Pedro Pascal Characters one shots & short stories

Murder On The Dance Floor (Dave York)

Warning: swearing, death, murder, smut.

Summary: A little prequel to Isn't My Affair Anymore. Inspired by Sophie Ellis-Bextor's - Murder On The Dancefloor.

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The nightclub was booming with life when you entered, it really wasn't your cup of tea yet unfortunately this job required for you to be here. Reaching the bar, you order a drink whilst silently taking surveillance of the room. Far off in a dark corner, Ari and Kovac were having drinks together, a few chairs to the left of the bar, was Resnik, and right next to you, pretending to be a stranger was the bane of your existence; Dave York.

The man was a total asshole. Well, at least only toward you. At first you thought it was because you were new to the team, the others having been good friends and teammates for years. Then you thought, perhaps it was due to the nature of you having joined the team that made Dave so hostile toward you. "Anyone would be extremely pissed if they've been blackmailed into taking in an extra member into their secret assassins for hire team, wouldn't they...?" You of course knew who Dave was, having interacted with both he and Susan over agency related matters as part of your duties. You came across Dave's secret side job by accident; working in the Defense Cover Office of the DIA came with its perks, so it wasn't that hard to dig around a bit and figure out what he been up to. And instead of outing him to the higher ups, you offered him a sort of partnership in exchange for your silence; with the high security clearance access you had, you would do proper background checks on each job before they were executed to secure the teams safety and therefore become an active member of the team. "Being a contract killer, you had to be extra careful..." Where the others found your addition as valuable, Dave had openly hated it, and the two of you had been butting heads ever since.

Taking a sip from your drink, your eyes land on the entrance door just as the target enters, "Show time..." you utter against the rim of the glass.

"Don't fuck it up" Dave's voice comes across your ear peace.

"Blow me" you retort.

"The two of you need to get a room..." Resnik remarks then while Ari and Kovak can be heard softly snickering over the ear peace.

"He wishes" you scoff, making your way in the direction of the target.

Murder...

It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not kill the groove
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
About your kind
And so-and-so and so-and-so and so-and-so and so
I'll have to play

If you think you're gettin' away, I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way, boy, just come along
Hear me when I say, hey

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"Omg, your shoe!" you gasp in surprised apology after 'accidently' bumping into the target and spilling your drink onto his shoes. "I'm so sorry... let me get something to clean it up."

"It's quite alright" the man assures you with a smile, shaking the liquid off his shoes. "See... perfectly fine. No harm done."

"I'm such a klutz" you chastise yourself, flashing him a doe-eyed smile. "Could I get you a drink as an apology then?"

"Oh, there's no need..." the man politely declines, causing you to pout in response. "Such a sad face for such a beautiful lady..." he tsks, reaching out to tilt your chin up. "How about a dance...?"

It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey
It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down