Broke, Blind, Or Bedlam?
By LoveAnimeForever
01: Broke
It had been an easy con, really. But tonight's luck had just gone against him, and ugh this "getting arrested" shit was supposed to be for children like Linus and Livingston. Alliteration not intended, and he did admit that Bobby's kid had grown into his own.
The rest of the eleven were safely gotten away, but some cops – Benedict's old team – had recognized him.
It showed that even the greatest artists like Daniel Ocean could screw up. Damn.
02: Blind
Thank goodness for people like Rusty, he supposed.
Not so many thanks for being convincing, he added mentally, as his friend slammed him against the side of the cop car and frisked him none-too-gently.
"Just find him, will you?"
And the classic panic-inducing pissed-higher-up act. The surrounding grunts scattered in search of the elusive Greg – Rusty had gotten used to the name – and they took the chance to slink away into the night.
03: Bedlam
"You know, now that-"
"No."
"But it'd be-"
"No."
"But-"
"You be the one in handcuffs, then."
And they both knew Rusty had only let Danny finish that sentence because the proposition hung so deliciously in the air. (The moment he'd heard the "you" he'd known what the other was about to say, after all. Their colleagues didn't get freaked and call it telepathy for nothing.)
Fi-
Before he could finish his sentence – even in his head – there was the (strangely satisfying) click of metal around his wrists and the feel of a hot mouth over his own. Danny pushed him backwards onto the bed, rough and payback for the cop act, bastard.
(In the next room, Basher groaned.
"What's wi'tha'infernal poundin', man?")