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Three young men sat around a small table, bowls of ramens in front of each. But two of them seemed utterly absorbed into what they were reading. Neat files were held in two out of threes hands.
“Bruce, eat up. I know your focused on your cases but please, eat your cheap, store-bought ramen.” Finney chastised him.
“Yeah, yeah Finn. It’s just, this is my new case and we’re leaving soon to Las Vegas to go deep undercover, and I just feel like I need to absorb as much info as I possibly can on this guy.” Bruce uttered, his eyes never leaving the file. Finney gently set down the steaming mug of tea in front of Bruce and was rewarded with a charming thankful smile. Griffin made grabby hands for his own cup which Finney gently gave.
“Oh yeah, you’ve been so absorbed in that file for the whole after-noon. Who is it?”
“The FBI have a lead on this guy, we think it’s an assassin for the Arellano mafia. His code name is Pinball, he’s apparently responsible for multiple murders. Listen, this dude is crazy. His kills are rage kills. Pure violence, there’s always blood everywhere, and I mean everywhere, on the scenes. Pinball seems to be part of the Arellano mafia, judging by the clear mark of left behind, a black snake drawn on the walls the body are closest too. Its thought that he’s a messy killer since there always seems to be a second person that comes after wards, supposedly to clean up. I need to catch him and put him behind bars.”
“Jesus Christ. You seem pretty giddy about it.” Finney said, motioning to Bruce’s face that was pulled into a grin.
“I mean yeah! Its just so fascinating. I want to understand how his brain works, ya know? How did he come in the mafia since he seems to have suddenly appeared out of the blue three years ago? Does he do contract kills or only kills for the Arellano’s? I’ve got a bunch of questions I’m itching to answer.” Bruce grinned even wider as he closed his file and started eating his ramen. “How about you griff?” Bruce pointed to Griffin with clumsy chopsticks. The smirk he got in return was unexpected.
“Someone looks excited! What did you get?”
“I need to catch Paperboy.”
“Excuse me, what?”
“I got Paperboys case! Come on guys! Arellano mafias information gatherer! Come on!” Griffin whined at the twin puzzled looks he got in return. He sighed as he opened his file on the table.
“Jesus! Griffin! UGH! Why would you show that, we’re eating!”. Bruce exclaimed as his eyes landed on the frankly disgusting images glaring back at him. Finney turned his gaze away as he clumsily tried to close it.
“He’s the information guy! He digs around.”
“So like, a hacker?”
“Oh no! He’s a torture expert. He tortures info out of people. He’s been incredibly secretive the whole times he worked there, which has been estimated to a long while, maybe 6-7 maybe even 8 years. Even I didn’t know about him until a little bit ago because no victim of his has been left alive, or in one piece, except one. They’re the only one who gave the FBI a lead that this guy even existed.” Griffin rambled.
“What happened to the living victim?”
Griffin made a cutting motion on his throat.
“Dead. Found slaughtered in their apartment. The guys really crazy. Sadistic and has clearly no moral compass. Trust me, from what I’ve seen, nothing is too low or crazy for him.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay, Griff?”
“Finn, I’m always fine. Plus, we’ll always be together anyway. I won’t get in too much trouble on my own. I’ll be careful, but you can’t blame me for trying to satisfy my morbid curiosity about this guy. His crimes kind of make me want to dig into his brain. I want to figure him out since he doesn’t appear to have a very big motive and I don’t think sadistic tendencies are enough to make him keep associating with the mafia. The victim said he didn’t appear money greedy and seemed pretty honest and was pretty straight up whenever they asked a question, though that could be debatable. Enough about him, what does the boss want you to take care of?”
Finney signed in despair, to the amusement of his friends. “I need to catch the Arellano gang and put the leader in handcuffs.”
Bruce spit out his tea and Griffin looked flabbergasted.
“The Arellano Mafia???? Are they crazy, or they just want you to die? That mafia is estimated to be huge and literally no one knows anything about them except that when they kill, they leave a little drawing of snakes on the body! No way, its way too dangerous! Next thing we know, we’re going to find you in a body bag!”. Bruce slammed his hands down onto the table.
“Look, it sounds crazy, but they said that I can draw back whenever as long as I get some good info.”
Griffin and Bruce eyed each other, as they both knew how sly the FBI could be and knew that there was very little chance that they would actually let Finney step out. They both knew, however, how stubborn Finney could get when he got a seemingly unsolvable case. He wouldn’t listen to reason, no matter how dangerous it seems.
“Be careful Finn. Please.”. Bruce grabbed his hand and held it tightly as he sighed.
“I always am. Plus, just like Griffin said, we’ll be together the whole times. Well, most of it.”. Finney grinned as he gently eased Bruce’s hand off him and started to eat.
They’d be fine. They always are in the end.
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“Guys we’re late! Get up, get up! We’re going to miss the flight!”
“Oh fuck me sideways!!!”
“EW Griffin!”
“Fuck off and both of you pack your shit!”
Needless to say, they barely made it into the plane on time. The flight felt like it took forever (it only took a few hours, but Griffins dramatic ass made it feel like forever to Finney Blake in particular). They git off and had no issue ordering a cab to go to their new home.
“This is home sweet home for now. Unpack your stuff and get cleaned up, ok? I’ll go and pick up our order of sushi. I ordered some while we exited the plane. I’ll see you soon!”
“Be careful Finn!”
“Yeah yeah!”
Finney left the house and was happy to see “his” new car, or the car provided by the government, in front.
Finney finally parked his car and sighed as he pocketed his keys. The FBI agent passed in front of a rowdy sounding alleyway to get to the restaurant. He tensed up slightly as he heard grunts of what he assumed was pain. He internally debated checking it out and he hesitated as he couldn’t see what was going on and since this was in a sketchy area. A particularly loud grunt managed to convince him. If worse came to worse, he has his gun and taser along with medical supplies so what the hell does he have to lose (curse his bleeding heart he could lose a couple of things Ex: his life, a limb, etc.). Finney cautiously walked into the incredibly sketchy area.
“Hey are you okay? I heard like-um pain?” Finney cringed at his awkward questions. Of course, someone was in pain, he could kinda already hear it.
“Who the fuck-agh, mierda- are you?”
He startled as he finally saw a man on the ground. He was handsome, thought Finney dazedly. Oh, for fucks sake the guys in pain, and that’s his first thought???? Finney felt a flush rising to his face as he tried to refocus. The guy was injured, blood was rapidly spreading to his white tank top that clung to his skin-OKAY! Okay, focus Finney. Handsome guy was bleeding from his side.
“Do you need any help?”
The guy looked dazed. He didn’t really seem to be focused on hearing what Finney was saying. He was suffering from blood loss. He needed to treat him now unless he wanted Mr. Handsome to die soon.
“Sir? Hey sir. Answer me? How many fingers am I holding up?” Finney felt sweat dripping down his back. Is the guy going to die right now? He seemed to snap him out of whatever was making him stare a hole into Finney’s face and he seemed to scrunch up in pain.
“Your-you’re holding two fingers up.”
Finney’s face broke into a smile and the mans dazed look came back full swing again.
“I’m going to treat that, ok? You’ll need to get treated at the hospital, but I can stop the bleeding. Do I have your permission to treat you?” Finney reached into his bag, ready to wrap the guy up as soon as possible. Handsome was hesitating clearly, looking between Finney and his wound. He reluctantly nodded and Finney made a beeline for his wound. The agent tensed up slightly. He felt… Observed. Watched. Someone was watching his ass. Mystery man was part of something. While he was preforming first aid on him, he heard the tan man mumble something incoherent for him.
“Hm? Did you say something?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, what’s your name carino?”
No matter how handsome that guy was, Finney was already technically undercover and has been ever since he entered Las Vegas so there’s no way that he was telling him his actual name.
“Michael. Yours?” Finney boldly lied.
“Robin. Nice to meet you, Michael.”
Robin let out a weak smile that made Finney melt. He was charming, sue him.
“Its very nice to meet you, Robin.” He smiled back at him as he finished him up. “Ok, your all set. Do you need me to call you an ambulance? A friend?”
“No-no, no ambulance. I need to call a friend of mine, he lives really close to here, ya know.”
Finney could hear the slight accent in his voice now, and he could swoon. Why the fuck is he swooning after only just meeting this guy? He has his blood on his hands! Literally! He needed to get away from this guy to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid of embarrassing. Robin pulled out his phone and mumbled into it for a minute while Finney packed up the first aid.
“Thanks, you really saved my ass there, Michael.”
It felt wrong to hear him call him that, so, against protocol, Finney made an exception.
“Just-just call me Finn. It’s a weird nickname got when I was younger. Friends call me that more often than Michael.”
Well, what was the harm of just giving his nickname?
“Okay then Finn. I’m all good now.”
Finney flushed. This is so embarrassing why did he say that! He clumsily got up and was about to turn around, convinced the guy would be okay, before a hand urgently grabbed his wrist.
“Hey wait!”
Finney tilted his head in question, waiting for him to continue.
“Can I, would it be possible, to get your number?”
Finney’s face flushed beet red and Robins face mirrored his.
“I mean, only if you want to!”
Robin seemed flustered and Finney decided to spare him a bit of embarrassment. He undid Robins surprisingly stubborn grip on his wrist and took out a pen out of his bag. Finney decided that Robins confused face was incredibly adorable. He scribbled his phone number on Robins’ hand and decided to risk it by drawing a small heart. He let go of the wrist and started to exit the alley.
“Bye Robin! Call me!” Finney made a phone motion with his hand and gave a grin and hurried away. He didn’t quite want to stick around for Robins friend. Robin had clearly been involved in something judging by the wounds and just in case, Finney would rather only give his second number to him and a fake name, no matter how handsome he was.
(30 minutes earlier)
Robin panted as the wound was aggravated. He was so stupid! And cocky! And a goddamn motherfucking idiot! He had decided to go meet one of his rivals here again and thought the guy was trustworthy! He had gotten soft. He snarled as he remembered how smug the bastard was as his buddy shot him from behind. And now he was bleeding out in an alleyway and his phone was in his back pocket and he was bleeding heavily. Just as the Latino was about to grab the phone, he heard soft, careful footsteps. He tensed, ready to get up and fight through the pain if it was an enemy. The person came into view and
It was an angel. An incredibly pretty angel.
Huh maybe he did already die.
“Hey are you okay? I heard like-um pain?”
Robin snapped out of the daze pretty boy put him in and felt the pain hit him like a tidal wave.
“Who the fuck-agh, mierda- are you?” A grunt of pain him cut him off mid-sentence. Pretty boy carefully came closer and wow he was really pretty. Soft, brown hair, doe eyes, small frame. Basically, a twig. A very cute twig, but a twig none the less. Robin untensed slightly, he doesn’t trust appearances, but he doesn’t look like a threat.
“--------sir. How many fingers am I holding up?”
He snapped out of the daze, realizing he missed half of what he said.
“Your-you’re holding two fingers up.”
Oh wow, pretty boy was even prettier when he smiled.
“I’m going to treat that, ok? you’ll need to get treated at the hospital, but I can stop the bleeding. Do I have your permission to treat you?”
You have the permission to kill me if you want to.
Where did that come from. This boy was dangerous he’s sure of it! He nodded hesitantly. Why was he so attracted to this guy???
He immediately started to treat the injury and Robin heard an annoying Blonds voice break into his ear (though his communication device).
“Arellano, I’m on the adjacent building to you, 10th floor. Say the word, and this guy’s guts are on the wall, and I come get your ass.”
“Stand down pinball. You do that and your head will be on a spike. Will give you updates after.” He mumbled, making sure Pretty boy didn’t find out that a sniper was glaring right at him from behind. They exchanged names and he knew better than to give pretty boy his real name, but he really doubted Michael would do him harm just after helping him. When Finn (he already let Robin call him a nickname??? A cute nickname his friends call him???) finished up and started to leave after Robin made a call to his perfectly legal doctor to get ready to treat him the second he got there, Robin would never admit to it, but he desperately latched onto his wrist. His wrist was small, bony. Fragile…
“Hey wait! Can I, would it be possible to get your number?” Robin marveled at how red Finn’s face became even though he was pretty sure all of his own blood rushed up.
“I mean only if you want to!” After all, he’d hate to scare him away. He would actually slam his head in a wall if that happened and he became a “pushy weirdo” story that poor Finn told his friends about, and he’d never even want to be in the same vicinity as any other person named robin for the next two years-
Pretty boy undid the grip he had on his wrist and took out a black pen. He gently held his hand and wrote down something and let go. He treated robin as something delicate, precious. And if that didn’t make him feel warm inside, nothing would. He was always treated like a ticking time bomb, someone you needed to be careful of, someone that was always violent and sly. No one really treated him gently except his uncle and his mom.
“Bye Robin! Call me!”
Finn made an adorable gesture with his hand as he left. The mafia boss had no idea how long he stayed there but Pinball was suddenly in front of him and looked utterly unimpressed.
“Real smooth Robin. Real fucking smooth.”
“Fuck off Vance, I’ll cut your paycheck in half. Now help me get the hell up.”
Finney got to the restaurant, grabbed the sushi quickly(while expertly hiding his hands in his vest, and hurried back home.
“Hey Finney, what took you so loooOOONNG! Is that blood???? Are you injured?! Do I need to call a hospital??!!!”
Griffin freaked the fuck out the second Finney made an entrance, scrambling to check him over to see how bad his injuries were.
“No, no! None of this is mine!”
“Oh, thank god.” There was small moment of silence. And then another storm.
“WAIT WHAT! Finney, please tell me you dint kill someone the day we got here?! I mean, not that I’d care but still! Did you hide the body or do you need any help? Hold on, let me get some bleach and the shovel-”
“No! Griffin! Stop freaking out! Someone was injured in an alleyway, and it was a big wound, so I helped them out no big deal! And stop encouraging me to kill people randomly! We’re FBI agents for god’s sake!”
“Oh, ok good, good. I mean I wouldn’t care if you killed anyone but on the first night… Anyway, were not technically FBI agents, were their hidden wild cards and we were trained by the fucking program so they should expect we’d turn out a bit psycho-“ Griffin was cut off by Finney’s loud groan.
“Oh, for fucks sake griffin just shut your ass up and help me set the table.”
“Okay, sir! And go wash your hands! It smells like copper everywhere.”
“Hey guys I heard yelling-OH MY GOD FINNEY IS THAT BLOOD?! ARE YOU HURT?!”
“Oh, not again!”
Bruce’s frantic screams of worry and Griffins crazed cackle filled the home as Finney desperately tried to explain once more what happened while Bruce was speed dialing an ambulance.