My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Criminals

Prompt: Nanocoffee 9 (Partners in Crime)

TW: Death, mentions of bombs, guns, and ANGST.

“Wow, that was amazing. You had me worried there for a moment, Dunc.” I lean over and press an apologetic kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry. But hey, we did get away with millions of dollars, didn’t we?”

She nods, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips. “You’re going to be the death of me, Duncan. Just like you were the death of Tiddles.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Yes it was! You didn’t tell me he was still in our apartment before we blew it up! You told me he was fine!”

“Yea? Sorry I was a little preoccupied with the homemade bomb in my hands that could blow up at any moment.”

She sighs, rolling over on the old and dirty motel mattress. We sit in one of those really sketchy ones in the middle of nowhere, the whole place smelling of mold and stains covering the room. The once white carpet is now so worn it is nearly nonexistent, now a dirty brown color. The man sitting behind the check-in desk seemed to be as old as the motel itself, his face as wrinkled as a raisin, barely saying two words to us as I threw down enough twenties to cover the room for at least a week.

“Now where do we go?” I shrug, staring at the yellowed ceiling.

“We could stay here for a while, keep watch of the news. Lay low. That old man didn’t recognize us so we should be fine.”

She moves to grab the remote that is covered in something sticky, turning on the tv that only gets two channels. Putting it on the one news station, I watch passively as some lady with too much makeup on tells us about a massive brawl that broke out in the Resorts Hotel in Queens.

A BP commercial plays on the other channel, and I nudge Kim with my foot. “We’re running low on food. I’m gonna run to that convenience store a few miles back. Do you want anything?”

“Get me some noodles or something.” I nod and give her a quick peck, rolling off the creaky bed.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. Love you,” I call, waving to her.

“Yea, yea. Whatever.” I roll my eyes and pull my hood up, hoping no one at the store recognizes me.

My car is the only one in the parking lot when I arrive, a woman in her mid-thirties standing behind the counter looking really bored. I walk up the aisle, grabbing some ramen cups and a bag of chips/crisps. I also grab a two liter of soda pop and start to head to the front of the store when a police officer/cop walks in.

I stop, immediately dropping my head and turning around in an attempt to avoid the cop who is now walking up my aisle. I start down a different aisle, trying not to draw the attention of the man in uniform.

I get to the till and set my things down, the woman barely glancing at me. “Would you like a bag for this?” I nod, the cop coming up to the register and standing too close for comfort. I catch his eye and nod at him, turning back to the woman to hand her the money.

I nod to both of them as I leave, grabbing my bag and walking out as nonchalantly as possible.

Kim can tell something is wrong the moment I enter our room. “What did you do?”

I grab her noodles out of the bag and toss them to her. “Got you noodles.”

“Duncan,” She stares at me.

“There was a police officer that showed up while I was there.”

“What?”

I set the stuff down on the side of the bed and sit next to her, the bed dipping under my weight. “He came in to buy a pop or something, purely a coincidence. I just got a bit freaked out. Anything new?” I gesture to the tv, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

“Nothing we haven’t already heard.” I nod, sliding my arm around her waist and resting my head against hers.

Pressing a kiss to her temple I wrap my other arm around her and pull her into a hug. “It will be fine, promise.”

We go to bed that night not expecting to wake up surrounded by police and FBI. “This is the FBI. We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up.”

“Wha- Duncan?” I sit up and run to the window, peeking through the curtains. Tons of police and SWAT cars surround the motel, many more agents and people with guns standing outside.

My stomach drops, the color draining from my face. “Kim?”

“Duncan, what’s going on?”

“We know you’re in there. Do not try to run. Come out with your hands up and you will not be harmed.”

She looks at me, her eyes wide with fear. I walk over and wrap my arms around her. “It will be okay, I promise.” I pull back slightly and look at her, cupping her cheek with one hand while the other reaches over to the nightstand where my gun rests.

A single tear runs down her cheek as she kisses me one last time. I put the gun to her head, moving my hand to wrap around her waist.

Then I pull the trigger.