Unknown (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

7

Another day, another shoot-out.

"Do you seriously still not understand the chain of custody?" Patch sighed, "If you touch it, I can't use it."
Diego raised his hand, simultaneously waving off her comment and showing her that he was wearing gloves, "Let me save you some time running ballistics. These nine-millimetres haven't been manufactured since 19-"
"1963. Odd, I know. Matching cases were found at a murder scene last night," Patch cut him off, taking the casing from him, "Ishmael's Towing."
"The driver?"
"Found him hanging from the ceiling. Looks like he must have known something after all."
"It's a shame nobody told you to go talk to him." Diego smirked.
Patch ignored his spiking testosterone, "In the span of 24 hours, I've had attacks in three different places across town. Whatever this is, whoever this is, they're not slowing down. So, if you really give a shit and you've got any fresh ideas, I'm all ears."
"The guy's kid, in the doughnut shop?" Diego asked.
"I've got units tracking the extended family in case anyone goes after him."
"Well, this place must have surveillance footage."
"No, it doesn't exist. The first unit on the scene clocked two shooters fleeing the premises, wearing, get this, creepy kids' masks."
"The city is really going to shit, huh?"
"Coming from the guy dressed in spandex?" Patch mocked.
"It's not spandex, it's leather. And you used to like it. A lot, if I recall." Diego smirked again.
"God, please un-remember that."
"Etched into the data bank, Eudora."
"And we're done." Patch said, starting to walk away.
"Yeah, well, you go fill out your forms while I go hunt these animals down. And, Detective, I do give a shit." He told her.
Patch continued walking, passing Detective Beeman as he commented, "I still can't get over the fact that you two used to-"
"Not another word, Beeman. Not another damn word."

Just left dormant in the middle of the store, Diego looked once more around the store and made his way back onto the streets.

Trudging through the bustling streets, Diego couldn't help but pull out one of his many knives and start flinging it through his fingers like a small butterfly knife. Passers-by stared in horror as they brushed past the man, dodging him as best they could to avoid being nicked by the blade.

Diego's train of thought fell onto the woman he'd met earlier and the woman he'd just seen. The battle of emotions, he couldn't deal with it. Desperate to suppress both sides, he blocked them out, like he usually does. It was easier that way.

Distracted by his thoughts he reached the academy sooner than expected and bumped into yet another British person.

"Oh Number Two..." she said as they both rolled their eyes.
"Hey smartass" he smirked to himself.
"Did you go?"
"Where?"
"To the apartment building I told you about." she crossed her arms as she peered up at him.
She began to smile, already knowing the answer.
"Yes." he mumbled.
"And?"
"And what?" he asked.
"I know you met someone Diego, just tell me." she pried as they began to walk together as they headed in the same direction.
"Alright, her name is Y/N. She was being robbed when I got there."
"I know." she told him, smirking.
"Then why'd you make me say it?!"
"If you keep whining like that you'll actually need a nappy."
"What the fuck is a nappy?"
"God I hate Americans... it's a diaper" she was clearly frustrated.

They walked a little further, until they realised that they were parting ways.

"Going to be honest, I'd be glad to not see you for a while, Diego."
"Don't worry, the feeling is mutual, Hill..." he trailed off.

And with that the know-it-all Brit was gone.

A/N- .....i'm sorry that this is so bad. And i'm sorry I keep saying sorry. So anyway, hope you enjoy it despite the fact that it's shorter than usual. It will get good I PROMISE. It's just I have very little to work with in the first few episodes. But yeah see you Wednesday
- Dani