"Daddy.?"
Kurt got taken back by that and didn't know what to say. 'Daddy'.? Rock had a kid.? When he finally managed to talk, it seemed like it had taken forever, but now. "H- Um. Who are you looking for?"
The little girl giggled slightly. "Is my Daddy there.?"
"By 'Daddy', you mean The Rock? I mean, Dwayne Johnson?"
"Yeah. Is he there.?"
Kurt nodded slightly and looked for Rock. "Um. Yeah, but he's not here right now." Kurt smiled, just guessing the age of the little girl on the other side of the line. She sounded like she was just four years old and just her voice was adorable. "You want to leave a message, or do you want to wait for him to come back?"
"Well. Gwandma's going to take me to pweschool now. We can call him back. Thank you." With a sigh, she hung up.
Kurt looked at the phone before putting back where he had gotten it from, feeling bad for the little girl. She sounded sad at not being able to talk to her father, but it wasn't like Rock was back or anything. . But he could have at least gone to go get him. Sighing, he waited for Rock to come back, which was almost ten minutes after he had hung up. Once Rock got back inside, watches him put a second folder on the back seat as he himself hesitated on how to tell him. "Your.daughter called."
The minute that Kurt said that, Rock snapped his head towards him; frowning deeply and looking like a lion that had just seen someone pass through his property. "What the hell did you just say?"
"Your daughter called."
"Who the hell said you could answer my phone?" Rock's voice wasn't loud; it was calm but still sounding like he was extremely pissed off; which made Kurt a bit nervous. Whenever Rock got pissed, he'd yell and be sure that what he had to say was heard, but now. He was just.calm. When Kurt didn't answer, Rock frowned deeper. "I asked you a fucking question."
Kurt sighed; somehow knowing that this would end up in a really bad way. "Look, I know I had no right, but your phone was ringing. What was I supposed to do? Let it ring? You wouldn't have gott-"
"I got something called voice mail." After a small while of silence and him being extremely upset, turns to Kurt. "What did she say?"
"That she'd call you later; because her grandma was going to take her to preschool." Rock didn't say anything and reached for his phone before stopping himself. When Kurt saw the hesitation in his eyes, tries to ask him something else. "So. How old is she?"
Sighing, Rock sat back. "Didn't you hear her? Preschool age. She's four."
"And her mother?"
Turning to Kurt, Rock gave him a small glare. "What is this? Sharing time?" When he saw Kurt looking away, sighs after a while. "I can't tell you. How do I know you won't be blabbering around everything I say?"
"It was just a question."
"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you. It's a secret. No one knows I have a daughter." Kurt didn't know if he was kidding or actually serious in the first part. Rock, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, took out his gun and put it on Kurt's forehead; keeping it there to see just how he'd react. When Kurt didn't move nor showed fear, pulls down the gun and puts it back in the inside of the pocket of his coat. "You didn't yelp or anything. Very surprising."
"I knew you wouldn't shoot."
Rock, amused at Kurt's response, raised an eyebrow. "Is that so.? You *knew* I wouldn't shoot?" Not waiting for the answer, he put the gun to Kurt's forehead again. "What about now, Smart Guy? You think I'm going to shoot now?"
Kurt shook his head as best as he could. "You might. But it'd give away the fact that it's not loaded." When he saw the surprise in Rock's eyes, he felt just how hard relief came over him. Sure, he had kept down any sort of emotion, but he had really been scared deep down. . Not that he'd admit it.
"How the hell."
"There's a trick to that. If you would have done it, you would have pressed the gun harder against my forehead, and-"
"That's not always the case."
"Yeah, but your finger on the trigger was way too loose. It was like you were posing or something. If it would have been loaded, your grip would have been stronger. You just want to freak me out."
Rock didn't answer to all that, he just smirked, before turning on the car again and driving somewhere else. "Damn right. Besides, I haven't shot someone in two years."
Kurt frowned at him. "Why two years? What happened?"
Shrugging, Rock answered like his answer was the most common thing to say. "Shot my partner. Why do you think I don't get along with partners.? They all know I killed one already." Even if he didn't turn to him, he could feel Kurt's shocked expression, which made him chuckle. "Damn, boy, you believe everything you hear, huh.?"
Kurt gave him a dirty look before looking out the window. Soon after, though, the curiosity got the best of him and turned back to Rock. "So who was that little girl.?" When Rock didn't answer and just glared at the road ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel, Kurt simply sighed. "Fine. Why'd you put that gun to my head, then?"
"To see if you'd squeal or not. Need trust, right? Trust between partners.?"
"Ok. . Who-"
"Man, you are filled with damn questions. Who was the person I was talking to? I have connections. This person knows more about them than you'll know." Kurt started going through the papers again, surprised at the information that Rock had gotten. There was updated information that Vince didn't even have yet. And then pictures from warehouses and hide outs that no one had even heard of. Surprised, Kurt looked up at Rock as Rock continued to talk. "Three of the two warehouses are already being checked out by other agents that want to take this from us. We, of course, can't let this happens for the mere reason that this whole thing would bring a big paycheck." As Kurt nodded in agreement, Rock added underneath his breath in a sneer filled with hate. "And we have to get the son of a bitch."
When Kurt heard his tone, he turned to him but let it go when he saw Rock normal, so he didn't say anything. After a short while, Kurt asked. "So we're going to the third warehouse."
Rock shook his head. "They're taking care of that with too much detail. If I park my car anywhere there, they'd probably blow us up or shoot the shit out of us. No, we need to approach this with more caution. Blend in, somehow. The warehouse is close to the old pier where a bunch of gangs hang out during the night. We should do that and inspect everything, watch what they do, time them when they walk in and walk out; manage to find a way in, find out everything that they do. Become their damn shadow, but without them knowing." Rock turned to Kurt for a little while before laughing and turning back to the road. "Except *you* won't blend in. You have 'COP' written all over you."
"What, and you can actually pull it off?"
Smirking, Rock nodded. "Yep. I've done it before."
Kurt got taken back by that and didn't know what to say. 'Daddy'.? Rock had a kid.? When he finally managed to talk, it seemed like it had taken forever, but now. "H- Um. Who are you looking for?"
The little girl giggled slightly. "Is my Daddy there.?"
"By 'Daddy', you mean The Rock? I mean, Dwayne Johnson?"
"Yeah. Is he there.?"
Kurt nodded slightly and looked for Rock. "Um. Yeah, but he's not here right now." Kurt smiled, just guessing the age of the little girl on the other side of the line. She sounded like she was just four years old and just her voice was adorable. "You want to leave a message, or do you want to wait for him to come back?"
"Well. Gwandma's going to take me to pweschool now. We can call him back. Thank you." With a sigh, she hung up.
Kurt looked at the phone before putting back where he had gotten it from, feeling bad for the little girl. She sounded sad at not being able to talk to her father, but it wasn't like Rock was back or anything. . But he could have at least gone to go get him. Sighing, he waited for Rock to come back, which was almost ten minutes after he had hung up. Once Rock got back inside, watches him put a second folder on the back seat as he himself hesitated on how to tell him. "Your.daughter called."
The minute that Kurt said that, Rock snapped his head towards him; frowning deeply and looking like a lion that had just seen someone pass through his property. "What the hell did you just say?"
"Your daughter called."
"Who the hell said you could answer my phone?" Rock's voice wasn't loud; it was calm but still sounding like he was extremely pissed off; which made Kurt a bit nervous. Whenever Rock got pissed, he'd yell and be sure that what he had to say was heard, but now. He was just.calm. When Kurt didn't answer, Rock frowned deeper. "I asked you a fucking question."
Kurt sighed; somehow knowing that this would end up in a really bad way. "Look, I know I had no right, but your phone was ringing. What was I supposed to do? Let it ring? You wouldn't have gott-"
"I got something called voice mail." After a small while of silence and him being extremely upset, turns to Kurt. "What did she say?"
"That she'd call you later; because her grandma was going to take her to preschool." Rock didn't say anything and reached for his phone before stopping himself. When Kurt saw the hesitation in his eyes, tries to ask him something else. "So. How old is she?"
Sighing, Rock sat back. "Didn't you hear her? Preschool age. She's four."
"And her mother?"
Turning to Kurt, Rock gave him a small glare. "What is this? Sharing time?" When he saw Kurt looking away, sighs after a while. "I can't tell you. How do I know you won't be blabbering around everything I say?"
"It was just a question."
"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you. It's a secret. No one knows I have a daughter." Kurt didn't know if he was kidding or actually serious in the first part. Rock, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, took out his gun and put it on Kurt's forehead; keeping it there to see just how he'd react. When Kurt didn't move nor showed fear, pulls down the gun and puts it back in the inside of the pocket of his coat. "You didn't yelp or anything. Very surprising."
"I knew you wouldn't shoot."
Rock, amused at Kurt's response, raised an eyebrow. "Is that so.? You *knew* I wouldn't shoot?" Not waiting for the answer, he put the gun to Kurt's forehead again. "What about now, Smart Guy? You think I'm going to shoot now?"
Kurt shook his head as best as he could. "You might. But it'd give away the fact that it's not loaded." When he saw the surprise in Rock's eyes, he felt just how hard relief came over him. Sure, he had kept down any sort of emotion, but he had really been scared deep down. . Not that he'd admit it.
"How the hell."
"There's a trick to that. If you would have done it, you would have pressed the gun harder against my forehead, and-"
"That's not always the case."
"Yeah, but your finger on the trigger was way too loose. It was like you were posing or something. If it would have been loaded, your grip would have been stronger. You just want to freak me out."
Rock didn't answer to all that, he just smirked, before turning on the car again and driving somewhere else. "Damn right. Besides, I haven't shot someone in two years."
Kurt frowned at him. "Why two years? What happened?"
Shrugging, Rock answered like his answer was the most common thing to say. "Shot my partner. Why do you think I don't get along with partners.? They all know I killed one already." Even if he didn't turn to him, he could feel Kurt's shocked expression, which made him chuckle. "Damn, boy, you believe everything you hear, huh.?"
Kurt gave him a dirty look before looking out the window. Soon after, though, the curiosity got the best of him and turned back to Rock. "So who was that little girl.?" When Rock didn't answer and just glared at the road ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel, Kurt simply sighed. "Fine. Why'd you put that gun to my head, then?"
"To see if you'd squeal or not. Need trust, right? Trust between partners.?"
"Ok. . Who-"
"Man, you are filled with damn questions. Who was the person I was talking to? I have connections. This person knows more about them than you'll know." Kurt started going through the papers again, surprised at the information that Rock had gotten. There was updated information that Vince didn't even have yet. And then pictures from warehouses and hide outs that no one had even heard of. Surprised, Kurt looked up at Rock as Rock continued to talk. "Three of the two warehouses are already being checked out by other agents that want to take this from us. We, of course, can't let this happens for the mere reason that this whole thing would bring a big paycheck." As Kurt nodded in agreement, Rock added underneath his breath in a sneer filled with hate. "And we have to get the son of a bitch."
When Kurt heard his tone, he turned to him but let it go when he saw Rock normal, so he didn't say anything. After a short while, Kurt asked. "So we're going to the third warehouse."
Rock shook his head. "They're taking care of that with too much detail. If I park my car anywhere there, they'd probably blow us up or shoot the shit out of us. No, we need to approach this with more caution. Blend in, somehow. The warehouse is close to the old pier where a bunch of gangs hang out during the night. We should do that and inspect everything, watch what they do, time them when they walk in and walk out; manage to find a way in, find out everything that they do. Become their damn shadow, but without them knowing." Rock turned to Kurt for a little while before laughing and turning back to the road. "Except *you* won't blend in. You have 'COP' written all over you."
"What, and you can actually pull it off?"
Smirking, Rock nodded. "Yep. I've done it before."