Hunt/ Crossroads/ Ending

Prompts #001 – Beginnings, #002 – Middles, #003 - Ends

By: Kuroi Neko-kun

Summary: Life of an assassin and his bounty hunter.

Disclaimer: CSI: NY characters don’t belong to me. I thanks Ther/Miles for letting me borrow her BountyHunter!Flack.

Warning: Death and violence. No slash!

Characters: Danny Messer, Don Flack

Rating: FRM

Beta: Ther

A/N: It’s a friendship fic. I surprise myself.

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Hunt – Prompt #001 Beginnings

Of all bounty hunters, this one was persistent and as much as he enjoyed the attention, he knew he couldn’t afford it. The cost of such attention was his life, after all. And when did Danny ever pay up?

He couldn’t help but admire Don Flack. Every time they met, the fights they had were interesting. The main reason was the two always ended up bruised and bleeding. But they always left the fight alive.

That intrigued him because the other bounty hunters that went against him ended the fight with their lives. Then again, wasn’t it Danny’s job to make sure his chosen targets were dead? If he left one alive, it’ll ruin his reputation as the best assassin. He couldn’t allow it.

With a smirk, Danny looked down at his target and he knew that somewhere out there, Don Flack was watching the same man just for a chance to take his life.

They were the hunter and the hunted. Danny didn’t mind that.

As the cliché line would go: The hunt is on.

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Crossroads – Prompt #002 Middles

They were back to back, surrounded by what seemed like a hundred cronies of a two-bit gang who thought they ruled everything and when other gangs didn’t think so, they would fight over it. Danny couldn’t care what they think but he did care when someone became a victim in the fray of Gods and mice.

And that victim was a friend of a certain bounty hunter. Don Flack wasn’t pleased and Danny really didn’t want to see him die in the hands of stupid people. The bounty hunter deserved a better fight.

The last of their opponents were taken down easily. It surprised him how well they both knew each other. When they fought the group, it was as if their styles were in sync. Danny knew that wasn’t true. They just faced each other too many times, memorizing each of their moves so that the other wouldn’t get hurt badly.

Danny watched as Don dealt with their leader. If it were up to him, Danny would have killed him. Don left him with a few broken bones and a concussion.

They just looked at each other before parting. Neither needed to say a word to know what would happen the next time they met.

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Ending – Prompt #003 Ends

Both of them were facing a barrel of a gun. Neither could pull the trigger on each other and the both of them knew why.

With the number of times they had met over the years, they weren’t just a hunter and an assassin. They bonded. It wasn’t really a friendship. Rivalry wasn’t the real reason. They had respected each other and secretly admired the other’s skill.

Countless times, Danny wished that they didn’t have a bounty between them. Somehow, he knew that Don wished the same.

Three simple words: Let’s end this.

And they pulled the trigger at the same time.

Maybe in the next life, they would be friends.

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End

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