Twisted.
Part One.
This is my first time ever writing a 'Blacklist' story, but I got this idea and thought I would run with it. I've not seen any stories like this, and it doesn't involve a pairing as such, but hopefully, it's a fun read, but I get if it's not everyone's cup of tea.
'What if Donald hadn't killed Laurel Hitchin?'
Warning for a very twisted relationship, or at least a twisted one-sided relationship.
Like I said, I get this is not everyone's cup of tea, so I will post the first chapter and see where we go from here. Reviews are loved and appreciated.
Disclaimer – I own nothing.
"You don't pee standing up in my house, Donald."
Donald pushed her back, for a split-second he was content with letting her fall to the floor, but the moment she tripped he found himself moving to grab her arm, pulling her upright. A silence fell between them almost immediately. Laurel fought to find her composure, the slightest hint of fear etched on her face as Donald kept a firm grip on her arm, staring right at her, almost as if it were an intimidation tactic, one that he knew deep down wouldn't affect her.
Donald couldn't find words to speak, he was too shocked at himself for grabbing her, potentially saving her life. She'd made his hell for weeks, months even, but still he couldn't bring himself to let her fall, or die for that matter. Letting go of her arm he could see she was still trying to compose herself, the rise and fall of her chest, how many deep breaths she was taking, how hard her body was working to get rid of the shock she must have felt from falling backwards. Neither of them made a sound, Laurel fighting for calm, and Donald angry for doing what he just did. Thoughts bouncing around his head, how much easier his life would be had he have left her there, had he of walked away.
"Sit down. I'll get you some water." Donald said after a moment, although his voice is tight and harsh, he had no time to be nice or even polite. Anger was still boiling inside him, and she would be the one he took it out on without hesitation.
"Agent…" Laurel tried, folding her arms across her chest, but Donald wasn't interested in hearing her out.
"Sit down." He said again, this time with more force, not stopping to see if she'd move, instead, going through kitchen cabinets in search of a glass. He slammed the doors just to make a point, eventually finding a glass and filling it with water from the tap, waiting a few seconds, taking a deep breath before he turned around to face her again.
When he turned around, she was sat on the couch, and Donald couldn't help but feel like he's in a dream, it all seems so surreal, how quiet she was, why she hadn't spoken? She was clearly shocked, but he thought she would regain some composure quicker, but instead she was sat, lost in thought. Donald felt the slightest bit sorry for her, but pushed the feeling down, not wanting to feel anything for the evil woman that she was.
He trusted her. He trusted the system, he thought she was the help, thought she would support the task force, but instead she chose him as a target and made his life hell. After all, she had put him through, there was no way he was going to allow himself to feel sorry for her.
"I'm leaving. Don't call me again. I did what you asked, and I nearly lost my badge because of you." Donald put the glass down on the table, before taking a step back. Laurel smiled, shaking her head as she pushed herself off the couch to a stand in front of him.
"You do as I ask, or the next time I take your badge will be the last." Donald laughed a little, there was the woman he knew and hated, he put his hands on her shoulders, almost as if he were holding her steady, but more so to make a point.
"You will leave me alone, or the next time I push you away, I won't stop you from falling, and it certainly won't be in your kitchen." Laurel's face altered slightly, but not much, even though it was only a second Donald could still see it. Almost like a warning sign.
"We're going to have to make this marriage work, Donald." Seconds passed, and Donald shook his head, moving backwards, but Laurel had other ideas.
He knows her, how evil she is, how manipulating she can be, how dangerous she became. She was almost as bad a Reddington, but with more political power, she didn't need an immunity agreement to avoid charges, she had the President on speed-dial, the moment she pressed that button she would be protected by the US Government. Ressler wasn't sure what angered him more, her arrogance, or the fact that it would be him, as part of the US government that protected her from any crime she chose to commit.
His train of thought was stopped when he found himself with Laurel a lot closer to his body, and only seconds later for her lips to be on his. He wanted to push her away, but he was frozen in the moment, frozen in his thoughts and almost confused at what was actually going on, the surreal feeling from before was still hanging around like a bad smell, but on through was clear, she was enjoying this.
A minute passed before Laurel moved her head away from his, a smile on her face, that made it look as though she'd won like this was some twisted game and she had gotten first place. She looked happy with herself, and for the first time since potentially saving her life Donald actually looked at the woman stood in front of him, how smug she seemed, how strong she was, and also how confident she came across, you didn't need to be an expert to see that Laurel Hitchin had perfected the 'powerful woman' look over many years of working her way up.
"What is it that you want?" Donald asked, ignoring what she'd already said.
"I want you to do what I want when I say. What I say goes and you need to respect that." He laughed because it was mad, a special kind of crazy that only some of the world's worst people seemed to be capable of.
"I'm not about to respect a murderer. I do this job to put people like you behind bars." Laurel laughed a little, reaching up to straighten his tie, mimicking the actions of the perfect house wife, in the perfect house with the perfect working husband.
"Stop it." Donald steps backwards, but Laurel only moves forward, memories from only five minutes previous when he told her to stop and nearly ended her life, he'd seen head trauma before, she'd be gone the moment her head hit the corner of the kitchen island.
"You need to stop playing your twisted mind games. You are sick and you need help, I'm not going to wait around for your orders, you killed a friend of mine, you are the reason I nearly lost everything I have ever worked for. I am going to leave and you are going to do whatever the hell it is criminals do when you're not hurting others…" Ressler raised his voice, not a care in the world at who could hear him, he assumed she had security somewhere, but he was past caring, he was too angry, too upset to even think about hearing her out and considering what she was telling him.
"Shut up! God, you talk too much, Agent Ressler." Laurel shook her head slightly. "I wasn't going to let you lose your job and for the last time, I am not a criminal." It was frustrating for Donald to see how calm she was, how this didn't seem to faze her, how she didn't see the consequences of her actions.
"I'm leaving." He didn't have the time or even mental energy to go on about how she killed the second highest ranking official in the justice department, or how she was mad to think that after knowing him for two years that he would so easily walk over to the dark side.
"We'll have to talk more tomorrow. It would be a shame for this not to work out." Donald didn't say anything else, he just walked out of her living room, his badge in his pocket, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into, because although it made him sick to his stomach admitting it, Laurel Hitchin, if nothing else, was determined, and didn't look as though she was going to quit anytime soon.
What did you think? Would you like me to add more, or would you rather this be a one-shot? Reviews are loved and appreciated. Bethany.
