Hard Time Chapter 1

~{Hard Times Part 3}~

[12:00AM]

"YOU WHAT!?" Jesse cringed holding the phone away from his ear as Morrison yelled through it. "It's exactly how I described it. I went in to get Hanzo, but he had gotten pretty drunk. I'm sure he got into a fight before he arrived as well because some gang members went and tried killing him, so being the Overwatch agent I am I went and killed them before they could get to the Shimada." It sounded like a more solid argument in his head.

Just by the way the phone went silent McCree was just about 100-percent sure the commander was already driven up the wall at this point. It wasn't too hard to figure out once he had heard the deep sigh right after. "Please tell me you aren't sitting in jail with the Japanese government on your ass."

"Tch-what kind of agent do you take me for? Of course I got outta there before anyone could tell."

"Then why the hell do I see you on the news, headlines of articles, and social media?" It seemed to Morrison that the infamous hatted cowboy hasn't been identified, but the news still spread putting the agent in an extremely risky situation. This did not help McCree get on Morrison's good side for the early morning.

"Uh.... Ain't that the question of the day." Jesse had gotten so negatively worked up with Hanzo he hadn't even thought about security cameras that we're most likely plastered in the corners of the bar. Not to mention they had a full description of Hanzo's face now, which meant they'd need to keep their exposure to a minimum.

"Ngh.. I'm getting too old for this. Where are you two now? I'm trying find you on the locator but it's not getting a signal. Ana and Genji will come and pick you two up at the nearest destination you are in some time in the afternoon." Already Morrison was planning it all out the departure and arrival time once McCree exposed their location.

"Copy that. The package and I are at some rinky dink hotel in Tokyo. It's about five miles from the bar. Would have headed towards the train station, but Mr. heir-to-the-throne here couldn't even walk straight, so I had to drag him to the nearest safe spot.... Can't say it's the coziest, but it sure is well hidden. Also, I think the ride to Overwatch will be much smoother without Genji for this one. I know he misses his big brother, but seeing Mr. Shimada like this? It's best we keep this under wraps for now." Jesse kept the phone to his ear looking back over his shoulder from where he stood, which is by the balcony door. Looking around, the twin bed was pressed against the wall while a rotting night stand was beside it. A lamp that wouldn't even work remained idle on the dust collected desk, as well as the fake plant that was down by heater for some reason. Not to even get started with the bathroom, which Jesse is debating whether to use or not.

"Hm, I'll change it up and get Winston on board. Don't worry it will just be temporary stay until we come pick you up. How's the Shimada taking it?"

"Surprisingly well." The gunslinger sighed shifting to lean against the wall. He looked towards Hanzo Shimada, "The guy passed out on the bed as soon as I sat him down." Jesse chuckled tilting his head. "Ya know, for a ex-heir I expected him to be.. well more uptight like Genii says. Instead he's just... Sad looking."

There came a scoff on the other side on the signal. "Remind you of anyone?"

McCree grunted furrowing his brows, "hey-!" He whispered yelled. "I am not that sad lookin'. At least I don't think so." He mumbled the last part.

"Mhm, well I'll let you go for the rest of the night. Get some rest, you'll have to wake up bright and early."

Jesse disconnected the call right after, letting the back of his head against the wall for a moment. When he gets back to the base, Jack owed him a full glass of whiskey. He then yawned making his way over toward the bed. It was tempting to just sleep on the floor, but the bed did look damn comfortable. Stripping off his armor, serape, boots, socks, and shirt he tossed them all to the side of the bed on the floor. Probably not the most convenient of spots, but good enough.

Jesse struggled with trying to be silent when moving over Hanzo just to get to the side he wasn't hogging up. Jesse didn't even bother changing Hanzo or re-positioning him, for all he cared he could end up on the floor. For now, Jesse sufficed with being by the wall, so he got comfortable under the covers and shifted onto his side where he slowly closed his eyes. The silence of the room made him relax, the warmth, and the--"hmn?"

There was a shift, a groan, then something Jesse wasn't prepared for. As soon as his eyes opened he saw nothing but black, granted the room is completely dark, but he did feel something against his unclothed chest. Slow light puffs of air brushing against his chest made him stiffen before his hand cautiously brushed against what felt like a hip. Jesse repelled his hand back instantly and felt up more. He felt an arm, hair, then the profile of a face. "you gotta be fuckin' kidding me."

Squished up against Jesse was Hanzo. Of course once he got all comfortable the Shimada just had to scoot himself closer than needed. McCree furrowed his brows sighing once again. A hot feeling races to his cheeks out of embarrassment, but luckily the other was asleep and the room is dark. Keeping a hand under his pillow, and the other by his side Jesse had closed his eyes once again hoping to catch a few Zzz's before they needed to wake.

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[Author Notes: I swear I will make these longer....]