we decide to play a game of chicken together which leads to one thing or another AU for root x shaw (it's au cuase shaw would never agree to play chicken with root, well maybe she's drunk or sth)
There's like three variations for what the game of "chicken" means to me, the one I think this prompt and anonymous were referring to is the sexual version. My friends and I referred to it as "nervous."
Shaw would probably be much more game for the pool or car variations... Well, especially the car variation. haha.
This is a fic in which Root is me (in reference to the drinking.)
They had been drinking.
It was one of the few nights that they had time off and Shaw had finally gotten to see Root consume alcohol. The other woman obviously didn't drink often and was drunk shortly into her second drink.
Root was also a ridiculous drunk, she drank faster as soon as she became tipsy and then moved into stealing drinks or pestering the boys to make her more.
Shaw had seen her moving into dangerous territory and put a stop to it before the other woman made herself sick.
Now she was sipping occasionally from a glass of whiskey, keeping a careful eye on it and Root as they sat it in the quiet living room.
They were in the new safe house and Harold and Finch were out doing God knows what. The boys were all in the dining room area, playing beer pong on the table. It was almost like being back in med school.
"What?" She asked suddenly when she noticed Root was just sitting there on the opposite end of the couch where she'd forced her to sit, staring.
A slow grin spread across Root's lips and her eyes dipped down to trace along Shaw's neck to her chest. "You're really hot."
She narrowed her eyes as Root slid down the couch until she was nearly pressed into Shaw's side. "I'm also bored, we should play a game..."
Shaw decided she'd humor the other woman, "What kind of game?"
Root pursed her lips, her eyebrows shooting high as her eyes darted for the ceiling. When she looked down again, a devilish glint had entered her eyes. She placed a warm hand on Shaw's knee, "I want to see if I can make you nervous... Let's play chicken."
Shaw quirked a brow, a little amused by the fact that Root thought that she could accomplish anything in her intoxicated state. She had a good buzz going herself and figured that the other woman probably wouldn't remember any of this in the morning anyway.
"Alright, fine." She finished her drink in one gulp before setting the glass down on the coffee table nearby. "You're on."
Shaw angled her body so that she and Root were facing each other a little more. She was trying to ignore the small thrum of excitement that was running through her at the prospect of some form of competition.
As much as her body enjoyed a night every so often, Shaw's mind was ever active. She missed the gunfire, the fist fights and the thrill she got running missions.
"So, are we going to start?" Root asked, interrupting her thoughts.
Shaw reached out without speaking and placed her hand high on the other woman's ribcage, Root kept her hand on Shaw's knee.
The two stared at each other and Root waited a moment before slowly moving her hand up a bit, her nails digging into the fabric of Shaw's pants.
Shaw kept a straight face, putting her own nails to use as she dragged her hand down a fraction on the other woman's side. Root's eyes fluttered slightly in response and small smirk came to life on Shaw's lips.
They went back and forth for a few minutes, Shaw watching as Root became more and more antsy with each movement of her hand. She wasn't getting nervous though.
Shaw smirked as her nails scraped slightly over Root's hip, trying to ignore the fact that the other woman's next move would put her right at the apex of her thighs.
Root bit her lip before moving her body abruptly, sliding onto Shaw's lap as she cupped the other woman through her jeans.
"H-hey, that's cheati-" Shaw's words were cut short as Root's other hand grabbed the back of her neck to pull her closer. Their lips crashed together and instead of pushing her away, Shaw responded hungrily.
Root pulled away slowly after a few minutes, her eyes fluttering back open. A teasing grin played at her lips as she flexed her fingers, making Shaw jump slightly.
"Alright, get off. You're drunk." Shaw reminded her and herself.
"Not as drunk as you think..." Root said, leaning back in to press her lips chastely to Shaw's mouth. She grazed her lips along the other woman's cheek then before bringing them to Shaw's ear.
"C'mon Sameen, you and I both know how good I am at roleplaying..."
Shaw stiffened, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "You mean you were faking this entire time?"
The hard edge to her tone didn't seem to intimidate Root one bit, "I made sure to wait... Until I was sure you were into it." She said with a small shrug, "Your body language gave you away... It still is. You're not really mad."
Shaw's jaw flexed and she averted her eyes, her nails biting into Root's thighs. She was about to respond when a loud cheer came from the other room and Daizo came skidding around the corner in his socks on the hardwood.
"I won!" He cried excitedly. His elation was cut short though, to be quickly replaced by embarrassment as he noticed the way the two women were positioned on the couch.
Shaw could only stair as Daniel and Jason rounded the corner next, their bickering also coming to an abrupt end.
"Oh shit." Jason mumbled, blinking in surprise.
"Pay up." Daniel said, smirking and holding out his hand.
Shaw's eyes fell shut and she exhaled slowly, trying to keep herself calm as Root leaned back in.
"You want to go somewhere a little more... private?"
Shaw gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. If she was never going to hear the end of it anyway, she might as well enjoy herself.
Warning for bloodplay, kind of... And cutting / a knife being used for doctorly purposes.
Rating: T
Root hissed through her teeth as Shaw pressed the tip of the pen knife into her shoulder to extract the bullet that was lodged there. Shaw's eyes flicked up to meet her own briefly before she looked back toward what she was doing.
A slow smile pulled across Root's lips then before she tilted her head back, pressing her cheek into the back of the couch as a moan escaped her parted lips.
Shaw looked up, more quickly this time, before glancing over toward where the boys had been talking quietly. Had being the key word.
If she wasn't so annoyed, she probably would have found amusement in John's disturbed expression, Harold's stiffened shoulders or Cyrus' alarmed eyes.
Root peeked an eye open, her smirk returning. "Will I be punished if I don't?" She asked, her voice purposely low enough so that only Shaw would be able to hear her.
Shaw's frown deepened and she held the knife up closer to Root's face.
"Are you going to cut me Sameen?" Root asked, biting her lip. "Isn't that foreplay for you? And you've already got me out of my shirt too..."
Shaw's nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled and tried to keep herself calm. "Stop. Or I'm going to leave it in there to get infected."
Root glanced toward the boys, watching as they disappeared out onto the balcony to give the two of them some privacy. She smirked, a mischievous glint entering her eyes.
"Come on Shaw... I hear you like brunettes." Root said, grabbing the other woman's wrist.
Shaw stared at her blankly, not offering any resistance as Root turned the knife toward her own stomach.
A small hiss escaped Root's lips as she guided the blade across the skin just below the wire of her bra toward her hip. Shaw's eyes moved down of their own accord, watching as the blood welled up in the cut. It wasn't very deep, just deep enough to bleed.
Shaw swallowed hard before glancing up to meet Root's knowing look.
She was far too smug about all of this and Shaw wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of having the upper hand. So she leaned forward to press her lips against the end of the cut, her eyes on Root's the entire time.
The taller woman inhaled sharply at the contact, her pupils dilating as she watched Shaw pull back with a little blood smeared on her lips.
Shaw smirked, watching as Root raised a hand on reflex to wipe it away. She nipped at the other brunette's thumb, smirking wider as Root inhaled sharply.
The look the other woman was giving her was full of lust and impatience but she shook her head. "Not here."
Root narrowed her eyes but said nothing as Shaw directed her right hand back to the couch cushion.
"Now, are you going to hold still and let me finish, or what?" Shaw asked, raising her voice.
A slow smirk blossomed across Root's lips.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to let you finish..." She whispered, wiggling her eyebrows.
Shaw shot her a small glare as she moved to head back to work on the hacker's shoulder.
This was posted a while back as part of a NSFW meme, I like it a lot and having just been on the back of a bike the other day I thought of it again. :D
Shaw grinned to herself under her helmet as they rolled to a stop. She could still hear John nearby but a quick glance back told her that he was turned away.
She slid her right hand off of the motorcycle and onto Root’s thigh as they waited for the oncoming traffic to die down. The taller brunette’s body immediately went rigid and her helmet turned just a fraction toward her shoulder.
"You should probably let me drive." Shaw said, just loud enough for her to hear over the purr of the engine.
"No way." Root shot back, laughing.
The sound quickly died in her throat as Shaw’s hand slid higher and dipped in toward the apex of her thighs.
"C’mon, Root… I’ll make it up to you."
She couldn’t be positive but she thought she had heard a gasp from the other woman when her hand had shifted the second time.
But before she knew it, Root was turning onto the main road and into a small break between two vehicles.
Shaw swore under her breath, her arms wrapping themselves tightly around the other woman’s torso as she struggled to stay on their ride.
"You’re an asshole." She yelled over the engine and the air rushing past them. Root merely chuckled in response.
okay for the au meme: stuck-in-an-airport-because-the-flights-were-SO-VERY-delayed-and-it’s-like-two-am AU for root x shaw
I thought someone else sent me this, whoops!
I’m not sure that I like this but the prompt was hiding in my inbox and it was the first thing that came to mind. Trying to get myself inspired to write again. :X
Also kind of sort of a fill for one of the Shoot Week themes? Of them meeting before Team Machine? I’m tired so I don’t recall the exact fill or number or whatever. Sleep now.
Sameen sat stiffly in her chair, eyes trained on her phone as she typed out a quick reply. She had just finished sliding the device into her pocket when a pair of heeled boots stopped just in front of her.
She glanced up to find a tall brunette, “Excuse me… Are you holding that seat for anyone??”
Sameen glanced toward her right, realizing then that she had set her carry on in the seat and forgotten about it. “Uhh, no, sorry. Go ahead.”
The woman flashed her a tired smile, waiting patiently as she moved her bag to join her main luggage on the floor.
"I can’t believe it is still coming down like that…" The woman said as she settled in beside her.
"Yep, me neither." Sameen muttered, she wasn’t one for talking, especially to strangers. The other woman didn’t seem to notice.
"Not a speck of snow all winter until now…" She said, glancing toward the large glass windows to watch as the snow swirled around outside.
"Are you heading home for the holidays?"
Sameen inhaled deeply, now wishing that she would have just lied about the unoccupied seat.
"Yeah, something like that."
The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, a small smile playing at her lips. “I’m sorry, it’s just it’s been hours and I get bored easily… I’ll try to keep to myself.”
Sameen merely grunted in response, reaching to pull out her phone as a small sound notified her of a new message. Several minutes passed peacefully and she finished her reply before slipping her phone away again.
The woman beside her was bending over when she glanced toward her from the corner of her eye. Sameen watched as she pulled a small box of doughnut holes from her bag.
The woman seemed to notice her staring and gave another small smile, “Would you like one? I bought them earlier, before the shops closed. They should still be quite fresh.”
Sameen wanted to say no, knowing that it would probably be used as grounds to start more conversation but her stomach growling decided for her. “Sure, thank you.”
She might not have liked to talk but she isn’t rude and she definitely was not the type to pass up free food.
"Here you go." The woman said, flashing Sameen a bright smile as she handed her two doughnut holes in a napkin. "You can have more then, if you like them. I won’t be able to finish them all myself… I was going to save them for my coworkers at our conference tomorrow but… I think they’re going to better use now."
"Thanks."
"So, mind if I ask your name? Since it looks like we’ll have to be sitting in each others company for a while??"
"Sam." Sameen replied casually around half of the first doughnut hole.
"It is lovely to meet you, Sam. My name’s Veronica."
"Thanks for the food, Veronica." Sameen said, finishing the second bite. She swallowed and wiped the corner of the napkin between her thumb and forefinger. "So what do you do? What’s your conference about??"
Veronica smile broadened at the fact that Sameen actually seemed more willing to engage in conversation thanks to her bribery of food. “I’m in medical sales… They tell me I’m a smooth talker.” She said, popping the second half of her own doughnut hole into her mouth.
Sameen tried to ignore the voice in the back of her head that agreed, since she’d gotten the quiet woman to agree to talk.
Veronica’s smile disappeared quickly and she closed the plastic container that held her food. She glanced passed the people around them and toward the far wall, where most of the closed shops were.
"Would you mind watching my things while I go to the restroom?"
"Uh, yeah, no problem." Sameen said, a bit surprised by the suddenness of the request.
"Coffee, always goes right through me…" Veronica muttered, rising to her feet and setting down the box of doughnut holes quickly. "Remember, help yourself! And thank you."
Sameen glanced after her, popping the entirety of her second doughnut hole into her mouth before reaching for more. If the offer was open, she wasn’t going to be shy about it.
"I see you made a friend, she’s pretty easy on the eyes, Shaw."
"Yeah, whatever. Eyes on the target, Cole. We need to make sure we get him as soon as he moves away from the group… Get to interrogating so we can get to the real intel."
There was silence over her earpiece, to which Shaw was grateful. She didn’t want to talk too much over the comm and make people pay more attention to her than necessary. Working in such close quarters to the public wasn’t exactly a normal situation for them.
"Shit. Our guy is on the move, Shaw."
"You lost him?” She asked, incredulously.
"You’re one to talk, he probably just went to the bathroom or something. I’ll get him back just be ready."
Shaw sighed and popped another doughnut hole into her mouth, closing the container to return it to Veronica’s seat in case she had to jump into action as soon as Cole found their guy.
Her earpiece came to life at the same time as the people around her, a woman screaming by the restroom sign. “Help! We need help!!”
Shaw jumped to her feet, fake luggage forgotten as she pushed through the throng of curious onlookers.
"Is anyone here a doctor?" Another woman cried from where she was kneeling on the floor down at the far end of the hallway.
"I am." Shaw said, raising her voice so that the people in her way would move aside to let her through easier. Her jaw flexed as her eyes settled on the man that they had been watching, laying motionless on the floor.
"He isn’t breathing…" The first woman said, her face pale as she watched Shaw press her fingers to the side of the man’s throat.
Shaw shook her head and rolled back onto her heels before standing, the women looked after her surprised as she started to walk away.
"Where are you going??"
"He’s gone, I can’t do anything for him." She answered simply, moving instead to try and sort out who had taken out their target.
He was merely the means to an end, really. They were actually after his boss, who had fled the country and gone into hiding but he had been one of their best chances to find their real target.
"What have you got for me, Cole?"
"A very interesting development… Head for that door to your right, it leads back to an exit. Although I couldn’t get a clear shot of her face to confirm, it would appear your friend Veronica isn’t who she says she is."
Shaw swore under her breath, picking up her pace as she slid through the door marked 'employees only.'
xxx
Shaw moved forward, out the exit door with her gun drawn. She swore angrily when she noticed the fresh tire tracks already being covered by the still falling snow.
Her phone suddenly went off in her pocket and she tore the device out, eyes narrowing when they fell on the ‘no data’ that flashed across the screen.
"Hello, Sam. While I loved our little chat, someone paid me quite a lot to take out your target. I hope you can forgive me."
"Who the hell are you?" Shaw snapped, her grip tightening on her phone.
"I’m just an assassin for hire, don’t worry… I’ve no interest in taking your job. Although I will tell you, your other target won’t be an issue any longer either."
"You’re going to take out Schmidt, too?"
"Two pay checks are always better than one and if Schmidt is gone, he won’t miss the money I’ve snagged from his accounts." Shaw’s frown deepened at the smile she could hear in the other woman’s tone. "It was a pleasure watching you work, agent. I do wish I could have seen more of your skill set though. Until next time…"
"Wait," Shaw said, "You never answered my question-"
"You can call me Root." The other woman answered, leaving the angry agent with nothing more but more questions.
"So what about us, huh? We've been working as a team!" Shaw hissed, wary of raising her voice too much and alerting someone to their argument."I knew you'd try to stop me. You and John, you two just love to play hero...""It isn't about playing the hero." Shaw said, shaking her head. "It's about protecting people we care about." She finished the last part quietly, her gaze lowered. (from LHMD, Playing the Hero)
This whole scene was something that got stuck in my head on repeat after seeing the two of them in the D.E.M promo.
I wasn’t sure originally what I wanted the exact dialogue to be, just that I wanted to reverse the two a little bit. Shaw sort of following Root and trying to get her to talk for once and Root talking but being sort of grumpy and withdrawn.
"So what about us, huh? We’ve been working as a team!" - I wanted Shaw to be angry at Root in the finale, at least a little bit. Initially anyway. They lost Carter, even when John was right there. I feel like… After a loss like that, she wouldn’t want people just going off on their own without saying something. She doesn’t want to lose anymore of her team. It made sense in the actual episode that she was just more or less grateful Root was doing something that for the big picture helped with Samaritan but I wanted a little of that emotion from her. But I think the writer’s decided that it was a little too early for that and after seeing the finale, I agree.
"It isn’t about playing the hero." Shaw said, shaking her head. "It’s about protecting people we care about." - It wasn’t really my intention when I wrote it but I think that line came from Shaw’s relationship with Cole. Sort of a nod toward it anyway. Even she is realizing as she says it the reason that she’s there. Because while she left with the intention to give Root backup, she has to face the fact that that isn’t the only reason she’s there. They both do.
((I don't think I've posted a full teaser for this before?? I can't remember?))
Shaw shifted uncomfortably on her chair, wanting desperately to rip off the blindfold covering her eyes.
"Just relax." Root’s voice said smoothly from beside her. The shorter brunette grit her teeth over the fact that she could actually hear the smile in the other woman’s tone.
"Yeah, just relax…" Said another voice, another female voice.
xxx
Root had contacted her that morning, having some how managed to sneak a letter into her cubby in the mail room at work.
She had suspected something was up as soon as she saw the restaurant. It was a fancy place, extremely fancy.
She gave her name at the door and was immediately led back to a private room where Root was already waiting.
The other brunette’s eyes were on her as soon as she made her way over the threshold. One eyebrow arching above the other as her eyes swept lazily up Shaw’s body.
"Don’t you clean up nice." She said before patting the cushion beside her.
She was seated comfortably on the plush couch in the room. A few candles flickered around them, the tallest of which were set out on the table.
"So, what’s the mission?" Shaw asked, ignoring Root’s comment as she approached the hacker, stubbornly staying on her feet.
"All work and no play, you deserve a little fun… Don’t you think?"
Shaw’s brow twitched and her expression darkened, “What’s the mission?” She repeated, clearly not amused.
"I don’t know the full details yet… But this is where we’re supposed to be." Root replied, her voice slipping into a neutral tone and her smile immediately disappearing.
"They should be bringing our menus shortly." She added, glancing toward the table for two.
"Wonderful…" Shaw muttered before finally settling herself on the couch. She was starving.
xxx
Root was right, as usual and a waitress had been in just moments later to bring their wine and menus.
She was young and attractive but Shaw didn’t like the way that she was looking at them. Or the way that Root was looking at her.
The ex agent had watched them eye each other up, the entire time feeling like she was missing something.
"What the hell was that about?" She asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
Root smiled, big and wide, flashing her teeth. She placed her elbows on the table before lowering her chin to the back of her hands. “Have you ever heard of sensual dining?”
Shaw’s head cocked to the side slightly and her eyes narrowed. “You’re kidding me.”
"Nope." Root said, smiling as she straightened back up to swirl the wine in her glass.
Setting: Sort of season 3 for POI, vampires are mostly like True Blood (since that is what I have been watching recently), a little of Underworld and my own ideas.
Shaw walked casually through the small crowd that had lingered outside of the club. She could hear music seeping out from the partially opened doors as she approached.
The atmosphere from what she could see was nothing unexpected.
Dark, dim lighting, mostly composed of varying shades of red and black.
She paused in front of the bouncer leaning against the front door and tried to ignore the sleazy way he was dragging his eyes up her body.
"First time here?" He asked, the 'I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours' spoken with his leering rather than his mouth.
"Yes, is it that obvious?" She asked, keeping the bored look on her face but bringing a more sweet tone to her voice.
He smirked, his lips pulling wide to expose elongated canines. "Barely. It can be a shock to the system if you're a first timer who comes alone..."
His eyebrows raised and he chuckled. "Good luck."
As soon as he nodded, giving her the okay to head in, Shaw walked through the door. She could feel several sets of eyes land on her as soon as she was over the threshold.
Shaw was a hunter, she had worked for a special unit for nearly five years that had hunted down any manner of inhuman beast that was a threat to the public. Never questioning the judgement of her superiors. Until now, that is.
It was Cole really, who had pushed the topic. Shaw would have never readily admitted that similar thoughts had started to creep into the back of her mind with every new mission.
Vampires were one of the most common and notorious of the beasts they took out. Young and old vampires were dangerous for their own reasons. The older they were, the less violent they tended to be. Their age gave them strength that far exceeded that of their younger counterparts.
They were wise, strong and some even had the ability to walk in the sunlight.
Younger vampires were slaves to their thirst, aggressive and sometimes bordering mindless. They lacked the self control needed to keep a human alive while feeding and were one of the leading causes of vampire related deaths.
Shaw hated baby vamps, her body was littered with scars from claws and teeth that had caught her before she had mastered the art of killing them at a distance. (That required a lot of stealth and very, very good aim.)
Recently though, vampires had stepped out from the shadows. Or, as they liked to put it, come out of their coffins.
Shaw rolled her eyes at the memory of that broadcast and approached the bar.
Her unit was still active and while the government had kept a political front of attempting to be peaceful with the vampires. She was still putting down beasts and definitely still getting checks.
She scanned the faces around her discretely as she slid onto an unoccupied stool. The vampires around her for the most part looked intrigued, not aggressive or angry.
Cole had been worried that her gruff demeanor and possibly her scent would tip them off to her being a hunter. She had just told him that he was paranoid. She loved being right.
"What can I get you?" A man asked from behind the bar.
Shaw glanced up toward him, quickly realizing that he was human. His neck had several healing puncture wounds as well as some hickies.
"Whiskey, no ice." Shaw mumbled out, bringing her eyes down to the wood grain of the bar.
"First time, huh?" The man asked, smiling knowingly as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him. "It's not so bad, most of them are pretty gentle... Unless you like it rough."
Shaw quirked a brow and lifted her eyes back up to meet his. "How's it work?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, some people like to meet up on the dance floor... Sort of like a normal club, I guess. Those pairings just sort of happen. Others, start a conversation up by the bar. Some of it is purely by looks, others... More of the typical connection. Or, if you're lucky... She notices you."
"She?" Shaw asked, her brows furrowing slightly.
"The owner, she's the oldest vampire on the East Coast... Or, that's what they told me, anyway."
Shaw narrowed her eyes, intrigued. "What if you're a woman who isn't into women?"
He paused after sliding her glass over to her, looking thoughtful. "Well, most people that come in here are open to experimentation... I've never seen her force herself on anyone though, if that's what you're asking."
"What about the others?" Shaw asked, side eyeing the vampire that had just slid onto a stool a few seats down. He winked at her, flashing his teeth.
The man behind the bar was already reaching for a bottle of synthetic blood for the newcomer, who was obviously a regular. "Root doesn't allow for that sort of thing... You've seen the news broadcasts, right? This bar was opened to allow vampires to meet and feed off of willing humans. Gives them real blood to run off of when the synthetic isn't enough." As he finished he unscrewed the top from a bottle of the stuff before sliding it over to his vampiric patron.
Shaw stiffened when she suddenly felt another presence appear just on the other side of her. A rich and feminine smell accompanying it.
"Daniel, my ear is tingling... Are you talking about me again?" Said a smooth female voice.
Shaw glanced toward the source and was surprised to find a tall and lithe brunette leaning on the bar.
The bartender, Daniel, smiled at the newcomer. "Speak of the devil."
"Hey now," the woman said, her lips pulling wider to expose her fangs. "This is your boss you're talking about."
It was obvious that Daniel had more to say but loud voices by the front door cut him off before he could get anything out. Shaw turned her head slightly, her eyes following the group of three male vampires.
The woman, Root, pushed off of the bar and walked toward them. She had crossed her arms over her chest and her smile had quickly vanished.
"Peter... What a pleasure to see you."
"We want some girls, bring them to the back." The man in the front said, snapping his fingers. His eyes trailed down the curvaceous form of a blonde woman as he passed her.
Root smirked, her eyes darkening. "This is turning into quite the interesting evening... I thought I told you not to come back until you had money for me. For the repairs I had to make to my bar after your last visit."
The man slowed to a stop just beside her, fixing her with a glare. "What do you think I am here for?"
She held her ground and after a moment the man handed her over a large roll of bills with a growl. "I think that more than covers it... And my meal for the night."
Root's eyes brightened and her expression and posture relaxed immediately. "Just please behave yourself this time, Peter... I'll be occupied enough with the hunter sitting at my bar. I don't need you causing trouble as well."
A slight gasp cut through the club and Shaw stiffened as she felt all but Root's eyes turn on her. She swore, realizing then that she was the only human seated at the bar who wasn't paired off.
Peter, who Shaw had quickly recognized as Peter Yogorov, turned toward her. His eyes sweeping the bar before settling on her. His upper lip curved back, exposing his fangs.
Shaw's eyes moved for Root but the vampire was gone, already seated across the bar in a throne like chair overlooking the dance floor.
She grit her teeth, her hand reaching for her modified USP.
