Weekend Writing Challenge - Davrin Week 2025
Thank you @thedissonantverses for such amazing prompts this weekend! You do such a great job, and I'm saving all of these prompts for later lol they're TOO good
I went with the following prompt this weekend:
15. If I make it to the morning
This excerpt will center around my DavRook, Davrin and Reina, as they exist in a Criminal Minds-esque modern au. Enjoy!!
The waiting. The not knowing. Sifting through the plan in her head and finding holes that weren’t there before. Reina was running herself ragged within the confines of her own mind, and there was nothing around to save her. She spent the majority of the night staring at her illuminated monitors, biting at the nail of her thumb to soothe the jitters. Then, when she exhausted that nail until it was no more than a nub, she moved to the thumb on her other hand and started all over again.
She was on retainer until they needed her, the phone line open and available. But that didn’t mean she was completely blind-- she had trackers on the vans and on team members, the locations refreshing every couple of seconds. The result was a flickering staccato of pinpoint dots on one of her three monitors, her eyes fluttering between the arrangements on the screen.
She didn’t want to admit it… But she was nervous for the team.
Only because she could tell they were anxious about this smoke-out. Lace’s face had been grim as she piled into one of the waiting vans hours earlier, despite the reassuring smile she tried to give Reina.
And then there was Davrin.
He had rounded the corner into the garage, a black gym bag slung over one shoulder. He wasn’t in his normal jeans and long-sleeve polo, instead clad in all black with a disintegrating flannel thrown on top. Pedestrian attire, Reina had realized. He would be on-site rather than waiting inside the van.
This had caused a lump to form in her throat, and swallowing didn’t help make it go away. Reina knew that Davrin was one of their most skilled field agents, but it didn’t make her worry any less. What if something went wrong? What if the unsub had a weapon and openly attacked? There were so many uncontrollable variables that Reina hadn’t accounted for, and it was baffling that the entire team seemed so composed as they inched closer and closer to collapsing in on their target.
Reina had been jerked out of her vortex of thoughts by Davrin’s rich voice. “Hello, gorgeous,” a warm hand clasped her elbow, and she felt the heat of his body come up by her side.
Reina raised her eyes to meet his stare, the edges of his eyes crinkled by the smile on his face as he looked down at her. As good as Reina was at schooling her emotions, she must've allowed something to poke through her erected guard wall. Davrin's lips lost their grin, and he gripped her elbow ever-so-slightly tighter.
“You alright there, Rook?”
It was one of the few times he called her something besides the heated nicknames he personally reserved for her. The ones he purred into his earpiece, pretending like it was just them two. Reina wished he hadn't abandoned his joking seductions, for then she could've acted like nothing was wrong, if only to convince herself.
“I'm fine,” she brushed his concern away with a blaise smile, ignoring the way his eyes narrowed like a predator honing in on it's prey, noting all the fleshy weak points. “Just keep me in the loop for this one, alright?”
Davrin studied her, and Reina couldn't help but notice how the heat of his hand now almost felt like a brand against her skin. Scalding, marking her. Would there be an outline of his fingers burnt into her flesh by the time he released her?
A small, selfish part of her wished yes.
“This will all be over in the morning, Rook.” Davrin tilted his head closer as he softly spoke, low enough to not be caught by prying ears. “We'll grab a coffee bright and early, yeah?”
There was something unspoken inbetween the lines of his words, and Reina tried her hardest to ignore it.
But she knew better. Davrin, despite being the best agent the team had, acted like he had a rapidly approaching deadline. While he executed everything he did with the precision and excellency of a seasoned field agent, he also operated with the knowledge that he had very little attachments holding him back. No wife, children or outside commitments weighing him down. He was expendable-- and that's what made him the best.
And although he was saying he would see her in the morning, Reina heard loud and clear the message he was leaving out.
If I make it to the morning.
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