Hi everyone! Thank you for your last reviews and fav, hope you'll enjoy this new Sabriel! Don't hesitate and leave a review!

Prompt: "'I just committed a crime and i need to use you as a hostage i am so sorry' AU"

This is not how you flirt

Gabriel was just walking, the night was still young, and he wanted to take a walk before going home. He liked to do that when he needed peace and quiet, sometimes. He would just put on some songs, and escape this world for another less boring – less real.

That's why he didn't hear the footsteps coming. He could have prevented this from happening, otherwise. And he would have heard the policeman screaming and swearing just behind.

"HEY YOU! COME BACK HERE!"

Well that, he heard. Way too late. He felt someone grabbing his arm and drawing him lose, to an unknown man, to someone he fucking didn't know.

"Wow!" he gasped. "What the heck do you think you're doin-"

He stopped right before the insults came at the very moment he recognized the "someone he fucking didn't know" in question. He knew him. They were in the same class, same university, since high school, when they actually went to school. Which was not very often the case. But he remembered he had found him cute. And this cute guy had just grabbed him in the middle of the street. In the dark. Breathless. Not smiling at all. And this cute guy, he had a gun. A nice and warm gun. Hu oh.

"Hu. What is this for? I have no money", he informed.

Which was true. He never had any money on him. Who needed money when you were a skilled pickpocket?

"I don't need your money," the other man whispered, tightening his grip on him which made him choke. "I need you."

Well, that was unexpected. Not unpleasant, but unexpected. They started running across the alley-ways, and fuck, he had just done his jogging this morning – there was no reason why he should do one again, especially this late in the day.

"Wait a sec!" he screamed. His name came to him in a flash. "Sam! You're Sam, right? What are we doing exactly?"

"Don't ask questions," Sam answered. "I don't need more troubles."

He stopped and Sam almost fell – he was so tall, Gabriel thought.

"I'm not going anywhere. I don't know you, and if you need someone for whatever you're about to do, you picked the wrong guy. And by the way, you can't both threaten someone with a weapon and then say 'I need you'. This is not how you flirt with people."

"Shut up!" he almost screamed. "I have a gun!" he said, as if it was a solution for everything.

He didn't look frightened or anything. He even looked like he was used to doing this kind of things. Only this time, he had a hostage. And Gabriel could guess having a hostage had never been a part of the plan.

"They're coming, Sammy," Gabriel declared, looking very at ease, for a hostage.

"Don't call me that."

"What did you do to have the cops running after you, this time? Stole a car? Killed a grandma?"

"That is none of your business," he hissed.

The man grinned. Somehow, all of this sounded quite amusing.

"Bet on the grandma. Oh, maybe you killed a grandma with the car you stole? You genius."

Sam looked at him as if he was crazy. Maybe he was. Surely. He was tired of being sane, anyway. Life was too shitty to be taken sanely.

"Y'know, if you tell me what you did, I could help you" he tried.

"No."

"C'mon, Gigantor. What did you do? Tell me and I take you out of there. You have less than one minute. Because they're coming. I know the cops are dumbass around here, but it won't take them that long to find you."

"Why the fuck would you help me? I just took you as a hostage! And since when the hostages are so annoying – and want to help their muggers?!"

"Since they're bored."

He seemed to overthink everything.

"Twenty secs."

"Okay, fine! I stole a file about my brother, happy? Now, what's your plan?"

"Move to your right, five steps. Here's the keys."

Sam looked at him, astonished.

"Welcome to my district. I'm Gabriel, by the way."