Barry Berkman

Part 8

I stopped dead in my tracks, closed my eyes, and let out a sigh. I turned around to face him and he looked desperate. I weighed my options and decided it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Um, okay. That would be nice, thanks." I quickly replied. His eyes went wide for a split second. He relaxed and I told him I had parked outside of his house.

I walked towards the passenger side and saw him fumble with his keys before unlocking the door and letting me in. I sat down and he waited for a minute before revving up the engine. He pulled out of the spot and we continued down the road. It was quiet except for the music playing on the radio. Metallica. I thought to myself. I wasn't much for rock, but he didn't seem to be either. As we neared the corner to his house, I checked the time again. 2:06 AM. I sighed and he turned to face me.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Oh, uh, no. It's just late." I replied. He nodded in response and pulled into his driveway. No sign of the neighbors yet, which was good. He turned the car off and we both got out. Hurriedly, I walked towards my car. I felt his gaze upon me. He stuttered a bit, choosing his words carefully.

"Hey, I um, do you mind helping me with Goran?" He asked worriedly. I sighed and realized it was my fault that there was a dead Russian guy in his rented bedroom.

"Okay." I paused and walked towards the door with him. He unlocked it and I set my coat down before going up the stairs. We walked into his bedroom and Goran was laying there peacefully. I guess. He opened a drawer in the dresser and handed me some latex gloves. I slipped them and he did the same. We discussed what to do, and went outside to dispose of the body.

Once we finished, we walked back towards the house. He opened the door for me and I grabbed my jacket. As I made my way back to the door he stopped me.

"Hey wait. I just wanted to apologize." He said. Oh not this shit again. I thought to myself.

"I just feel bad for frightening you and I was very stressed out about the situation. And I'm also sorry about your gun. So uh, you can have mine." He took out one of his guns and tossed it to me. Nervously, I scratched the back of my head.

"Well, thanks. I'll, uh, use it well?" I chuckled a bit. "And I am sorry for trying to kill you, I swear I had no idea about the Fuches set up thing." He gave me a half smile and two thumbs up. We stood there awkwardly until I spoke up.

"Okay well I guess I should go now."

"Oh yeah! Of course!" He said weakly. As I started back down the driveway I heard him call one last thing.

"Y/N, thanks for not killing me." He said.

"You're welcome Barry." I dead-panned and unlocked my car. And with that, I drove off.