"Come on Garry, tell us what we want to know," Munch yelled at the suspect. He quickly glanced at Daisy. They had heard the yelling, but didn't know what had happened and her face didn't give it away.
"I don't know what you mean," Garry Betman replied coolly.
"You better start talking, or we'll arrest your punk ass for possession and intent to sell," Fin warned.
"Why? Those needles are my insulin for my diabetes," Garry told them calmly.
"Yeah, I'm sure that is what the lab will say after we send them down to get tested," Munch stated.
Daisy shoved the police sketch in front of Garry's face. "Tell us where he is."
"You should know," Garry answered her collectively. He didn't appear worried about a thing, which was extremely odd since most people do when the police have them collared.
"Why should we know?" Fin asked.
"Who is he? Where is he? Where does he work? Tell us everything you know about him."
Garry's response to her was a bitter laugh, as he muttered, "I knew he was lying."
Daisy glared at him. He was getting on her nerves, and refused to answer their questions. If he didn't cooperate soon, they'd be out of leads to find the perpetrator. She figured the only thing she had to lose was her job, and right now that didn't seem all too important.
"I'll give you one last chance," Daisy warned. "Tell us about him."
"Who?" he asked innocently.
Without warning, Daisy slammed Garry's head into the metal table, hard. He groaned and yelled, "You broke my nose, bitch!"
"You'll be lucky if that's all I break," she threatened.
He looked up at her serious face and said, "Yeah, I've seen him around."
"What's his full name?" Munch asked.
"Dunno." Daisy grabbed his hair and pulled. "Ow. All I did was sell him drugs."
Daisy didn't let go of the hair instead she pulled harder. "What's his name?"
"Ethan."
"Ethan what?"
"I don't know."
"Clampett, stop!" Munch yelled when he saw what Daisy was going to do, but it was too late. Daisy punched the drug dealer in the eye.
"Come here, Clampett," Munch said as he grabbed her arm and dragged across the room. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Getting answers."
"You can't do that, it won't be legal."
"What does it matter? We know he didn't do it, so why does it matter if we rough him up a bit?"
"Keep your crazy bitch under control," Garry yelled angrily.
"Shut up," Fin responded to Garry nastily.
"Clampett, you can't hit the drug dealers," Munch told her.
Daisy went to respond when she stopped short. For a brief second, something had reflected light in her eyes. She looked over at Fin and the drug dealer, and felt her knees weaken. "Fin look out!" she cried.
Fin quickly checked behind him, but not quickly enough. Garry soon had Fin's neck wrapped in an arm and something pressed against the thin skin of the neck.
Daisy and Munch rapidly pulled out their guns as Munch said, "Let him go, Garry."
"No."
Munch's eyes darted form Fin, to the needle filled with unknown substance pressed against Fin's neck. "What will it take to let him go?" Munch asked.
"Garry, if I were you, I'd asked for a brain. Only someone without one would try this," Daisy told him in a patronizing manner.
"Shut up, bitch," Garry said, tapping the needle.
"Yeah, shut up, Clampett," Munch said.
"Oh come on, this guy is the model idiot if there has ever been one," Daisy remarked.
"Daisy, I know you don't like me, but shut up," Fin said.
"He's not going to kill you, Fin," she reminded him. "He hasn't got enough to kill us all."
"I've got enough to kill one," Garry stated.
"But not the one you want," Daisy said with a grin. "Fin's not the one who slammed your filthy face in the table. He's not the one who broke your nose. You can't be much of man to be beaten up by a little ol' girl, now can you?"
"Shut up or I'll kill him!"
Daisy handed her gun to Munch, took a deep breath and walked forward. "You want me? Here I am." When he made no motion to get her, she laughed nastily. "You're pathetic. You can't even take down a defenseless little girl."
Garry snapped. He released Fin and dove onto Daisy. He pinned her to the floor by kneeling on her chest and one of her arms, while a needle was aimed perfectly to inject her. While the needle was pressed against her arm, Fin's gun was pressed against his head.
Fin looked down to make sure Daisy was all right, when he saw a few red marks across her arm. He frowned, and when Garry made a movement to inject Daisy, Fin said, "You'll be dead before you have a chance to finish."
"So will she," Garry shot back, grinning nastily at Daisy, "and it will be painful."
"What's in the needle, Garry?" Munch asked quietly.
Daisy looked down at the needle and felt sick. For a moment all she could focus on was how long the thin needle looked and wondered how deep it would go into her. She forced herself to look at the substance and began quivering. She answered Munch's question with a voice that was calm and steady, and in no way reflected how she felt. "Air."
A/N: oh, oh, what's going to happen now? and for those who don't know the side effects if air is injected into your blood stream, it will kill you rather quickly, but very painfully. of course I think some of you think Daisy deserves to die, couch, cough Ashley, and maybe she will? who knows (beside me, the author)? and here's a little suggestion that you don't have to follow unless you want to, tell me how you feel in a review. THANK YOU FOR READING!
