Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Donnie Brasco (Angst)

       "Y/N, I've told you several times, it's part of my job," Joe said carefully, trying not to lose his temper on Y/N.

       "You knew exactly what you were getting into when you married-"

       "I know, Joe! I know!" Y/N shot back, fingers running through her hair in frustration.

       It was currently nighttime at the Pistone household. Y/N and the girls had finished dinner and Joe had gotten home ten minutes late afterwards.

        After the girls were sent to bed, talk about what was going on at work quickly escalated to a fight.

        "At least take the holidays off. If not for me," Y/N stated, and this brought widened eyes to Joe's face, "Then at least for your daughters?"

        Joe knew, intellectually, that she was right, this undercover job did take alot of his time away from his family.

        But he had to keep this up, who knew what the gang would do next that would be valuable to the case?

         "I want their father in their lives, Joe." Y/N begged. She rubbed her forehead slowly.

          The mention of his daughters only made his heart twist more. Was she trying to guilt him? Didn't she know that he thought about the girls everyday-

          "What would you have me do? Quit?" Joe demanded, teeth clenched. "I've gotten so close to these guys, and they trust me; I can't just throw away the case."

            Bowing her head, Y/N's hands met the kitchen table. Joe looked away, quickly. He didn't want to lose it on her, but he could feel it rising, like a filled milk jug.

            Instead he grabbed the (whatever you use to make your coffee) and the container of coffee grounds.

            After putting in a suitable amount for the night, he waited for the water to boil.

           He had to write some notes down about the new information he got from the gang, and Lefty. And it would probably take a few hours into the night.

           "Where are the mugs?" He asked, rifling through a cupboard. Some of them were stocked heavily with cans, and it was weirdly hard to-

           "Seriously, you can't make a single cup of coffee in this house."

           Sighing heavily, Y/N went to a cupboard and got out a f/c mug, setting it down hard on the table.

            "Y/N-"

            "Don't. Just let me think, Joe, alright?"

             Joe could feel his anger rising, but tried to calm it. He didn't want to become like the guy he was pretending to be, in front of that gang, everyday.

            If they really knew him, that he was an FBI agent, God knows what would go down.

            They'd feel so betrayed, so used, but most of all, beyond angry.

             Especially Lefty, since he was closest to him in the gang.

             Hell, he had eaten over at Lefty's home, and met his wife and son, for crying out loud!

           "Joe, are you even listening to me? Try and take this weekend off, we could all go somewhere for the day." Y/N's voice cut through his thoughts.

            Rapidly thinking, Joe stated, "I do have a free day this Saturday, if that works."

          He could get some work done on Sunday. But it had to be done. He couldn't lie, he missed their time together as a family.

           Y/N sighed, a tired smile lifting the corners of her lips. She looked like she was slowly running out of steam from getting frustrated with Joe.

           He knew she had every right to be upset, but this was what he did.

           "You knew what you were getting into when you married me," Joe started, but Y/N kissed him.

           The kiss was short, but gentle, saying I'm sorry, and other things that couldn't be said but there was no time to say them.

           Sometimes that was the case.

            "And I accepted them, and I still do. So just one day with your family?"
Y/N began, her hands rubbing his arms.

            "For your two baby girls?" She went on, and Joe felt the knot in his heart ease ever so slightly.

             They were always so happy to see him when he did come home. But lately they'd kind of ignored him.

             One weekend wouldn't be enough to undo all of the times he hadn't come home on time.

             Not nearly enough.

             But it was a start.

              And the sooner he finished this case, the sooner he'd be back with his family once more.

             "Okay. This weekend."