OK, I thought I might try my hand at writing a Justified story. I know that it doesn't follow the storyline of the show to a T but it does have some of the plot.
Unfortunately I don't own Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens or any of the Justified characters, only my own OC(s).
Please enjoy and review
Art looked up from his desk to see the familiar white Stetson walk through the front door and into the Kentucky Marshal's office,
"Raylan" He called. A pair of brown eyes fixed on the glass office of the chief deputy. He paused only for a second before walking through.
"What can I do for you Art?"
"Need you to go down to Harlan"
"What for?" The deputy sat down in one of the chairs across from his boss.
"Apparently Bo Crowder threatened Ava" Art lent back on his chair just a little further. Raylan opened his mouth but was cut off by Art, "And she's asking for you" He was tempted to argue but knew that it would get him nowhere.
"Yeah alright" He sighed as he stood. His cowboy boots making dull thuds as he walked back out the door and into the elevator across the hall.
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The black Lincoln pulled up in front of Ava Crowder's house next to one of the Harlan county patrol vehicles.
"What's goin' on here?" Raylan asked casually as he looked around the porch.
Ava looked up at him through her mess of blonde hair, black swelling highly visible around her left eye, "What does it look like Raylan?" She asked bitterly.
"Bo do this to you?"
"Yeah with the end of his shotgun. He came in here looking for Boyd"
Another female voice soon filled the air, "Instead he found Ava and shot Johnny"
Raylan's eyebrows went up for a second before he narrowed his eyes at the woman; trying to place her face, "I'm sorry, I feel like I should know you"
"Aww now come on Raylan don't send pick up lines like that if you don't mean em" She smiled. He waited for her to give her name. She folded her arms across her chest and sighed, "It's me, Charlie" Raylan's head moved slightly to the side, still unsure of the woman, "Charlie Crowder; Johnny's sister" His face relaxed and he remembered her in an instant.
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Johnny and Boyd stood at the back of the house throwing a football when a tall skinny blonde walked out into the yard holding a baseball bat. Her face was covered by a worn ball cap and her hair was tied up in a ponytail and peaking through the hole in the back.
"Charlie!" Her daddy's voice rang through the house.
Boyd caught the football from Johnny and both boys watched the teenager, who was only ten months younger than Johnny, storm off the property.
"Charlie you get your ass back in this house right now girl!" Both Johnny and Boyd knew that when Jake got loud it was because he was drunk. After their mother, Ellie took off, Charlie's fireball ways only got stronger. She learnt from her brother and her cousin how to be tough and it paid off. Charlie could throw a punch about as well as Johnny, she knew how to shoot a gun, she could hunt and skin any animal and she had one hell of a swing when armed with a baseball bat.
But Charlie being the youngest of the trio meant she always had Boyd and Johnny looking out for her.
"Charlie" Johnny hollered but she just shook her head and kept walking.
"Charlotte" Boyd called and she paused. Boyd was the only one who could call her by her full name and not have a fist fly into his face, "Where are you off to?"
"I'm goin' a few rounds down at the nets, why ya wanna come too?" Charlie turned to face the duo and raised her head. A split lip and a nasty red welt came into view and Johnny sighed, his head hanging low.
"He been drinkin' long?" Johnny questioned.
"Started 'bout an hour ago. I was cleanin' up in the kitchen and Jake must have decided that the phone call he got didn't end well. So I heard about it like always"
"Ya know it ain't always"
"Really Johnny? Does he ever hit his precious baby boy?" Johnny was silent, "I didn't think so. Now I ain't blamin' you for this but I am kinda pissed off so can we go please?" Boyd and Johnny looked at each other before walking off with Charlie to the baseball field.
Every single ball that came at her, she hit as hard as she could. Every now and then Charlie would give a small grunt as she tried to hit the ball harder, releasing her anger. Once the machine stopped she turned around to find Boyd and Johnny sitting on the bleachers on the side of the field. Charlie dropped the helmet to the ground and turned around to walk out the gate.
"Hey Charlie" She spun around and came face to face with a young boy sporting an injury similar to hers.
"Arlo been at you again?"
"Jake got to you I see" He quipped.
"How you doin' Raylan?" She smiled.
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"How you been Charlie?"
"I've been better Deputy considering my brother's been shot and my cousin in-law has a black eye"
"I suspect your uncle has something to do with that" He leaned forward a small bit.
"Bo will get what's coming to him, don't you worry" She smirked knowingly. Boyd soon appeared at the door.
"Ava? Are you ok?"
"Fine Boyd"
"Boyd you stupid ass, I oughta shoot you. You're the reason my brother's in the hospital and why Ava has a black eye"
"What are you talking about Charlie?" His head turned in his cousin's direction.
"Bo was looking for you because you blew up that truck"
"Daddy shot Johnny?" Charlie nodded once.
"You best hope you find him before I do" She warned.
Raylan cleared his throat, "Well it seems like ya'll got this so I'm gonna go" He walked out onto the porch and down the stairs.
"So that's it then?" Charlie called from the porch.
"I'm sorry?"
"You're just gon' walk outta here like that?"
"Would you rather I danced? Or maybe skipped?" Raylan smirked.
"Don't be a smartass Raylan, I can still take you" She walked down the stairs and over to him, "You wanna get a beer and catch up?"
"Just a beer?"
"Well bourbon" She smiled.
"Charlie" Raylan huffed with a smile as he looked over his car.
"Yes Raylan just a bourbon" Charlie watched as he looked over at her, "Or two" Her smile growing a little. Raylan had always had a hard time denying the smile of Charlie Crowder and more times than not, he had given into her wishes.
"Where?"
"You could always come over to my place" He raised an eyebrow, "Or a bar, if you want somewhere of more mutual turf"
"You still in your daddy's old place?"
"No Johnny took over that one. I'm in my aunt's place" He frowned slightly, "You remember Aunt Grace right?" Realization hit him again.
"I think I remember. I'll pick you up. 7 good for you?"
"Perfect" She smiled.