being said there was no reason Nicky couldn’t have both of those now. They didn’t have to meet in the warehouse after all, could just have easily made it some place more comfortable. He would not have complained. Even his slumming around clothes were expensive and if he could get away without ruining them, then all the better.

Of course Nicolette wouldn’t have it that way. Oh no, there she was, slashing about with that knife like she had no concern for a man’s blood, or for the cattle that died in making that quality leather jacket he wore. She swung and Daren stepped quickly aside, not wanting to explain to her why a deep knife wound was hardly hurting him. His hand on her wrist squeezed and faintly twisted, but only for a moment before he released.

“And here I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He tsked. “Where you been hiding yourself lately? The city’s got you running ragged? I bet you like it though, don’t you?”

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bury_the_past
2008-03-10 03:16 am UTC (link)

Every job had a downside and being a cop had the paperwork. Of course a normal person would say that downside of being a cop was seeing people hurt...that wasn't so much a downside for Silva. It wasn't that she went out of her way to enjoy it but she knew damned well that life didn't give mercy to anyone and it was a waste of time to sit around pitying those that it happened to fuck over that day. People didn't really want the pity, they wanted the revenge, and at least that Silva could give them.

Sometimes that she could give them in fucking spades.

She could have gone on home after the boring day at work. Could have invited Daren on over, not like it would have been the first time he showed up at her place. Yeah she could even meet him in one of his fancy ass restaurants and wear a dress. Point of the matter was, that that shit wasn't happening. If Silva had say in it, out in the slums it was. Out in the dark where no one else was going to walk on by. Double edged sword in a way but Silva would rather take her chances with this then take her chances out in public with a few too many eyes watching.

Daren and his oh so expensive suits would just have to deal. Not as though he was somehow unaware of just how Silva would react. He knew, he knew every time, yet always did attempt to give that glare afterwards as though she should be playing nice.

Would have been a far better day if the blade had caught flesh. Especially since it was holy silver. Silva was always prepared for some tangling with the supernatural kind. Happened even more now that some were aware that she knew them. Shoot one with silver and suddenly all of them know your carrying the shit. Sure took the drug dealing were by surprise though at the time.

She didn't need any explanation. A regular knife wouldn't do a thing...but there was little reason she'd ever go into a meeting with him without having something on her side. His hand was on her wrist, her other hand was on the hilt of her gun. A bad shoulder would slow her down but it wasn't a game they were going to fully play out.

Even if they had before.

He let go, Silva tucked the blade back into a pocket in the inside of her jacket. Seemingly unphased, not a step back or even a blink of the eye. "Ecstatic." Silva retorted with absolutely no energy to her voice. Was she ever really happy to see him? Once, long ago, but that had changed when he changed the way things worked between them. Now seeing him only meant more shit was about to come around.

"You call it hiding, I call it work." the force liked someone like her. One that seemed to never really be off the clock. Working over sleep. Working over anything else. "Always have." her arms crossed against her stomach, her head tilted and her eyes rested completely on him. "So what do you want?" to the point, Silva didn't feel like spending all night here.

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the_pretender
2008-03-10 05:28 am UTC (link)

Nicolette was good with the revenge. Mostly because she didn’t get to get enough of it for her own situation. Daren thought she might have got a little bit too much from the revenge. Not that that would distinguish her much from most other cops. Bunch of power hungry yokels the most of them. Arsonists became firefighters, bullies became cops. None of this was anything new. It was the way things had always been. And some, like Nicolette, had their careers chosen by circumstance beyond their control. Her with the death of her parents. Made her damn good at what she did really.

Not that she gave a good goddamn when Daren praised her work. For some reason stuff he said just didn’t hold much credence with her.

Any glare he gave her for it was all (usually) more of a smirk. If she’d been watching properly. Not much got to him, and a suit was just a suit. He had plenty. Though, he didn’t fancy the idea of a holy blade actually connecting with anything vital, but a nick here and there he could deal with. He’d had worse after all. Much worse. In fact, Daren welcomed the rush of any true bits of a fight.

If it had connected they might have had some fun. Though Daren didn’t relish hurting the kid in any real way. Not like she thought of doing to him. If he wanted her hurt he’d already have done so. And any real fight would end in just such a way likely… sadly. He’d had to arch his brows when he first noticed the sting of what she was now carrying.

“Ugly word. Work. When you going to give it all up and come work for me?” Not that he really wanted to give up good connections on the force. But there were always others. Still, she was his favorite, and the most reliable. And definitely the cutest in uniform.

He held out a small baggie in response to her question. A gift, the kind she rarely turned down. “Dead man on Bainbridge. Of course your boys know he wasn’t killed there. I know where it was done. And who did it.”

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bury_the_past
2008-03-10 06:23 am UTC (link)

Silva got a rush from revenge. Hurting those that hurt someone else. Even if most of the time the victims weren't really such. Women that choose to cook drugs for their man of choice then threw a fit when they got hit. Informants that were surprised when the other side figured it out. Not many were really innocent in the world anymore...but when someone was, when someone really fucked with another for no god damned reason other then just to show they could...nothing pissed Silva off more. She was DEA, drugs were supposed to be all she dealt in.

But drugs were really easy to put on a person and make it her fucking jurisdiction.

No Silva didn't hold any high regard for Daren's opinion. In fact him praising her work only proved to her just how badly she was fucking up those lines between following the law and taking it into her own hands. She knew she wasn't a good cop in the form of following the rule book and doing everything to the letter. When push came to shove, if they knew everything, she'd be gone. But still she believed she did her job damned well. Everyone had their own opinions. Silva didn't really give a shit about anyone’s though.

The only one that sort of came close to being able to sway her was Mike and his family. Sometimes they were the only thing close to normal she had anymore...which was why she kept herself as far from them as she could. Everything she got too close to she fucked up. Mike deserved better.

And the last thing she needed was Daren anywhere fucking near him. She might not stand a real chance against him but if he so much as looked at Mike and his family the wrong way she'd be all too eager to put a holy bullet right through his fucking skull. Too many supernaturals believed a human didn’t stand chance. A human might not, but a bullet sure as fuck did and Silva always had those little buddies with her.

"Keep dreaming." Silva remarked, rolling her neck a bit in a clear sign that she was bored with the conversation already. She might skate the line and do things on her own terms at times but she wasn't ever going to forsake it all and be like Daren. No she didn't know everything he was into, he was a sneaky son of a bitch that didn't like anyone digging into what he did or who he did it with. But she knew it wasn't good and that was enough.

A brow arched, she didn't immediately go out and grab the goods...though she didn't deny she needed them. Even now her shoulder had an ache that she'd learned to put out of her mind for the most part. Worked till she tried to stop, till she tried to sleep. None of the cops knew that it still hurt like it did. None even asked if she was alright when she got it slammed into. What reason did they have? For anyone else it wouldn’t have really been an ache to last more then a few hours.

"That’s nice but why you telling me? Not my case, go make Nox or Hale suck your dick for the information. Not worth shit to me." cold, maybe. Shouldn't she want to get to the bottom of every case? She did, but it wasn't her fucking job to crack this one and she wasn't owing Daren for something that wasn't her problem.

Maybe if weeks down the line if the boys had nothing she’d consider it. But they’d just had a break in the case, just had some new leads to follow like rats in a damned maze. Till they hit some brick walls Silva wasn’t offering herself up for information they might go and find tomorrow.

Much as Daren would just love that, no fucking thanks.

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the_pretender
2008-03-10 06:52 am UTC (link)

There was a difference between following the law and following the letter of the law. Question was... which one really was more just? How many bad guys sailed under the radar because they knew the law well enough to always bend it in their own favor? You know, people like Daren really. Though he was no petty punk beating up women for no good reason. He did his share of bad, but he did just as much good. Though, that good was relative, and questionable no doubt. Regardless, Daren knew many benefited from his works.

Nicolette among that number. Even if she now wanted to forget all about it. Problem with that was, Daren wasn’t ready to end their relationship. Likely she wouldn’t be happy when he was. Of course he knew all about her friend Mike. And Mike’s family. That was just another piece he hadn’t exploited yet. Hopefully he would never need to. Though that really did depend on Nicky, now didn’t it? So far she’d been pretty cooperative. Even when she was an argumentative little cunt.

Of course, he liked that about her.

That, and the way she fancied herself one of the good guys still. Of course, he knew she still was. He rather liked that bit about her too. He couldn’t help that draw of bad to good, nor could he help the desire to exploit it. That was in his nature.

“Hmm… Tenpting.” He seemed actually to consider the idea. Seemed being the keyword. “Look into it and you’ll see it makes more sense than you think why I’m telling you. Like that he’s been Danny DeLuca’s big man in Chicago.” He nodded. “That’s right, see it does play into your sweet little DEA ass. You guy’s been after Danny for years, I know that. Every one does.

“Question is… Why’d Danny have is own guy wacked? And why didn’t he do a better job covering up the evidence?” And how in the hell did Danny think he was gonna piss off Daren and get away with it?

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bury_the_past
2008-03-10 07:13 am UTC (link)

The law rarely worked in the ways it gave people hope for. Silva knew this all too well. She'd first hand seen how sometimes cops couldn't do shit if they followed the letter of the law. If she'd waited on the cops her parent’s killer would still be out on the streets, she'd probably be dead. But she took the matter into her own fucking hands. She did what she had to in order to ensure she got her fucking revenge. The problem for Silva was, that it hadn't been enough. The guy was dead but it hadn't brought her parents back and in the end...it didn't do shit.

But it started all of this. Got her into the force. It kept her going to Daren. She knew that you had to go outside of the box to get things done. She knew that the law was often a joke no matter how she tried to follow it. She followed it so long as it worked. Once it didn't...then they were in a whole different ballgame. Silva had skeletons...ones that could put her away. She knew...and everyday was just waiting for it.

What was the most fucked up part...is it would probably be Daren who put her there if it ever happened. She knew that if they ever parted ways it wasn't going to be no sweet thing. No pats on the back and a nice working with you. No the only way it was ending was with Silva dead, behind bars, or killing him. A fact she knew wasn't easy. But a man that worked like Daren had enemies.

No one said that Silva couldn't be as manipulative as the bastard. She just didn't prefer to fuck others over to make sure her dirty work was taken care of.

Good guy. Bad guy. What it came down to was knowing what she would do and what she wouldn't. She wouldn't kill an innocent person to save her own ass. She wasn't going to just toss all the laws out the window like they didn't mean shit. She wasn't looking to make someone else’s life miserable to make her own a little better. Maybe she wasn't a good guy, she never called herself. But she knew she didn't walk on the other side of it all either. And that meant something to her.

"And your information’s magically going to stick this time?" Silva remarked with an arch of the brow. They'd managed to get tons of shit on Danny, but he always slipped out of it and he was too big for Silva to feel like she could just end it on her own terms. The offer was tempting but there was nothing more that Silva hated then taking information from Daren and having to owe him only for all the information to not be worth shit.

With a sigh a cigarette was put to her lips, rare as it was when she was so damned tired it became more frequent. "Get the dead body boys to link the two, keeps my ass out of the light." and they both knew Silva did not like to be the one unearthing information. got her too many eyes her way. Silva was probably one of the few cops not looking for praise or metals. The less people noticed her the better.

Which meant she was avoiding the “owing” part of the equation. That part was always the bitch.

Became a weighing game. Was it wroth it to make sure a fuck like DeLuca finally got tagged with his crap…Was it worth it to owe Daren another god damned favor.

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the_pretender
2008-03-11 05:49 am UTC (link)

Maybe killing them hadn’t really done anything… practical. But it had to have at least felt really damn good. A relief. How about being able to sleep at night knowing they weren’t out there terrorizing anyone else? How about knowing that her parent’s death was avenged? And to be sure they had suffered more than her parents had. And known full well from where their death came, and why. Maybe in the end it didn’t make any real difference, but it had to count for something.

Everyone had their skeletons. And everyone had their price. Most believed themselves alone, that their own skeletons were worse than other peoples. It was this belief that kept men like Daren in business. Truth was, if people would admit to one another and be honest, they’d know that none was any worse than the next person, but it was the fear that they were, or would be perceived as such, that kept them wanting to keep everything hidden.

Of course, people liked to point fingers and tsk and judge, all the while fiercely guarding their own closets, hoping no one would ever see how much worse their own looked.

Daren didn’t like having enemies. This was a truth. The more allies he had, the easier his job. Far better to build associations then rifts. But if it came to it, if the other pushed and demanded they end that way, then so be it. Those endings weren’t so sweet, but Daren didn’t look back with tears in his eyes.

“What the fuck’s that s’posed to mean?” His information always stuck. “If it ain’t sticking that’s the DA’s problem, not mine.” He gave damn good info. They both knew this. She was just pulling at straws. Unless she was talking about DelUca. Considering this was the first time Daren had ever given info on Deluca she could rest assured on that one. “My word’s good, you know that. Why you gonna question it all of the sudden, Nicky? You know me.

He arched a brow and took the cigarette from her, puffing on it before putting it back between her lips. He shrugged and released the smoke back in her face. “Suit yourself.” If she didn’t use the info then she didn’t, no skin off his back. The baggy was pocketed as he pulled out a fat cigar and lit it.

“How ya been, anyway? Been a while. Shoulder treating you okay?”

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bury_the_past
2008-03-11 06:17 am UTC (link)

In the bigger scheme it had done nothing. The bigger players had still been out there and still continued on in the games they played. But personally...Silva wouldn’t have been able to move forward without that death. Perhaps that made her fucked up, she wouldn't deny that any. She knew she wasn't quite all stable. But there was no way that she would have been able to just...walk off letting her parent’s killer get away. The law had nothing to hold him...so she did what she felt she had to do. She didn't hold any regret for that at least.

And as much as she hated the shit Daren now pulled on her, she was still grateful for at least getting that from him.

Silva wasn't the sort that believed all people good. She knew that everyone had shit they were hiding and wouldn't ever admit to. If it wasn't for her job it was doubtful she'd ever bother to hide all of the crap she'd done. But her job meant too much to her to lose because of the choices she'd made. She had her fair share of skeletons but she could still do her job. She still felt she had some worth to the company. Until the day she felt she didn't...she'd keep up this game. She didn't have much other choice.

It was keep going like this or end it. And ending it would lose her a hell of a lot. More then she was willing to give. He knew it. She knew it. But that didn't exactly make her happy go fucking lucky in these gatherings of theirs. No she always wanted to find some other damn angle. Someone else to have to take the fall of owing him.

Sometimes it worked...though rarely. It wasn't from others that he wanted that debt after all. It was from her. Bitch.

"Means it wasn't good enough." she retorted but really what she meant was that the DA was crap most of the time and no information was ever fucking enough sometimes. But it was easier to push against him then the job. "Your words not always good Daren so don't pull that shit with me." yeah he liked to claim innocence but he was far from that.

She'd believed those words of "care" and now look where she was. She wasn't going to be an idiot twice when it came to him. She'd fallen once, that wasn't ever happening again.

Quickly the smoke was snatched back with her good hand, propped back at her lips with a glare of her eyes. So he wanted to chat now. Shit she should just walk away but when it came down to it she hadn't made her decision yet on the information. With a sigh she took a few steps back, able then to lean her shoulders against the wall and get a little more comfortable.

"Same ol fucking same ol." she muttered around the cigarette at her lips. "And its fucking fine." truth was if he so much as brushed it right now she'd punch him square in the face on instinct alone. It was not fairing well tonight.

“And you? Busy manipulating people and playing fake gentlemen with that chic and her kid.” Yeah Silva didn’t get it but she didn’t care either. Whatever the fuck he wanted. But she kept an eye on the kid because of it. She’d gotten her out of a few situations, kept her from having to owe Daren to keep her clean of a real record or some shit. Wasn’t much but it was something. Nice to use her pull for something fucking decent sometimes.

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the_pretender
2008-03-12 04:57 am UTC (link)

Like so much else in this strange and beautiful and utterly fucked up world, stable was a relative term. Sometimes the law worked. Sometimes it didn’t. Usually it just worked for men like Daren that knew best how to manipulate it. And so, quite understandably, it was often best to just take matters into your own hands. If you wanted something done right, and all that jazz.

He smirked now, an easy grin as she tried to bait him, tried to lay insult on his work. They bother knew better, and there she was all blah blah blah, like it was gonna get under Daren’s skin. Not likely. Would take a lot more than a little slander to do that. Maybe if she got down on her knees she’d get under his skin.

The amusement on his face grew when she so angrily snatched away her smoke. How cute the way she grred and hissed. Just like she had demon in her. Or maybe more like she wanted demon in her.

“Is it?” He questioned with an arch of his brow. Was he really the only one who noticed how she favored it? He shrugged, seemingly content to go along with her reply, though of course he didn’t believe it.

He grinned when she asked about Maggie. “Why Nicky, you’re not jealous, are you? I mean, if I thought for one minute that you wanted to tag along to all these boring formal affairs, I’d have you on my arm instead.” He winked and gave her a playful growl even as he moved in closer. He leaned over her, sniffing her hair. His hand went to the wall beside her shoulder, without touching it, though he made it obvious he might.

“I never thought you cared.” He leaned in even closer, his eyes on hers as his lips came ever nearer before he pulled completely away to puff on the end of his fat cigar.

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bury_the_past
2008-03-12 06:25 am UTC (link)

It was people like Daren that made the laws be put into place to begin with. Those that believed the world was just there’s to manipulate and do with what they wanted. Silva didn't see Daren as better then half the guys she put away. The only difference between them and him, was that he didn't get caught. Didn't make him some good guy. She'd seen enough of those true colors. But good man or not he was the one that had her skeletons and could make them go dance about anytime he wanted to.

So as much as she hated it, she played as nice as she was fucking able. Which wasn't really nice at all. But so long as she wasn't shooting at him that was nice for her. And even that she didn't always manage to keep herself from doing. Little fucker knew how to get under her skin and no not in the ways he was hoping for.

Her words really weren't insult to his work. More just a statement of fact. His word didn't really mean shit to her. it hadn't in a great number of years. He could give information, claim it was good, but she knew well and good that each time he could be fucking her over. Each time could be setting her up. That was the price you paid when you worked with someone you'd never trust your back to.

You were always waiting for the dagger.

"Could say I'll prove it but not worth my time." it was good enough that she could still deck him. Would be worth the ache. But he knew damn well that it wasn't alright. It never really was. But most others weren't really looking to find flaw in her. They took her word that she was fine and that was that. She didn't let anyone get close enough to look, to notice. Only one who possibly could figure it out was Mike and Silva kept him at a good distance.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that. "That ship sailed a long fucking time ago. You can fuck whoever you want to fuck. Not my concern." if the Susie homemaker wanted to be played who was Silva to stop her? Not her fault that the bitch was too naive to really see. Her kid did, that should have meant something to her. Apparently not though. Deserved whatever was coming to her then and by Silva's guess it wouldn’t be anything good if it involved Daren.

Silva didn't flinch as he moved near, but her lips did twist ever so slightly in a sneer. "Good, then you were right on the damn mark." Lucky for her he moved before that urge to force him the fuck back took over. She really did hate people up in her space, especially him.

"Done with the games? I could come back in a few hours, let you keep on talking to yourself like someone gives a shit." sure wasn't her anymore.

She rolled her neck again, a faint pop earned for the movement. “What do you want in return?” she finally snapped in regards to the information. Sometimes it was known; sometimes he just wanted an IOU. Those were the worst. And more often then not, the ones Silva flat out refused.

Entering into a deal with Daren that you didn’t know your part in…not a smart fucking move.

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the_pretender
2008-03-22 04:37 am UTC (link)

Give anyone a few centuries to perfect their game and they’d all feel the same. Maybe the world was not their own to manipulate, but she’d have to admit he did a damn good job of it anyway. Who was to say it wasn’t? It sure did feel like it sometimes.

Sure. Each time he could be fucking Silva over, but by her talk he’d already done so. They both knew one day that could would be a definite would and he’d screw her over. Thing was, she really had no true idea how severely he actually would, or just how very far he’d go.

He looked to be stabbed in the heart. So wounded. Just like no one had ever mistrusted him, and no one ever should. His brows arched playfully, in unison when she mentioned proving the health of her shoulder. “Promises promises, but as usual all talk no action. Tsk.” He grinned wickedly, deliciously, like he might just eat her up. Though not before he ate her out.

“Right now? Nothing.” He inhaled deeply the heady smoke of the Cuban, not a feat most cigar smokers ever attempted. “Same as usual, keep your eyes open, your ears to the ground, and answer when I call.” Such a small thing. Really Daren always gave more than he got. No one ever seemed to get that.

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bury_the_past
2008-03-22 06:07 am UTC (link)

No matter how good he was or how many people he managed to manipulate and fuck over, the world still wasn't his own to twist about. He might convince other people that he was doing them some grand fucking favor but Silva didn't happen to fall into that category. Her eyes had been more then opened when it came to him and she wasn't falling into the same trap twice. She knew it was only a matter of time before he set up another one. She wasn't an idiot, she knew he'd try something eventually. He didn't know how to not.

That was the way of things and Silva had no delusions in that. She watched her back, she carefully debated every fucking thing she did around him. Every deal, every fucking word. The best option would be to just get the fuck out of dodge. But she knew if she did that he'd make sure she was fucked anywhere she went and she wasn't willing to play that game yet. Only a matter of time though....Silva wasn't exactly known for having the most patience in the world.

Especially not when it came to Daren.

Silva didn't even blink as he attempted to look oh so wounded. Right. Because everyone trusted him and she was just the big ungrateful bitch. She'd believe that when pigs flew. No doubt she was a bitch, but there was no way in hell she was the only one to think Daren was just full of shit.

"You’re not worth the action." Silva countered, holding that gaze no matter how it would make most women blush. She knew what he was thinking and knew damn well what he wouldn’t mind getting tonight. He could keep dreaming though. Silva needed his dick like she needed a hole in her head.

Silva couldn't help but sigh when he spoke. Of course he wanted nothing for now. No he wanted to hold it over her head for a fucking while. Dangle it there to see how high he could get her to jump. The game was getting fucking old. "I'll be sitting glued to my fucking phone." Silva remarked with more then a bit of disdain obvious in the words.

Asshole.

"Spit it out already then." chances were they could get this shit all on their own. But when it came down to it you saved lives by getting the fuckers now rather then later. Silva wasn't some grand humanitarian but she did have a desire to keep kids from having to go through the same fucked up shit she had. No kid should have to see that and assholes like the ones she put away made crap like that happen all too often.

So she’d take the fucking deal. Set herself up for the fall later on down the line. Someone somewhere had better fucking appreciate the shit she pulled. It wasn’t always legal but it got the job fucking done.

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the_pretender
2008-03-22 07:31 am UTC (link)

Always so sodding argumentative. And here was Daren trying to be the helpful one. She never did appreciate his good works and still he tried. Was sad almost.

“Alright then, guess we’re done here.” He spoke, but she wanted the info after all, so Daren gave it to her. Words to paper, paper already tucked in the small package he’d tempted her with earlier. The whole of it was pressed into her hand.

“Keep your chi up, Officer Silva. The world’s not near as ugly as you believe it is. It’s uglier. Best you can do is grab a bit of happiness for yourself every now and again. Ain’t no one gonna just hand it to you.” He grinned suddenly as he looked at her hand. “Oh wait, sometimes they do. But the point remains, Sunshine. That chip on your shoulder is the reason for all the pain. Getting’ bigger and bigger every year.

“Sad.”

He turned to leave, the lit cigar eventually disappearing into the darkness of the warehouse.

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