#pv. intelligence

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@icameasiam​ asked:

❛ looks to me like we’re hiding evidence. ❜ {CPD Partners or where she's in Intelligence}

JUST LIKE OLD TIMES. burying more than just a pile of evidence.  

the nostalgic expression wasn’t one filled with fondness. Defenses shoot up, because there’s too much to lose on the line, but he can’t leave with any stones left unturned. his hands stop working momentarily as he lets the words sink in, and he lets them pull him back to the last time a similar sentiment had been uttered in his direction. “So what? What do you want to do?” he asks, and the urgency in his voice is coated in agitation because he needs to act fast. there’s a target on his back & with each minute, it’s only getting bigger. & a bigger target on his back wasn’t just bad news for him. the body at his feet ready to be dropped in the hole he’d dug for it- “they tie either of us to this, and we’re both done.”

he finally stands, walking up to her with all his reserves of giving a damn built up in his eyes. “ You deal with these people before?” he questioned, knowing most hadn’t. “no? well I have.” he stated. “and they don’t care who you are, they don’t care what connections you have- if they know you were even here when he went down- they’ll kill you.” maybe worse, depending on what details they landed on. “and before they do that, they’ll kill anyone you’ve ever cared about. you want that?” abrasive. his lip twitches as he shakes his head. “I don’t want that either, so let me clean this up.”

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“First of all, take a moment to realize who the fuck you’re talking to.” { For intelligence where he's punisher. She could either be saying this to a suspect or to him } 

INTENSE. He was always so intense, or maybe, it was just TENSE.

“What- You think I don’t know?” He refuted, turning from the window to face her. Disbelief that she could think he’d be so careless. Frank was nothing if not meticulous. each movement, every decision he’d made up to this point, and on was calculated. anything that wasn’t, was pure instinct, something he had more than he knew what to do with at times. fight or flight, they called it.  “you think I risked my ASS to come to you because I don’t know you?” A scoff left his lips. “You got a lot of nerve, lady.” He pointed out, though that NERVE was what brought him to her in the first place. he wasn’t entirely sure he could do this without her help; but he wasn’t going to stop. truth be told, he did not care if he died trying, just so long as he took as many of them out as he could while he fell.  “You don’t wanna help- fine, don’t. just go.”

maybe it was a mistake, thinking he could involve someone who worked for the justice system in any capacity. he’d seen how she operated. he knew that by the book was not the only way she got things done; sure. he was ‘the punisher’ and his crimes were vast- he liked to remind people that his targets were more so. at least, in his eyes, he was taking out the trash where others had failed to do so. “I’m not askin’ for you to get involved. just give me information. your name stays out of it. always.” he pointed out, though he was still feeling agitated; a new form of panic as he tried to find one ally he could trust, one ally that could really be helpful, and who would want to help. “Please.” the word is breathed out, and exasperated between his lips; he has no other options.

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“Don’t move! Stay where you are! Drop your weapons.“ {Frank - Intelligence}

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JUST WHAT HE NEEDED; to be stopped by someone who could very easily become collateral if he didn’t keep moving. It wasn’t like he hadn’t caused excessive damage before; but this was not the time, nor place. She wasn’t involved, and she didn’t need to pay a price for his misfortune. 

Hands raise above his head and his gun is hung from his index finger as he calculates his options. A bullet to the head didn’t seem like fun, and she didn’t seem too scared to do it- “alright- alright.” He speaks urgently but the words come out quiet as he slowly lowers his gun to the ground, free hand palm facing her as his eyes never leave hers. “I’m not the bad guy here.” He feels the hairs standing up on his arms before he hears the click of a gun readying for fire. 

Moments pass that he would never be unable to recollect before his body collides with hers, dropping them to the ground underneath a halo of gunfire and sawdust- whoever was aiming to kill them didn’t want to get too CLOSE. Smart- if they had hit their target. His hands covered her head as he glanced around in the now way too still silence. “Still think I’m the bad guy?” He muttered under his breath, the brush with death not enough to keep him from furthering his point.