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Caught in the middle

Summary: Toby and Cody are sent out on a recruiting mission. ‘Find the girl and bring her back here’ The Operator said. It was simple. Finding themselves now enrolled as college students as a cover up they find the girl. But, little do they know there’s so much more then meets the eye.

Warnings: mentions of drugs (Dilaudid), medical malpractice, implied dubcon (not reader or the boys), implied self harm, implied abuse, reader dissociates, my headcannons of Toby and Cody being neurodivergent, Cody’s still a jealous dick, Toby and reader are both attention starved and feeding off each other, not proof read per usual, i think that’s it?

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 (you are here)

The two boys spent the rest of their evening unpacking and ‘decorating’ their shared dorm—if it could even be called that. Toby’s idea of ‘decorating’ was having all his belongings scattered about his half of the dorm. Clothes in piles on the floor. His hatches thrown haphazardly in a corner.

Toby’s side of the room constantly looks like a bomb dropped. There’s trash strewn about, dirty laundry that smells like it hasn’t been washed in months. Odd looking stains on the carpet that could be blood, soda or some other mysterious substance. To make a long story short—it’s disgusting.

Meanwhile on Cody’s side of the room it’s methodically clean. As sterile as a laboratory of course, what else would you expect? In Codys room everything has a home and if you disrupt his organization he will come for you. The other creeps are pretty sure the poor boy is autistic with some of his habits.

Not only does he have melt downs when his space is messed with but he has this odd fascination with patterns and sequences. He lines his tools out in alphabetical order according to their name. When making viruses he has a specific routine in which he conducts his experiments.

I think it’s pretty clear the boys are both a little neurodivergent, but that’s okay. They balance each other out. With Toby’s chaotic scatter brain and executive dysfunction Cody’s the one who can actually help him complete a task for once. And, when Cody has a meltdown over things being thrown off course—Toby’s always the first one to try and help him get back on track. They’re brothers after all.

The following morning the boys get ready for class. Cody being Cody meticulously prepared an outfit the night before as well as set up all the things he’d need in the morning. All the while Tobias spent that time throwing darts at a board while thinking about the cute theatre nerd with kind eyes and a pretty smile.

Cody wore an off-white button up shirt with a dark green sweater vest over top. He wore black slacks with black loafers and a few simple bracelets which he kept tucked under his sleeves. Cody looked mature. Put together in a way that seemed effortless. He always looked his best without having to put in much effort.

Toby on the other hand, looked a hot mess. Baggy denim jeans that he couldn’t keep up without a belt. An old black t-shirt with an even older red flannel covered his chest. He wore his scuffed up timberland boots with a dark red beanie to cover his wreck of a head. Toby looked like he just rolled out of bed, which to be fair—he did.

First period was as boring as could be—for Toby atleast. Cody loves math, after all—it goes hand and hand with science. Toby fiddle with his pencil, doodled in the margins of his notebook, did almost everything but pay attention. He even fell asleep for a few minutes.

Cody payed close attention to every the professor said. He jotted down notes that were organized and highlighted in a color coordinated fashion. Each page looked aesthetic and professional. When the lecture was finally over the two boys made their way over to their second period—language arts.

When they entered the lecture hall Tobias immediately perked up. Shaking Cody’s shoulder as he spotted you sitting alone in the back corner. “C-Cmon, let’s go s-sit down.” He insists, beginning to drag Cody along. “Why’re we sitting next to her?” Cody scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“H-Have you forgotten th-the entire p-p-point of the m-mission? Sh-She’s the reason wh-why we’re here!” Tobias whisper shouts, meanwhile Cody looks more annoyed by the minute. Cody finally sighs and gives in. Allowing Tobias to pull him along to where you’re sitting.

Tobias plops down beside you, giving a small wave. You look up from your book when you feel the vibrations of someone sitting next to you. Your eyes widening ever so slightly when you see Tobias sitting there with his brother Cody. You smile sheepishly, looking back down at your book.

The lecture starts a few minutes later, the teacher drones on about some dead poet. Something that bores Tobias to no end—however, you seem very intrigued. Which makes sense of course, you’re in theater. Plays and shows written by dead guys is kinda your whole thing.

Toby can’t help but find the small smile on your face cute. He watches a faint pattern form. The teacher asks a question, you mumble the answer under your breath but don’t raise your hand. Then your eyes light up when the teacher says the answer and you see you got it right. He can’t help but frown at the way you doubt your intelligence.

“Wh-Why d-don’t you speak up? You obvi-vi-viously know th-the answers?” Tobias asks, nudging your shoulder kindly. Your expression turns sheepish, looking down as you fiddle with the ends of your hair. “I don’t know..I just get nervous that I’ll be wrong.” Tobias frowns once more.

“You sh-shouldn’t be scared to get th-things wrong. Th-That’s normal. Everyo-one fucks up.” He says bluntly but not unkindly. His gaze almost tender as he looks at you. Tobias watches as you pull your sleeves down. Almost like you were hiding something.

“I-It’s ninety d-degrees out y-y’know?” He says, his eyebrows furrowing. “I run cold.” “I-I can see y-you sweating.” Something flickers in your eyes, something close to fear. “Can you just drop it?” You quickly say, your tone suddenly devoid of any emotion. Toby’s expression falters, feeling like a kicked puppy.

On one hand he knows what you’re going through—he went through the same. Yet, it hurts his heart to see you suffer like this. Should he say something? Tell you he’s been through the same things? Would you even believe him?

Toby see your leg starting to bounce. It makes his chest ache seeing you in such a vulnerable state. “H-Hey,” he begins his tone gentle. “I’m so-orry. I d-didn’t m-mean to push.” He watches as embarrassed flickers in your eyes. He notices how you refuse to look at him.

Tobias watches you chew on your bottom lip, a nervous habit you must have. “I-I’m serious. It’s o-okay.” He reassures, giving you a small smile. “I’m sorry..” Is all you can say, not really having an explanation for your sudden outburst. Well, you do—it’s just better not to say.

“Th-There’s no n-need to be sorry.” Tobias reassures once more. He gives you a small smile, the dimples on his cheeks adding to his boyish charm. It’s almost embarrassing how easily it makes your heart flutter. Although I suppose that’s what happens when you crave human connection.

Growing up in your family was a challenge to say the least. Your father was addicted to Dilaudid. The opioid gave him a euphoric feeling that nothing else could. He’d first gotten a taste when he rushed to the emergency room after being in a fatal car accident. Funny enough, that’s how he met your mother.

She was his nurse—and although she was only an intern at the time—she always made sure he was pain free. The car accident severely injured his left leg. So badly infact the doctor had to amputate the appendage. The phantom pains were intense. A trick of the mind that made his entire body ache.

For your father, being on Dilauded was like being on cloud nine. He had no worries, no problems, no pain. He began to rely on it. Begging and pleading your mother to just give him a little more each and every time.

He started to get mean. He threatened your mother’s career. Told her if she didn’t stay be with him and supply him with Dilauded he would get her medical license revoked. She pled for mercy but it was to no avail. Your father had become a mean, mean man.

Your poor mother was forced into a marriage, then parenthood. And although she says she loves you more than anything—you know deep down she wishes things were different. And honestly? So do you.

Maybe if your father simply walked that day, or maybe took a different route. Maybe if your mother interned at a different hospital, or maybe chose a different career all together. Maybe, just maybe, things would be different. For you, for your mother, for everyone.

But alas, you’re stuck where you are. With a sheepish mother who’s forced to comply to an addict. With a father who’s either in a state of euphoria or bitter rage. With bruises that litter your skin, scars on your wrists, and a heart full of hurt.

Your dissociative episode is cut off by the feeling of a cold palm on your back. You gasp lightly at the ice cold sensation on your skin. “Sorry, I-I saw you w-were zo-zoning out. Class i-is alm-most over.” Tobias sheepishly smiles. “Your hands are so cold.. how are they so cold? I-It’s like ninety degrees in here?!” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you take his hand in between yours. Seemingly studying his hand.

You take notice of the medical tape around his middle, pointer and pinky finger. The skin around his nails have obviously been chewed on, a nervous habit perhaps? His palm is freezing compared to your warm skin. Tobias wishes he could feel more than just the pressure of your hand in his. Damn you CIPA.

“O-Oh, it’s a me-medical thing.” Tobias explains, looking down at where your hands still hold his. “Is it bad..?” You ask, your voice softening as you look up at him. Toby could feel his heart thumping in his chest. God, you were so cute and you didn’t even realize it. “D-Don’t worry, I-I’ll be o-okay.” He reassures, smiling softly.

It takes your brain a few seconds to realize you’ve taken his hand hostage. Once you finally do, you quickly let go and place your hands in your lap. “Sorry..” you embarrassedly mumble. Toby’s smile falters as you let go of his hand. Although he couldn’t feel it just knowing you were touching him was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

“It’s alr-right, I-I didn’t m-mind.” He shyly smiles. The entire time Cody has been secretly judging the two of you. Rolling his eyes and turning up his nose at the sight of you two being so friendly. Cody’s not one to let jealous get the best of him—however—he just couldn’t stand you getting between him and his brother.

Finally, the professor dismisses the class. All of the students gathering their things and filing out into the halls. Cody gathers his things, preparing to walk with Tobias down to their next class when suddenly Tobias turns to you and asks “C-Could I w-walk you to your ne-next class?” Cody’s eyebrows furrow in frustration.

“O-Oh! Uhm, sure..” you bashfully smile. Gathering your all your books you sling your bag over your shoulder while Tobias turns to Cody. “I-I’m gonna—” “I heard.” Cody snaps, a little harsher than he meant. Toby’s eyes widen slightly at his tone. “O-Okay..guess I’ll see y-you in class..” Toby scoffs, grabbing his own bag and beginning to walk down the stairs with you.

“I don’t think your brother likes me very much..” you sheepishly say. Toby grimaces slightly at your words, knowing your right. “Cody’s just n-not a pe-people per-erson.” He explains, walking side by side with you down the halls. “He can be k-kinda of a-a douche some t-times, but he m-means well.” Toby tries to reassure.

“I don’t know..he always seems a little tense around me, and he’s always rushing to get rid of me..” You pout. You’ve always hated being unliked. You always did your best to make others like you. Even going out of your way to do things for them just to maybe get on their good side. So, Cody not being fond of you only made you want to try harder to get him to like you.

“Well, I-I’m not.” Tobias says, feeling a rush of confidence flow through him now that the two of you were alone. “I th-think you’re pre-pretty cool..” Toby cranes his head down slightly to make eye contact. Only for you to immediately look away, biting your lower lip to hide a smile. “Thanks..” A comfortable silence falls around you as you continue your way down the hall.

A few moments later the two of you reach your third period. You turn to Tobias, fidgeting with the straps of your bag. “Thanks for walking me to class..” You softly smile. “Y-Yeah, no pro-oblem.” Toby responds, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “W-Would you wanna ha-hang out after school? M-Maybe show me aro-ound the t-town?”

Your eyes light up..and then immediately die down once you remember. “I would love to, but I can’t. Auditions for the show are tonight and I can’t miss them..” You almost pout. Tobias can’t help but find the sight incredibly cute. It helps dampen his disappointment. “N-No, it’s alright. I-I hope it goes w-well!” He says, giving a gentle smile.

“M-Maybe i could co-ome to the au-au-auditions? I could ch-cheer you o-on?” He asks, clearly desperate to see you more. Although, you’re completely fine with that. “Yeah! They’re being held in the auditorium at five—thirty. I hope you can make it.” The air tension between you is thick but sweet, nothing overly charged. But sadly the moment is cut off by other students budding in between you to attend the lecture on time.

The two of you say your goodbyes. You head into the classroom while Toby books it to the other side of the hall to get to his third period in time. Although, even if he’s late it’ll be worth it. Tobias can’t wait to see you later. He just hopes he’ll be able to find the auditorium in time.

Part 3 is here!! I wanna make something clear: reader is NOT meant to be like typical 2020 y/n where she’s all giggly and bashful and all that. She’s the way she is because of the lack of attention and affection she has in her childhood. She’s was left alone with her drug addict father while her mother worked long hours as a nurse. She’s easily embarrassed by the attention Tobias gives her because she’s never received anything like that and she doesn’t know how to react. I just wanted to clear that up so you guys didn’t think I was making reader all cringe and shit

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Edit: here’s a collage of how i pictured the boy’s outfits!!

Cause wdym this is the same guy in all 3 pictures..

he gen looks so different and its not only because of his trauma but also his mental state, like hear me out.

Re2 Leon looks very boyish and not only because he’s young but because his life has been pretty light hearted up until raccoon city. yes Ik he’s had hardships like in og!re2 it kinda alludes to alcoholism and that does connect back to vendetta but besides that from what we know he’d hadn’t really experienced anything quite that extreme yet.

In vendetta he’s quite literally in the trenches. His alcoholism is at an all time high and I’m pretty sure he was like days away from blowing his brains out. And I mean that’s pretty reasonable considering the things he’s seen and experience. Say all the stuff you want but I don’t think anyone could go through what he went through without having some sort of suicidal thoughts.

In re9 he’s matured. He’s recovered and he’s doing better. He’s tired, obviously. But now he has a spouse, someone to come home too. He had a reason to keep going. He doesn’t think about seeing the bottom of a bottle when he gets off he’s thinking about seeing the person he loves. The one he gets to spend the rest of his life with.

Idk I’m just kinda yappin right now, it’s late and I have work tomorrow but it’s just crazy what trauma can do to a person. Like yeah it’s Leon and he’s a very attractive man but, by 30 he’d experience more trauma than some people do in a whole lifetime.

Not that I’m saying people don’t recognize that but I would like to see more fics where he’s not just a sexy man but someone with flaws and emotions. I wanna see him portrayed as the broken man that he is because let’s be honest all the one-liners and jokes are a coping mechanism for his shit mental state while on the job.

Okay yap time over I have work in the morning goodnight :)

Caught in the middle

Summary: Toby and Cody are sent out on a recruiting mission. ‘Find the girl and bring her back here’ The Operator said. It was simple. Finding themselves now enrolled as college students as a cover up they find the girl. But, little do they know there’s so much more then meets the eye.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of bipolar and schizophrenia, readers a theatre kid, reader wears glasses, reader gets insulted, Cody’s a little mean, Toby’s a softie, I do believe that’s it!

Part 1 here part 2 (you are here) part 3 here

“F-Fuck, man. I forgot how draining th-this shit is.” Toby huffs, rubbing the back of his neck as he and Cody walk down the halls. His shoulders were slouched with exhaustion as he sighed dramatically. “Oh, cmon. It’s not that bad.” Cody retorts, patting Toby’s back. “Says th-the super genius.”

Cody only snorts in response, rolling his eyes amusedly. The two brothers navigate through the halls trying to find the office once more. “Jesus, this place is a maze.” Cody mumbles under his breath. “Y-Y-Yer tellin’ me.” Toby retorts, his eyes scanning the halls for any kind of sign that they’re going in the right direction.

After wandering around the building for ages they finally stumble across the front office. Walking in they see no sign of the girl. Cody walks up to one of the desks, there’s a small sign that reads ‘Ms. Davis’. “We’re looking for Y/N.” He casually states, looking around the room.

The woman at the desk could only be described as ‘grumpy’. Permanent frown lines crease on her forehead. Her brows perpetually furrowed. Her eyes were cold and her voice seemed to have a natural tinge of annoyance in it. She turns in her swivel chair and faces toward the back room.

“Four eyes! People are looking for you!” The woman calls out. Cody and Toby share a glance, their eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘Four eyes’? Because she wore glasses? Did a teacher seriously just call a student that?

Only a few seconds pass before you come scurrying out of the back room. Balancing a million papers and a stack of books in your arms. “Coming!” You call out, stumbling over to her desk. “I-I finished all the flyers for this week’s audition.” A small smile forms on your lips, Ms. Davis only huffs in response.

“It’s about time.” She rolls her eyes, snatching the papers from your hands. Toby watches as you flinch back at the motion—just slightly. He watches the way your eyes squeeze shut as you brace for an impact that never comes before blinking rapidly as if trying to reset your thoughts.

His neutral front falters at the sight. It hits a part of his heart that he keeps locked away. The Operator didn’t say much when Tobias asked why they were recruiting her, just that she was ‘one of them’. It didn’t make sense to him at first, the description was vague.

Bipolar? Schizophrenic? Just down right insane? There was a number of things that could have made her ‘like them’. If only the reason wasn’t abuse.

Don’t get it twisted—Tobias believes abuse is wrong on all fronts. However, hitting a woman was disgusting behavior and he was determined to kill every peace of shit wife beater out there. You think it’s okay to hit a girl half your size? Well, then Toby thinks it should be fine if he throws his hatchet into the back of your skull.

His shoulder jerks in a sudden tic, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he tries to calm himself down. Tobias always had a bleeding heart, as much as he wanted to deny it. Seeing you so meek and fragile made him angry. Not at you—but at the people who made you that way.

He moves without even realizing it, stepping in front of you and the teacher. “Th-Thanks for getting h-her. W-We’ll take it from h-here.” He coldly says, before turning back to face her. His voice softening almost immediately. “Could you sh-show us to our d-dorm?”

“Yeah, o-of course” you breathily say, as if shocked he stood up for you. You push your glasses back up and lead them out of the office. You were much quieter now, like when they first saw you. Keeping your head down and acting small. Toby hated that.

“Does sh-she always call you th-that? F-Four eyes?” He asks, walking beside you while Cody stays a few steps behind. You blink a few times as if processing his question. “Yeah, she does..” You say, your voice meek.

“B-But it’s just a joke! She doesn’t mean it.” The way you’re so quick to defend her makes Toby’s eyebrows furrow. “I don’t think it’s a joke.” Cody says with a small smirk. Toby looks back at him with a stern look, seemingly disappointed in his casual demeanor.

“Yeah, she s-seemed s-serious.” Toby reluctantly agrees. Your eyebrows furrow slightly. Biting the inside of your cheek as you keep quiet. Toby notices your inner turmoil and speaks again, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Sh-she shouldn’t talk t-to you l-l-like th-that.”

“I know..” you say after a few moments, your tone almost defeated. “But, she’s the theatre director. So, if I want any chance of being in a show—I have to take it.” You explain, shrugging casually. As if being bullied by a grown adult was normal for you. In a way, Toby supposed it was.

“You’re a theatre kid?” Cody snorts, obviously amused. Tobias speaks up, his voice almost stern as he subtly calls out Cody. “I think th-thats cool. Wh-What m-made you wanna join th-th—fuck—theatre?” You look up at Toby your eyes almost awe filled as if you couldn’t fathom the thought of someone being interested in knowing you.

“I’ve always loved theater. I saw a show when I was little at our local theater and I fell in love.” You say, smiling softly at the memory. Toby returns your smile with a small one of his own. “Th-That’s really cool.”

You and Toby chat back and forth on the way to the dorms. Cody watches from a few steps behind. What the hell was going on? Why was Toby being so friendly? Cody understood that they needed her to trust them for the recruit—but was this really necessary.

And the way Toby looked at him. His expression stern and disappointed. Toby never looked at Cody like that. Normally he’d back Cody up. They always took each other’s side.

Cody scoffs as you laugh at something Toby said. His face crinkles with disgust. There was no way he was gonna let some girl come between them. They’re brothers. Family comes first.

Finally they make it to the dorms. “Alright, you guys are on the third floor. Room B33. If you like I can walk you up there—” “No need.” Cody interrupts, grabbing Toby’s arm. “We’ll find it ourselves.” He says before beginning to drag Toby towards the elevator. Leaving you standing there with an almost disappointed expression.

Toby stumbles back as Cody drags him along. Waving bye to you with a small frown. “What th-the hell was th-that for?” Toby scoffs as they enter the elevator, pulling his arm free from Cody’s grasp. “She’s been up our ass all day. Don’t you want a break?” Cody huffs.

“N-No? It’s part of th-the m-mission?” Toby’s neck whips to the side with a sharp crack, another tic. Cody only rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall. “Well, I do. She’s annoying.” He scoffs, his eyes narrowing. “Wh-What’s your problem?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re l-lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Y-You are. I k-know you.”

Cody bites the inside of his cheek. He hated this. Letting something affect him so much. This wasn’t him. He was cold, calculated.

“Can you just drop it?” Cody finally says, refusing to look up from the floor. Tobias sighs, deciding not to push any further. After a few more moments of awkward silence the elevator comes to a holt. Opening the doors to reveal the 3rd floor dorms.

The two boys walk down the halls without a word said from either one. They find hallway B and continue on until they reach room thirty-three. They walk in and scan the room. It was similar to their room back at the mansion.

There were two beds, one on each side of the room. A small bathroom was attached on the left side. Each bed had a small wooden desk next to it, and finally there was a miniature kitchen consisting of a mini fridge and a snack cart.

“N-Not to sh-shabby.” Tobias retorts, walking towards the right bed as that’s where his bed was at home. Cody says nothing as he approaches the left bed, sitting down and resting his arms on his knees. “You w-wanna help me grab our b-bags from the truck?” Tobias asks, looking over at Cody.

He receives no verbal response, only one firm nod. The two boys head back towards the elevator, down to the first floor, and outside towards their truck. The tension between them is thick. Suddenly, the brotherhood that was stronger than diamonds was beginning to melt like ice.

Hi! I honestly didn’t expect ‘Caught in the middle’ to gain this much attention >_< however, part two is currently in the works! If anyone would like to added to a Taglist please let me know :)

So, thoughts on what smut I should start working on?

Warnings: Scott (readers father), lots of threats, threats of murder, mentions of a gun, a small part alludes to reader being molested, mentions of blood, Scott gets knocked out🙏🙏, I think that’s it?

Part 7, part 1

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’ll take care of it.”

The words ring in your head as Leon gently removes you from his lap and digs his car keys out of his pocket. “Go out the back door and head to my car. I’ll be there soon, okay sweetheart?” He gently strokes your hair as he speaks. His tone warm and soothing.

“Yes, sir.” Your voice is hoarse from all the sobbing. A stark contrast to his. Leon leans down and tenderly kisses your forehead. “Atta girl.” He softly coos, patting your back and sending you on your way.

Leon stands there for a moment, taking a deep breath. ‘You can’t kill him. As much as you want to—you can’t.’ He thinks to himself. Rolling his shoulders as he mentally prepares to hold himself back from breaking your father’s jaw on sight.

‘All you have to do is get him angry enough to the point he swings first. That’ll be easy, right? You’re a smartass and people don’t like that. Just be yourself!’

The pep talk he gives himself is frowned upon but not inherently bad. After all, he’s right. Leon can hit Scott, he just can’t hit him first. After all, who wouldn’t wanna hit their ‘girlfriends’ piece of shit abuser? Leon definitely does.

He walks out of the locker room and down the hall to the front lobby. There he sees a man around his age fussing with a young desk lady who looks like she’s about to cry. Leon stands to his full height, no longer hunching his shoulders and approaches.

“What seems to be the issue?” Leon asks the young woman.

“U-Uhm, I was just trying to explain th-that—”

“I wanna see my daughter! I know she’s here.” Scott slurs out, pulling out a silver flask and bringing it to his lips.

Leon snatches the flask out of his hand. “Hey! The fuck was that for?!” “There’s no outside drinks allowed in the lobby. Especially not cheap whiskey.” Scott glares at Leon, snarling.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“The names Leon, and you are?”

“Scott Williams. Sergeant Scott Willams.”

Leon raises his eyebrow at Scott’s insistence of his title. He has to hold back a scoff, does he seriously think that earns him any respect? Leon lost all respect for that man the moment you told him about the hell he put you through.

Leon crosses his arms over his chest, smirking condescendingly. “Sergeant? Is that so?” He asks. “Yeah. Combat Medic. Served for 10 years.” Scott says proudly, like his career was impressive. Leon only scoffs in response causing Scott to scowl and huff.

“You think I’m joking?”

“No, i think you’re full of yourself.”

Scots eyes widen in response to Leon’s comment. His eyebrows furrowing as his scowl deepens.

“I don’t have time for this. I just wanna see my daughter.”

“And who’s your daughter?”

“Y/N Williams.”

The sound of her name with ‘Williams’ attached makes Leon shudder. She’d be better off having his last name instead.

“I’m sorry nobody by that name works here. We have a Y/N L/N but no Williams.”

“That’s her. She uses her mother’s last name.”

“Ah, well you won’t be seeing her anytime soon.”

“Is she alright?”

“She’s perfect, you just won’t be going anywhere near her.”

Leon’s gaze hardens as he stares down Scott, standing his ground. That bastard wasn’t going anywhere near his baby. He was her daddy now, and he was gonna make sure she would never have to see that man again.

“What the fuck do you mean I can’t see her?! She’s my daughter. I’ll see her if I goddamn want too!” Scott spits, taking a step towards Leon. “You gonna buck at me, Sergeant?” Leon scoffs, stepping chest to chest with Scott.

“Maybe I am, what’re you gonna do about it?” Scott snarls, getting nose to nose with him. It takes all of Leon’s self control not to deck him right then and there. The poor secretary had scurried off long ago, probably looking for someone to break up the potential fight.

“Listen, Scotty—can I call you ‘Scotty’?—you don’t want this fight.” Leon says matter of factly, like it was common knowledge not to test a seasoned agent. Scott tilts his head challengingly. “Why’re you protecting her? You like her or something?” Leon’s jaw tightens at the accusation, although he wasn’t wrong.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve got the hots for my daughter.” Scott smirks. Leon’s fists clench at his sides, he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself. He can’t let this asshole win. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. She looks just like her mother.”

Scott reaches into his pocket for something—probably a pack of smokes—but what comes out of his mouth next makes Leon snap.

“Although, she’s always been a ‘daddy’s girl’ if you know what I mean.”

Yeah, that’s it.

Before Scott can even finish his sentence Leon socks him in the jaw. You can hear the sickening crack of teeth being knocked loose. He grabs Scott’s wrists and tackles him down to the floor. One hand keeping Scott’s arms behind his back while the other keeps his cheek pressed against the hard floor of the lobby.

Leon lowers his head down to speak right in Scott’s ear. His voice low and menacing. “If you ever try to come near her again I will kill you.” That’s all he could get out before other agents came running over to see what all the commotion was. Leon immediately switches his act, putting on the Nobel role.

“He threatened me, then was reaching for something, thought I saw a gun.” Leon explains as he stands up, wiping off Scott’s blood on his slacks. Two other agents help Scott off the ground, taking him for medical attention and to be questioned.

“I’ll fill out an incident report tomorrow, I’ve got somebody waiting.” He explains to the other agents, excusing himself. Leon adjusts his tie before heading out the double doors and walking towards the parking lot. The paperwork could wait.

His girl was much more important.

We looooove possessive Leon<3