"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody"
~Mark Twain
She waits, enveloped in the shadows of the alley, motionlessly leaning against a wall. Celebratory shouts and singing can be heard on the street outside of her hideout, but she will take no part in the festivities.
A tall man, obviously drunk from the party, stumbles into the alley. He's laughing and talking over his shoulder unaware that his life is about to end.
With eyes of a hawk, she observes.
"Hey, Dmitri! You gonna come to the after party?" His short friend yells down the alleyway, nodding back at the two taller women who accompany him. They smile and laugh at Nikolai's question, and ask again in whiny voices. Nikolai's definitely drunk, but his eyes flit around the shadows of the alley, aware and alert.
Dmitri shakes his head and laughs, "Nah, I think I'll miss this one, Nikolai!" He's walking backwards, but she can see from his posture he's packing, he holds his arm out slightly farther from his body than normal. Not enough to be extremely noticeable, but enough for her.
"Come on!" Nikolai whines.
"I have work to do!" Dmitri shrugs. She shivers at his words, knowing Dmitri's work is far from innocent.
Huffing, Nikolai relents. "Fine, but you'll be sorry you missed out on the New Year's of a lifetime!"
Dmitri responds but she's stopped listening. Unholstering her gun quietly, she waits for his to turn. His friend leaves- finally- and as right before Dmitri turns around she steps into the light.
His foot stops mid-stride when he sees her. Eyes flashing with fear. She remains impassive, her finger squeezing a little harder on the gun hidden in her side.
Dmitri swallows nervously and starts rambling, "Helluva party right? Seems like every year it gets bigger and-" His voice chokes off when the gun is pointed at his face.
From ten feet away, she can see beads of sweat form on his head and glisten in the light of the lamp at the end of the alley. Somewhere in his miserably sick brain, he's realized this is the end.
As is expected, he starts to beg, "I know that I've done things, bad things, but I didn't start out that way!" He's trembling at how impassive she is. She takes a step forward, and is further bathed in light. His eyes widen as he realizes who she is, and she almost smiles.
"Why are you doing this? Who hired you?" He pleads, trying to buy time.
Her mouth slips into a sneer. "No one. You've made me into what I am."
Eyes widening and mouth slack, she nearly hears the light bulb go off over his head. "T-This is about your mom?" Taking the silence as a yes, his knees wobble. "They'll know it was you!"
A last ditch effort to be saved. Pathetic. "You forget, I know all their tricks. Being a cop has it's perks."
He jumps when the fireworks start. Colors start to crisscross in the alley and mix into a cheery glow.
This is her chance, and he knows it. He tries to run, but he should know better. Running away never works.
All it takes is one shot to the back of his head, and Dmitri Petrov joins his victims.
The phantom Detective Kate Beckett is gone before his blood pools.
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