This idea was inspired by the first episode of season 5 of Criminal Minds. I always thought that this permanent fashion that Belfry was so adamant she would stop Rogers with wasn't permanent at all. And thus this story spawned. I love the idea of Killian being a cop, and thus I know that there are a lot of dangers with that. And thus here is the inspiration for this story! Hope you enjoy! :)
Detective Weaver didn't know why he had decided to walk into the Belfry tower. But he did anyway. It wasn't something he would ever do voluntarily, however, he felt obligated to do so.
He walked out and found Victoria Belfry staring at a pair of shoes that belonged to her daughter. Weaver didn't quite know what to do at first.
"Did I come at a bad time?" Weaver walked closer to see if he could figure out for himself what was causing the resident tyrant so much distress, "I could come back if you have something...bigger on your plate."
"No! I assure you everything is fine." Weaver watched Victoria from his place in the center of the lobby. He hated this woman, but that wasn't why he was here. The detective had come here to warn her of something.
"Well then, that maybe a temporary condition." Weaver walks over to join Victoria at the receptionist desk, "It seems that Detective Rogers is close to solving the Eloise Gardner case."
"And why haven't you stopped him?" Weaver was both pleased and a bit terrified at her expression. She didn't seem to be bothered by it, only slightly annoyed at this. He was pleased, because he loved seeing this aristocratic menace in such a distressed state, but terrified because when she was distressed, that usually didn't mean good things for him or his associates.
"He has an emotional attachment to the case that makes it difficult to break." Weaver leaned up against the back of the desk and made it look like he was being nonchalant about this. He wanted her to feel intimidated. Because that would mean that they could come to an agreement on how to make sure this Eloise wasn't released to the world.
"If you can't break him of his little obsession, then I shall find someone who can do it in a more...permanent fashion. The choice is entirely yours."
Weaver nods nervously as he scrambled to find a way to stop Rogers from making a grave mistake. He knew Belfry had friends in high places and if this was not handled delicately, this could end up ruining the man he called a partner's life all over again. And if the man was who he thought he was, he would be in a world of hurt if that were to happen.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I must go attend to some other matters that don't involve you." And Victoria stalked out of the room and left Weaver standing there alone.
It was late into the night that night whenever he received that call. That call was from someone desperate for a person to disappear.
How this woman found him, he had no idea...but he knew of her importance in the matter. She was a prominent figure in these parts.
From what little he knew of the situation he found himself in, she decided that the only way she was going to get something she wanted, was to find someone who could destroy a young man once and for all.
He knew nothing of this young man or his role or importance in his new client's life. He did know that this wasn't going to end well for the man who was about to become his target.
So...the illustrious Victoria Belfry has come to grace my presence," He watched her walked around the corner of the docks and smirked at his visitor.
"Don't flatter yourself Mr. Branson, this is purely a business call I assure you."
"And what does Victoria Belfry need my services for?" He grew excited. Getting to work for one of the most nastiest villains on the face of the earth was going to prove good for business. If he could prove himself to her, he could have a job for life.
"I need you to help rid me of a thorn in my side." Victoria walked over to the table this man sat in in the middle of the cafe. He watched as she looked around nervously before joining him at the table.
"Don't worry about anyone overhearing. I pay these people to keep quiet."
She visible relaxed a bit before turning her steely gaze to me.
"Who is this thorn you speak of?" He watched as she placed an image of a young and very handsome man in a police uniform in front of him. He looked like the model officer. His uniform was all in order as was his very prim and prepared face. He seemed to carry himself in a manner than exuded confidence.
"Ah! Detective Rogers. I've heard so much about him." He thought about how he had run into the cop once or twice. Always a model officer and took his job very seriously. He looked up to Victoria Belfry, "Why do you want to get rid of him?"
"He is close to discovering the location of something most valuable to me. If he finds it, it will be the end of me. I cannot allow that to happen."
"Haven't you turned to his partner to help? I've heard Detective Weaver can be quite persuasive."
"I fear that Weaver has an emotional connection to his partner that makes it difficult for him to see clearly enough to get the job done. I need an outside man to put an end to this."
"And how can I help you then? I don't usually lift a finger against police officers unless they directly threaten me."
"I want him gone. Erased. He shall never see the light of day again."
"And what would I get in return? Killing a police officer is usually a one way ticket to Death Row."
"You will receive papers and documentation that will allow you to leave the country unnoticed."
"And let's say I refuse this. What then?"
"Then I will make your life a living Hell. I know you and your kind. You don't care about anything but your next job. And I know what you have done. They don't call you the Candy Killer around here for nothing. I can go straight to the police and tell them what I know."
"I don't care about anything but my next job?" She had to be kidding, "I care about not getting caught by the police."
"But what if I told you that there would also be a handsome payment for you if you also agree. You'll get 3/4ths of it now and the rest upon completion of the task."
He looked down at his hands and the drink that sat within. He honestly needed the money and if killing this man meant that he would get that and a way out, it was worth it.
"Alright, I'm in."
"Good! Now when can you start?"