Sanders Sides One Shots

Criminal

"Don't. Move." Virgil whispered into the man's ear and held a knife to his throat. The man had struggled once he was grabbed, nicking his neck on Virgil's blade.

"Logan!" The man yelled out in the dark. Virgil kicked him in the back of the knee, making the brown-haired man crumple to the floor.

Getting down on the ground, Virgil straddled the man to keep him still and replaced the knife back underneath his chin. "I wouldn't call out if I were you."

The man's eyes started to tear up, obviously afraid of having his house robbed and a knife against his throat, but he didn't say another word.

Virgil smiled, now having a compliant hostage. "Good boy. Now be a dear and follow me."

While getting up, Virgil kept the knife skillfully threatening his hostage. He led the man to what he believed was the pantry of the kitchen they were in. Opening the door, Virgil shoved the man in.

He fell to his hands in knees on the floor and looked back up at the burglar with tears streaming down his face. He never thought this would happen to him. The door shut, leaving him alone in the pantry with no way to escape or receive help, having had his phone taken from him.

As soon as Virgil shut the door and propped a chair against the door knob, he heard a voice from behind him. "Don't move."

Virgil laughed. "Funny. I just told your husband the same thing not one minute ago."

He turned with his hands up to meet another man, this one holding a gun pointed at him. The man, likely the Logan the other man called for, glared. "Put down your knife."

"Or what? You'll shoot?" Virgil smirked and looked at the man, waiting to see a waver in the hand holding the gun. Surprisingly, his hand was steady. "Ah, I see. Cop?"

Logan nodded and flicked his gun a bit. "Knife. Drop it."

Pretending like he was defeated, Virgil slowly kneeled to the floor to act like he was going to put his knife down. Once he was steadily balanced on the balls of his feet in a crouch, Virgil only took a split second before throwing the knife at the cop.

It seemed the cop had been expecting a trick, because the knife was firmly embedded in the cutting board he held in front of his chest. He quickly put the cutting board aside and trained his gun back on Virgil.

"Good reflexes," Virgil murmured, surprised at his bad luck. For all the unlit houses on this street he could have robbed, he just got unlucky enough to choose one belonging to a cop.

...

It wasn't much later when Virgil was handcuffed to a table at the police station, having been brought in by backup that Logan must have called before confronting him.

Virgil wasn't worried though. He lay back in his chair and kicked his feet up the best he could with his hands on a tether.

"Logan, you really shouldn't be on this case," a voice sounded from just outside the door. "It's too close to home for you."

"He went after Patton," Logan's voice answered. "I want to see him get justice."

After a few seconds of silence, the door opened and a neutral-faced Logan walked in the door, shutting it behind him.

"Bring me a coffee?" Virgil asked, smirking cheekily.

Logan didn't bother to answer the question, knowing that the criminal could in fact see that he hadn't been brought a coffee. He sat down at the table across from Virgil with a manila folder. Opening it, Logan read out information on Virgil.