It's been just some months after Wilson Fisk imprisonment, Hell's Kitchen it's almost peaceful for a while but soon enough reality hit's hard on FBI special agent Grace Travers as she can almost feel Fisk laughing in the face of justice.
With the hopes to be able to end the deep roots that Fisk has in the system, she will have to reluctanly accept the help of the cold blooded assasin Poindexter, wich will test her limits.
Before this starts i want to state english is not my first languague, if there is some mistake please let me know!
Also, this is my first fanfic :>. I have loved the Daredevil series for years now and I hope it shows, it will be multiple chapters but I haven't defined how many.
(Also shoutout to Cam, Oph and L for helping with the details ♥︎). Also it is on ao3 by the same name.
It was a busy day on 57th Street in Hell’s Kitchen; the street was fully cramped with impatient, honking cars from every lane of the intersection. Finally, the stoplight changed to green. Grace had three cars ahead of her, and when they started to move, they stopped unexpectedly as they saw two cars from opposite lanes crash into each other’s sides.
The car from the right had come faster than it should have onto the one that was just turning. As soon as she heard the sound while she looked at the scene and a woman came down from her car screaming—¡Call an ambulance!—the memories came flooding into Grace’s mind.
The smell of blood was almost tangible; the pain on her right side seemed to almost hurt as much again. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, but the images didn’t stop coming; the car had crashed on her mother’s side so fiercely it almost crushed her completely. As it got to her father in that second, he couldn’t even react as the air from his lungs got punched out, losing control of the wheel and making the car crash into a light post on his side.
The impact pushed her to the left, hitting her face harshly with the seat in front of her. It caused her a notorious cut, but Grace didn’t even feel it. After the car hit the post, she turned her head and looked through the windows to see the car running from the scene at full speed, she turned her face to the front again. They weren’t talking, they breathed with difficulty, and blood was spilling down the seats, and yet she couldn’t even scream or move a single muscle.
—Move out of the way, idiot!—A man behind her said as he honked very loudly, and she focused on the road again. The people involved in the car crash were stepping down from their cars, they seemed fine, they didn’t present severe injuries, she saw as her eyes scanned the scene and the grip on her wheel loosened.
A traffic officer guided her to take another lane, and she kept driving.
She already was going late, and this path made it slower to get to the FBI quarters. A message popped up on the screen of her car dashboard, "Hurry up, ongoing jewelry robbing". So she did her best and after passing for her uniform she got to the scene.
Jacques was the first to see her, and couldn't but to be cocky—Quite late, Travers, wouldn’t you say?—Grace grumbled as she quickly got next to her colleagues, —I got entertained by a car accident, what's the situation?—
Jennifer answered, —There are hostages at the back of the jewelry, a young couple with a kid, two elders, and a man. And the two saleswomen. Things are a bit tense with the officer that is negotiating—
—We need to de-escalate… Grace, take the negotiation,— another of her colleagues said.
—Yes.—She walked to the cop and dismissed him; on the other side there was a man with a mask and an AK-47.—Hello, I’m Travers. I´ll take the negotiation, so would you like to tell me what y’all want?—she said calmly. The masked robber looked back and chuckled to his friends before answering her,
—Name’s Rocky; these sons of bitches cops won’t even take off the spikes off the main street.—
Grace nodded— It might help if you start letting some hostages out.
—Not until I see you start taking 'em off,— he almost spits out.
Grace sighs, —This is a negotiation, we will give you something when you start cooperating, or we can be here all day.— the man walks back with the other men and after a quick chat he comebacks to her.
—The oldies can get out but the main street has to be cleared.—The old couple got out then and the spikes were taken off the main street, —Now, we want a gas can, the sniper, that I'm sure y'all have, gone and the cars out of the damn way. Oh and I was forgetting, a nice bottle of whiskey.—
—The spikes are off, you have to choose between the sniper or the blockage.—
—No, I don´t, I have plenty of people here still—
—I don´t think you and your friends want the trouble, if someone in there has any kind of medical problem it will get ugly— she says more serious, the man paces around and looks outside.
—Don´t start threatening me bitch, because we will start making things ugly if you keep playing around,— he says getting closer to the door, likely to intimidate.
—It seems you´re a bit nervous, do you have somewhere to be? perhaps someone else waiting to help hiding the loot?— she suppresses an smirk,—I'm merely trying to help you, so, how can I do that?— They stay in silence for some seconds.
—Take the sniper off and give us the gas can, in exchange for the young couple and the sales woman, and take out of the way one of the police cars for the last man— the man said, calmer.
They comply to the demands and after some minutes, the police officers get into their cars, and the thieves get out in a rush, starting the chase with the police. The special agent in charge tells Grace’s team via radio to take the declarations of the hostages, so they drive back to the FBI and distribute the hostages among them. As Grace was taking the declaration of the man, she couldn’t but notice how he looked around the closed room, fidgeted with his hands, and bounced his leg—Excuse me, is there a problem here, sir… Michael… Kemp? — She said as she read the name from the paper. Michael got a bit closer to the table, whispering,
—Truth be told, I have to get out of the country today… I used to work for Fisk. I served my sentence, but Fisk is still alive,—he expressed hastily.
—If you served it, there’s nothing to fear; tell me what you know, and I will make sure you’re safe.— Grace whispered back persuasively; the man doubted before he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote on it a direction.
—I’m too exposed here; meet me at 11 pm there, officer, but if what I tell you is useless, I’ll go this same night.—The man left the interrogation room. Grace looked at the paper: “At the port, back alley.” She doubted all day but decided to go when her day was over. At first glance, it was desolate; the only sound there was the sea waves that were near. She walked until she found the man hiding in the shadows.
—I hear you, Michael—she said seriously. He took a deep breath.
—I worked with the Albanian syndicate, minor jobs. But they were a real deal; they even bribed the deputy mayor, as you know Fisk gave them away to the FBI. But he did because he has more contacts.—He said with his hands on his pockets and looking around.
—As?—
—You know, with the chaos of the blip, the government is struggling to rebuild things. Fisk asked for an appeal for a review of his case that went by private; his lawyer found a way. Word around is he still has powerful contacts. He will go out soon—Grace’s eyes widened and her tone rose a bit,
—How soon?!—
—…By this week, Poindexter was lucky enough his officers vanished with the blip while they were evacuating inmates to a safer area. It will be in the news soon, since they failed to locate him after—Grace grabbed the man’s shoulder,
—Michael, I need you to tell me more, how do you even know that?—
—No, I can't!, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that stupid robbery!, this was a mistake, I can't help.—
—Don't despair, I can help, we just need to go somewhere sa-
she was saying exasperated as a bullet cut through the air near them; she put him behind her and started walking slowly in the alleys as she took off her personal gun. It was like a dark small maze of ship’s depots.
—Stay with me!,— she whispered as she tried guiding them both out of there, but two sturdy men found them; she pushed Michael aside, ordering him to run. One man went after him, and the other engaged in a physical fight with her. No punch took down a man that big, and it wasn’t until getting thrown around and being able to shoot him three times that she could get him off to run to help Michael, but it was too late as she saw the other man smash his face against a wall.
She tried to shoot him but the man got closer quickly and started to run from the monstrous figure herself, trying but inevitably being found again and having her gun get thrown somewhere too far. In a matter of seconds he had her imprisoned with his arms choking her, trying to sentence her to the same fate as Michael. She offered a fight but wasn’t being able to get out. A metallic sound was faintly heard in the air; a knife ricocheted between the walls in a matter of seconds and pierced the back of the man’s head, and his body fell limp. She immediately took a big breath and leaned on the wall. A deep, raspy masculine voice abruptly was audible, with a certain amusement.
—Don’t speak about this to anybody—but when Grace turned around, there was nobody else but her and the dead body. The blood was starting to pool.
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Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Canon Typical violence.
Summary: Grace wants to forget the scene in the port, but can she really? Unfortunately things can't be that easy for her and she has to accept what now has come knocking at her door.
Word count: 2.868 k.
Tags: Daredevil TV show, Benjamin Dex Poindexter, Bullseye, Dex and original female character, obssesive Dex, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, Dex and OFC are close in age, Alternate Universe Canon Divergence, OFC is crazy too. Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Franklin Foggy Nelson and Original Characters.
Notes: Hi again! I hope you like it, little reminder this story is also on Ao3 by the same name if you want to leave me some kudos ;)
Grace lingered in the crime scene for some minutes before she ran off to go home.
The taxi driver didn't see anything out of place in her, too focused on his own yap about an upcoming game between the Yankees and the Mets. When she got to her apartment, she discarded the coat she was wearing and looked in the mirror of her bathroom, her neck was now forming a reddish bruise and felt swollen but she was calm now.
She had kept the knife that belonged to the unknown man who had killed off her attacker, it was very small yet sharp. She ran her thumb over it then put it away in her night stand drawer and got ready to sleep for the next day.
The streets were the same as all days; loud, crowded, messy, smelling of street food stalls, yet she had a feeling of having to watch over her shoulder.
Thankfully that morning was all about checking on reports, files, and evidence provided by the police, not to mention uploading them into the database. It kept her busy enough to shake off that feeling, she was barely listening to what Jennifer was saying when someone turning up the volume of the TV made her look up.
—We have been informed by the authorities that Wilson Fisk had a private instance of an appeal to review his case, opposite to the very public trial he had previously. The so-called business man was convicted last year under several charges such as organized crime and murder but just this month his lawyer presented evidence and witnesses testimonies that suggest this was an act of defamation to his persona orchestrated by a sketchy finance group that begged him to invest in them years prior. According to the new evidence, this group of men hired ex-FBI agent Poindexter to taint Fisk's public image, all this has led to his release today by the DA.
The members of the finance group have been detained after the police did a raid at their homes and found evidence of money laundering, "Pump-and-Dump" Schemes and more.
We also want to warn the audience Poindexter has escaped free, amidst the inconveniences that the blip presented, he's possibly armed and dangerous. To anyone with any possible information about his whereabouts, call 911.— The female reporter stated in the TV, before Jacques turned it off quickly when he saw their boss walking to them.
—Can someone in this room tell me how the news found out about this before us?!— The room fell silent but he kept going, —We will talk with the DA and the chief of Rikers Island ourselves! GET A MOVE ON AGENTS!— he screamed and two groups got out of the room.
Jennifer whistled —I fear these will be some…tense days in the office—
—That crazy asshole Poindexter must be doing a carnage already, wherever he is— Jacques said and shook his head.
—Fisk is to worry about too! I just can't believe it, they had solid evidence against him— Grace frustratedly took a sip of coffee.
—It doesn't to me, we've seen tons of rich assholes evading the law before, Fisk is just more of a public figure— Jennifer said.
—The problem is he is more than a rich asshole— Jacques sighed.
Grace straightened in her chair and looked at them both, —I think we need to go and pay a visit to the lawyer—
—¿Who?— Jacques said, trying to make memory.
—She is talking of Mathew Murdock, the blind guy, and you're right Grace. We need whatever evidence they had against Fisk— Jennifer stood up, followed by Jacques and Grace. Them three got in one of the cars and Jennifer drove to Nelson, Murdock and Page small law firm in 466 West 51st Street.
When they entered they were received by Karen Paige and shortly after Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson greeted them.
—What can we do for you agents?—Matt said politely, grabbing his cane in front of him.
—I'm positive you saw the news, Mr Murdock— Grace said seriously.
—Yes we did, we are as shocked as everybody. We were planning to go and talk with the DA to make some sense from it— Page said and crossed her arms.
—The FBI wants to take this case fully, anything you gathered about Fisk and Vanessa will be useful for us— Jacques said.
—We prefer to keep working on our own, agent—Matt said.
—And who is to say for you to not give us the evidence?— Jennifer said
—Well, I'm sorry but, legally, you can't take away our evidence just because, It's confidential, agent. —Foggy said, as sympathetic as possible.
—Mr Nelson, I won't say this isn't a respectable law firm and you offered Fisk a good fight in court. But this is out of your hands. You're telling me you won't help?— Grace said agitated, to which Jennifer put a hand behind her back.
—It's not a matter of helping or not, agent, you said so, we are a respectable law firm and we will continue our work, you can do yours on your own. This is much our responsibility as is yours. Besides we helped as much as we could, and this got out of the hands of the FBI too, don't you think so?— Murdock proclaimed, a bit cocky, maybe too much for Grace likeness who chuckled bitterly.
—Thanks for your time and have a great day counselor— Grace said, almost biting her words, Jacques and Jennifer followed after her to exit. Once Matt perceived them getting in the car and going off he turned to Karen and Foggy.
—Do you think they are corrupt?—Karen asked.
—No, they are genuine. Fisk doesn't have anyone inside the FBI anymore, that I know.—Matt said.
—Maybe we should have been a tad bit more collaborative guys— Foggy said.
—We already talked about this, I told Fisk I wasn't going to jail Vanessa so he would leave you two alone,— Matt took a little walk around the office.
—Yeah, part of that also meant he was going to stay in jail and he got out, so he isn't too good at keeping promises— Karen said skeptical.
—One thing is going after him and one thing is going after her, I won't test what happens if we focus on attacking her.— Matt answers her.
—Legally attacking her, which wouldn't be an attack, she would be answering about her actions—Karen said.
—No but Matt is right, he will see it as a personal attack and we don't know what his answer could be. Better be safe than sorry.— Foggy said, and Karen didn't want to argue with both of them, for now.
Grace went back to the FBI quarters with Jacques and Jennifer, who could sense she was stressed about Murdock negative being so little thought but on one hand they couldn't blame them, the FBI public imaged had been left tainted when the truth about the manipulations Fisk had done where known, using them as puppeteers to live even more comfortably than he did when he was in jail was profoundly dishonoring.
Grace, Jacques and Jennifer sat down on their chairs again and shared a look, then each one grabbed their paperwork and continued with it quietly, they spent on it some good hours but the problem came after lunch.
Precisely when they were informed by the local police that Tammy Hattley, the ex special agent in charge who later admitted to run the corrupt subdivision of the FBI and was currently in house arrest had been killed. The CCTV footage was the cherry on top, as it had been clearly Poindexter work, even if his face was covered with a mask. Everyone hovered over the screen as they saw how he killed the officers guarding her being murdered in seconds with several knives, while they were unable to even shoot him once. Hattley quickly got into her knees and put her hands up as he got closer.
—Please, Dex, I had to do it for my family—Hattley said, staying still.
—Don't bring up bullshit, you're a coward— he said as he didn't even look at her face, pacing around the room looking at all its decorative objects.
—I'm paying it everyday— she said.
—Paying? I only see a cozy room. And Fisk must be sipping champagne as we speak, but of course, I have to root in jail— Dex smirked.
—I'm sorry, stop this and let's see if I can get you a deal-
—I won't do deals with you again, Hattley— Dex said, he grabbed a small lamp and broke the tip of it. He finally took a look at Hattley's face and let the silence stretch for some seconds before he threw the lamp to her, piercing her forehead.
He calmly got close to her and drew a bullseye between her eyebrows with the blood that was dripping from the wound. Then he turned around and broke the camera with another one of his knives.
The agents got away from the screen.
—That gave me chills, I hope they don't send me to stop that guy— Jacques said half joking, trying to break the silence to which Grace gave him a disapproving look.
—Security will be tight around here, please don't forget your pass cards now.—another agent said and they all dispersed to their common areas.
—I'm hopeful we can finish the paper work of today, the forensic reports will be done by tomorrow so, we better not accumulate.— Jennifer says, grabbing the reports and files again.
—I had my Muay Thai class, I've been postponing it—Grace says.
—Well but at least we are lucky enough to get dinner at Vivian and Seth's— Jacques says, elbowing Grace.
—You're lucky my aunt likes you so much, If it were for my uncle he wouldn't open the door to you.— Grace says.
—Work now, chatter later guys— Jennifer said, clicking her pen.
Happily, the shift ended without any other bloody event and the trio headed to have dinner at Grace's aunt and uncle. There was a warm chicken pot ready for them on the table.
—This smells wonderful, Vivian, thank you—Jacques said as he sat at the table as everyone else.
—Don't rush it blondie, or you will burn your mouth—Grace uncle, said gruff as he grabbed a piece of bread and took some pieces.
—Seth, be kind with the boy! you must be starving, my hardworking agents,—Vivian said warmly as she served their plates. —I saw the news, tough day?—
Grace popped her knuckles and nodded, —yeah, you can say so but you don't have to worry—
—Yeah Fisk is nowhere to be seen and I doubt he comes out of whatever hole he is in —Jennifer said and took a bite.
—And always stick with each other, nothing of going solo— Seth said and Grace thought back to the port incident and swallowed down a piece of chicken with difficulty.
—Noted sir, yes sir— Jacques said semi serious semi joking. Jennifer told Seth and Vivian all that had gone down in the day, with some added jokes from Jacques that never got a smile out of Seth. Grace's mind was divagating about the port still but nobody seemed to notice it since she never was much of talking as much as Jennifer and Jacques.
When dinner was finished, Vivian offered Grace to stay and sleep the night but she declined, stating all she wanted was to get to her apartment (and have a bit of whiskey) so she didn't insist and Jacques and Jennifer left to their own places too.
Her apartment wasn't too far, it was a quick ride, the most tedious part was having to go up all the stairs to get to her place which was on the last floor of the building. She opened the door to her little apartment and closed right after her, walking in, throwing the keys to the couch and going for the cabinet that had the whiskey bottle. When she was close, she noticed a slight breeze, turning to one of her windows and getting closer to it she could notice it was somewhat broken. The glass was broken, likely by someone punching it.
She took her gun in her hands and started to roam the kitchen going towards her room. It was completely silent, nothing was out of place, however when she passed by the bathroom a masculine figure got out, she tried shooting it but it went to the doorframe so they started to fight fist to fist. He seemed to want to put her down, as he tried to grab her in a bear hug but she wasn't going down, she had enough already with this day. She threw him around the room with a powerful kick but he got up and managed to connect punches to evade her.
She tried smashing him against the furniture harder each time but it didn't do anything as he threw her a whole chair, taking most of the hit she fell but grabbed her bike chain and got up to strangle him. Grace had him against her pulling it tightly on his neck but the strained man voice caught her off guard.
—I didn't come to kill you, I was in the port— he struggled to say, Grace loosened a bit the chain, —In the port?—
—I got that man off you— Grace got him out of the chain, taking distance and turning on the lights, she grabbed her gun from the floor and pointed it at him again.
—Stay where you are Poindexter, I'm calling the police— she said and he very calmly sat on the windows corner. He had the mask off and still had some blood from his attack to Hattley.
He chuckled as he coughed a bit, —I wouldn't do that—
—For what?—
—Maybe because I would tell them about how unprofessionally you acted with your witness, and left three bodies behind like it was nothing—
—And who will listen to what a psycho like you has to say?— Grace scoffed.
—I did you the favor of cleaning it up, you're welcome— he mockingly said.
—I don't want or need any favors from you, why did you step in?—
—Because I want to find Fisk, and you got in his way now. Believe it or not, he will know you were there and killed one of his men.—
—You work with Fisk—she said, keeping her gun well aimed still.
—Last time I saw him he broke my spine, I wouldn't say we are friends. Besides you want to try to catch him?, on your own?—
—The FBI wants to—
—I think you don't understand,— he said as he got up and walked closer to her now, —I will find him and I will kill him. Fisk isn't something the FBI can deal with.
—I won't work with you, get out my apartment and go back to the shit hole you came from—
—You should think about it, we can get all the evidence you want and corner him, and I'll take care of him. But if you're indecisive, maybe I could pay a visit to aunt Vivian, hm?— he said smirking, Grace quickly took a step closer to him and pressed the gun to his head.
—Get close to my family and I will kill you—
—Another body you couldn't explain, agent, doesn't seem smart— he said without being one ounce threatened. Grace got the gun out of him, fed up and threw it on the dining table.
—I don't trust you—
—I didn't expect so, but you can play nice and I'll play nice— he said almost friendly.
She wandered a bit in the room as she thought. She stopped and rubbed her temple. —And you pretend to stay here?— she said in disbelief.
—My shit hole was the port, but it doesn't seem as safe now, don't you think?—
Grace breathed in and let it out, —This is my place, you won't do as you want. You will go to the attic and you won't show even a hair out in the day—
—I got a job in Murray Hill, in an auto repair shop—
—How do people not recognize you?It's risky— she scoffed, not being able to believe it.
—My face isn't as public, agent, and New Yorkers have bad memory— he quipped and she knew what he meant.
—…Take off all your knives and go to the attic, I won't give them to you until tomorrow— she went to the bathroom, took a black towel and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and tossed them to him, —And don't leave any blood anywhere—
He silently complied and started to take them out of his multiple pockets, —You took the last one, I'm glad we could talk it out, agent— he said cocky and then went up to the attic. Once she saw he closed it she grabbed all the knives with another towel and put them away with the single one she had kept from the port.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Canon Typical violence.
Summary: Grace wants to forget the scene in the port, but can she really? Unfortunately things can't be that easy for her and she has to accept what now has come knocking at her door.
Word count: 2.868 k.
Tags: Daredevil TV show, Benjamin Dex Poindexter, Bullseye, Dex and original female character, obssesive Dex, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, Dex and OFC are close in age, Alternate Universe Canon Divergence, OFC is crazy too. Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Franklin Foggy Nelson and Original Characters.
Notes: Hi again! I hope you like it, little reminder this story is also on Ao3 by the same name if you want to leave me some kudos ;)
Grace lingered in the crime scene for some minutes before she ran off to go home.
The taxi driver didn't see anything out of place in her, too focused on his own yap about an upcoming game between the Yankees and the Mets. When she got to her apartment, she discarded the coat she was wearing and looked in the mirror of her bathroom, her neck was now forming a reddish bruise and felt swollen but she was calm now.
She had kept the knife that belonged to the unknown man who had killed off her attacker, it was very small yet sharp. She ran her thumb over it then put it away in her night stand drawer and got ready to sleep for the next day.
The streets were the same as all days; loud, crowded, messy, smelling of street food stalls, yet she had a feeling of having to watch over her shoulder.
Thankfully that morning was all about checking on reports, files, and evidence provided by the police, not to mention uploading them into the database. It kept her busy enough to shake off that feeling, she was barely listening to what Jennifer was saying when someone turning up the volume of the TV made her look up.
—We have been informed by the authorities that Wilson Fisk had a private instance of an appeal to review his case, opposite to the very public trial he had previously. The so-called business man was convicted last year under several charges such as organized crime and murder but just this month his lawyer presented evidence and witnesses testimonies that suggest this was an act of defamation to his persona orchestrated by a sketchy finance group that begged him to invest in them years prior. According to the new evidence, this group of men hired ex-FBI agent Poindexter to taint Fisk's public image, all this has led to his release today by the DA.
The members of the finance group have been detained after the police did a raid at their homes and found evidence of money laundering, "Pump-and-Dump" Schemes and more.
We also want to warn the audience Poindexter has escaped free, amidst the inconveniences that the blip presented, he's possibly armed and dangerous. To anyone with any possible information about his whereabouts, call 911.— The female reporter stated in the TV, before Jacques turned it off quickly when he saw their boss walking to them.
—Can someone in this room tell me how the news found out about this before us?!— The room fell silent but he kept going, —We will talk with the DA and the chief of Rikers Island ourselves! GET A MOVE ON AGENTS!— he screamed and two groups got out of the room.
Jennifer whistled —I fear these will be some…tense days in the office—
—That crazy asshole Poindexter must be doing a carnage already, wherever he is— Jacques said and shook his head.
—Fisk is to worry about too! I just can't believe it, they had solid evidence against him— Grace frustratedly took a sip of coffee.
—It doesn't to me, we've seen tons of rich assholes evading the law before, Fisk is just more of a public figure— Jennifer said.
—The problem is he is more than a rich asshole— Jacques sighed.
Grace straightened in her chair and looked at them both, —I think we need to go and pay a visit to the lawyer—
—¿Who?— Jacques said, trying to make memory.
—She is talking of Mathew Murdock, the blind guy, and you're right Grace. We need whatever evidence they had against Fisk— Jennifer stood up, followed by Jacques and Grace. Them three got in one of the cars and Jennifer drove to Nelson, Murdock and Page small law firm in 466 West 51st Street.
When they entered they were received by Karen Paige and shortly after Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson greeted them.
—What can we do for you agents?—Matt said politely, grabbing his cane in front of him.
—I'm positive you saw the news, Mr Murdock— Grace said seriously.
—Yes we did, we are as shocked as everybody. We were planning to go and talk with the DA to make some sense from it— Page said and crossed her arms.
—The FBI wants to take this case fully, anything you gathered about Fisk and Vanessa will be useful for us— Jacques said.
—We prefer to keep working on our own, agent—Matt said.
—And who is to say for you to not give us the evidence?— Jennifer said
—Well, I'm sorry but, legally, you can't take away our evidence just because, It's confidential, agent. —Foggy said, as sympathetic as possible.
—Mr Nelson, I won't say this isn't a respectable law firm and you offered Fisk a good fight in court. But this is out of your hands. You're telling me you won't help?— Grace said agitated, to which Jennifer put a hand behind her back.
—It's not a matter of helping or not, agent, you said so, we are a respectable law firm and we will continue our work, you can do yours on your own. This is much our responsibility as is yours. Besides we helped as much as we could, and this got out of the hands of the FBI too, don't you think so?— Murdock proclaimed, a bit cocky, maybe too much for Grace likeness who chuckled bitterly.
—Thanks for your time and have a great day counselor— Grace said, almost biting her words, Jacques and Jennifer followed after her to exit. Once Matt perceived them getting in the car and going off he turned to Karen and Foggy.
—Do you think they are corrupt?—Karen asked.
—No, they are genuine. Fisk doesn't have anyone inside the FBI anymore, that I know.—Matt said.
—Maybe we should have been a tad bit more collaborative guys— Foggy said.
—We already talked about this, I told Fisk I wasn't going to jail Vanessa so he would leave you two alone,— Matt took a little walk around the office.
—Yeah, part of that also meant he was going to stay in jail and he got out, so he isn't too good at keeping promises— Karen said skeptical.
—One thing is going after him and one thing is going after her, I won't test what happens if we focus on attacking her.— Matt answers her.
—Legally attacking her, which wouldn't be an attack, she would be answering about her actions—Karen said.
—No but Matt is right, he will see it as a personal attack and we don't know what his answer could be. Better be safe than sorry.— Foggy said, and Karen didn't want to argue with both of them, for now.
Grace went back to the FBI quarters with Jacques and Jennifer, who could sense she was stressed about Murdock negative being so little thought but on one hand they couldn't blame them, the FBI public imaged had been left tainted when the truth about the manipulations Fisk had done where known, using them as puppeteers to live even more comfortably than he did when he was in jail was profoundly dishonoring.
Grace, Jacques and Jennifer sat down on their chairs again and shared a look, then each one grabbed their paperwork and continued with it quietly, they spent on it some good hours but the problem came after lunch.
Precisely when they were informed by the local police that Tammy Hattley, the ex special agent in charge who later admitted to run the corrupt subdivision of the FBI and was currently in house arrest had been killed. The CCTV footage was the cherry on top, as it had been clearly Poindexter work, even if his face was covered with a mask. Everyone hovered over the screen as they saw how he killed the officers guarding her being murdered in seconds with several knives, while they were unable to even shoot him once. Hattley quickly got into her knees and put her hands up as he got closer.
—Please, Dex, I had to do it for my family—Hattley said, staying still.
—Don't bring up bullshit, you're a coward— he said as he didn't even look at her face, pacing around the room looking at all its decorative objects.
—I'm paying it everyday— she said.
—Paying? I only see a cozy room. And Fisk must be sipping champagne as we speak, but of course, I have to root in jail— Dex smirked.
—I'm sorry, stop this and let's see if I can get you a deal-
—I won't do deals with you again, Hattley— Dex said, he grabbed a small lamp and broke the tip of it. He finally took a look at Hattley's face and let the silence stretch for some seconds before he threw the lamp to her, piercing her forehead.
He calmly got close to her and drew a bullseye between her eyebrows with the blood that was dripping from the wound. Then he turned around and broke the camera with another one of his knives.
The agents got away from the screen.
—That gave me chills, I hope they don't send me to stop that guy— Jacques said half joking, trying to break the silence to which Grace gave him a disapproving look.
—Security will be tight around here, please don't forget your pass cards now.—another agent said and they all dispersed to their common areas.
—I'm hopeful we can finish the paper work of today, the forensic reports will be done by tomorrow so, we better not accumulate.— Jennifer says, grabbing the reports and files again.
—I had my Muay Thai class, I've been postponing it—Grace says.
—Well but at least we are lucky enough to get dinner at Vivian and Seth's— Jacques says, elbowing Grace.
—You're lucky my aunt likes you so much, If it were for my uncle he wouldn't open the door to you.— Grace says.
—Work now, chatter later guys— Jennifer said, clicking her pen.
Happily, the shift ended without any other bloody event and the trio headed to have dinner at Grace's aunt and uncle. There was a warm chicken pot ready for them on the table.
—This smells wonderful, Vivian, thank you—Jacques said as he sat at the table as everyone else.
—Don't rush it blondie, or you will burn your mouth—Grace uncle, said gruff as he grabbed a piece of bread and took some pieces.
—Seth, be kind with the boy! you must be starving, my hardworking agents,—Vivian said warmly as she served their plates. —I saw the news, tough day?—
Grace popped her knuckles and nodded, —yeah, you can say so but you don't have to worry—
—Yeah Fisk is nowhere to be seen and I doubt he comes out of whatever hole he is in —Jennifer said and took a bite.
—And always stick with each other, nothing of going solo— Seth said and Grace thought back to the port incident and swallowed down a piece of chicken with difficulty.
—Noted sir, yes sir— Jacques said semi serious semi joking. Jennifer told Seth and Vivian all that had gone down in the day, with some added jokes from Jacques that never got a smile out of Seth. Grace's mind was divagating about the port still but nobody seemed to notice it since she never was much of talking as much as Jennifer and Jacques.
When dinner was finished, Vivian offered Grace to stay and sleep the night but she declined, stating all she wanted was to get to her apartment (and have a bit of whiskey) so she didn't insist and Jacques and Jennifer left to their own places too.
Her apartment wasn't too far, it was a quick ride, the most tedious part was having to go up all the stairs to get to her place which was on the last floor of the building. She opened the door to her little apartment and closed right after her, walking in, throwing the keys to the couch and going for the cabinet that had the whiskey bottle. When she was close, she noticed a slight breeze, turning to one of her windows and getting closer to it she could notice it was somewhat broken. The glass was broken, likely by someone punching it.
She took her gun in her hands and started to roam the kitchen going towards her room. It was completely silent, nothing was out of place, however when she passed by the bathroom a masculine figure got out, she tried shooting it but it went to the doorframe so they started to fight fist to fist. He seemed to want to put her down, as he tried to grab her in a bear hug but she wasn't going down, she had enough already with this day. She threw him around the room with a powerful kick but he got up and managed to connect punches to evade her.
She tried smashing him against the furniture harder each time but it didn't do anything as he threw her a whole chair, taking most of the hit she fell but grabbed her bike chain and got up to strangle him. Grace had him against her pulling it tightly on his neck but the strained man voice caught her off guard.
—I didn't come to kill you, I was in the port— he struggled to say, Grace loosened a bit the chain, —In the port?—
—I got that man off you— Grace got him out of the chain, taking distance and turning on the lights, she grabbed her gun from the floor and pointed it at him again.
—Stay where you are Poindexter, I'm calling the police— she said and he very calmly sat on the windows corner. He had the mask off and still had some blood from his attack to Hattley.
He chuckled as he coughed a bit, —I wouldn't do that—
—For what?—
—Maybe because I would tell them about how unprofessionally you acted with your witness, and left three bodies behind like it was nothing—
—And who will listen to what a psycho like you has to say?— Grace scoffed.
—I did you the favor of cleaning it up, you're welcome— he mockingly said.
—I don't want or need any favors from you, why did you step in?—
—Because I want to find Fisk, and you got in his way now. Believe it or not, he will know you were there and killed one of his men.—
—You work with Fisk—she said, keeping her gun well aimed still.
—Last time I saw him he broke my spine, I wouldn't say we are friends. Besides you want to try to catch him?, on your own?—
—The FBI wants to—
—I think you don't understand,— he said as he got up and walked closer to her now, —I will find him and I will kill him. Fisk isn't something the FBI can deal with.
—I won't work with you, get out my apartment and go back to the shit hole you came from—
—You should think about it, we can get all the evidence you want and corner him, and I'll take care of him. But if you're indecisive, maybe I could pay a visit to aunt Vivian, hm?— he said smirking, Grace quickly took a step closer to him and pressed the gun to his head.
—Get close to my family and I will kill you—
—Another body you couldn't explain, agent, doesn't seem smart— he said without being one ounce threatened. Grace got the gun out of him, fed up and threw it on the dining table.
—I don't trust you—
—I didn't expect so, but you can play nice and I'll play nice— he said almost friendly.
She wandered a bit in the room as she thought. She stopped and rubbed her temple. —And you pretend to stay here?— she said in disbelief.
—My shit hole was the port, but it doesn't seem as safe now, don't you think?—
Grace breathed in and let it out, —This is my place, you won't do as you want. You will go to the attic and you won't show even a hair out in the day—
—I got a job in Murray Hill, in an auto repair shop—
—How do people not recognize you?It's risky— she scoffed, not being able to believe it.
—My face isn't as public, agent, and New Yorkers have bad memory— he quipped and she knew what he meant.
—…Take off all your knives and go to the attic, I won't give them to you until tomorrow— she went to the bathroom, took a black towel and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and tossed them to him, —And don't leave any blood anywhere—
He silently complied and started to take them out of his multiple pockets, —You took the last one, I'm glad we could talk it out, agent— he said cocky and then went up to the attic. Once she saw he closed it she grabbed all the knives with another towel and put them away with the single one she had kept from the port.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Canon Typical violence.
Summary: Grace wants to forget the scene in the port, but can she really? Unfortunately things can't be that easy for her and she has to accept what now has come knocking at her door.
Word count: 2.868 k.
Tags: Daredevil TV show, Benjamin Dex Poindexter, Bullseye, Dex and original female character, obssesive Dex, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, Dex and OFC are close in age, Alternate Universe Canon Divergence, OFC is crazy too. Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Franklin Foggy Nelson and Original Characters.
Notes: Hi again! I hope you like it, little reminder this story is also on Ao3 by the same name if you want to leave me some kudos ;)
Grace lingered in the crime scene for some minutes before she ran off to go home.
The taxi driver didn't see anything out of place in her, too focused on his own yap about an upcoming game between the Yankees and the Mets. When she got to her apartment, she discarded the coat she was wearing and looked in the mirror of her bathroom, her neck was now forming a reddish bruise and felt swollen but she was calm now.
She had kept the knife that belonged to the unknown man who had killed off her attacker, it was very small yet sharp. She ran her thumb over it then put it away in her night stand drawer and got ready to sleep for the next day.
The streets were the same as all days; loud, crowded, messy, smelling of street food stalls, yet she had a feeling of having to watch over her shoulder.
Thankfully that morning was all about checking on reports, files, and evidence provided by the police, not to mention uploading them into the database. It kept her busy enough to shake off that feeling, she was barely listening to what Jennifer was saying when someone turning up the volume of the TV made her look up.
—We have been informed by the authorities that Wilson Fisk had a private instance of an appeal to review his case, opposite to the very public trial he had previously. The so-called business man was convicted last year under several charges such as organized crime and murder but just this month his lawyer presented evidence and witnesses testimonies that suggest this was an act of defamation to his persona orchestrated by a sketchy finance group that begged him to invest in them years prior. According to the new evidence, this group of men hired ex-FBI agent Poindexter to taint Fisk's public image, all this has led to his release today by the DA.
The members of the finance group have been detained after the police did a raid at their homes and found evidence of money laundering, "Pump-and-Dump" Schemes and more.
We also want to warn the audience Poindexter has escaped free, amidst the inconveniences that the blip presented, he's possibly armed and dangerous. To anyone with any possible information about his whereabouts, call 911.— The female reporter stated in the TV, before Jacques turned it off quickly when he saw their boss walking to them.
—Can someone in this room tell me how the news found out about this before us?!— The room fell silent but he kept going, —We will talk with the DA and the chief of Rikers Island ourselves! GET A MOVE ON AGENTS!— he screamed and two groups got out of the room.
Jennifer whistled —I fear these will be some…tense days in the office—
—That crazy asshole Poindexter must be doing a carnage already, wherever he is— Jacques said and shook his head.
—Fisk is to worry about too! I just can't believe it, they had solid evidence against him— Grace frustratedly took a sip of coffee.
—It doesn't to me, we've seen tons of rich assholes evading the law before, Fisk is just more of a public figure— Jennifer said.
—The problem is he is more than a rich asshole— Jacques sighed.
Grace straightened in her chair and looked at them both, —I think we need to go and pay a visit to the lawyer—
—¿Who?— Jacques said, trying to make memory.
—She is talking of Mathew Murdock, the blind guy, and you're right Grace. We need whatever evidence they had against Fisk— Jennifer stood up, followed by Jacques and Grace. Them three got in one of the cars and Jennifer drove to Nelson, Murdock and Page small law firm in 466 West 51st Street.
When they entered they were received by Karen Paige and shortly after Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson greeted them.
—What can we do for you agents?—Matt said politely, grabbing his cane in front of him.
—I'm positive you saw the news, Mr Murdock— Grace said seriously.
—Yes we did, we are as shocked as everybody. We were planning to go and talk with the DA to make some sense from it— Page said and crossed her arms.
—The FBI wants to take this case fully, anything you gathered about Fisk and Vanessa will be useful for us— Jacques said.
—We prefer to keep working on our own, agent—Matt said.
—And who is to say for you to not give us the evidence?— Jennifer said
—Well, I'm sorry but, legally, you can't take away our evidence just because, It's confidential, agent. —Foggy said, as sympathetic as possible.
—Mr Nelson, I won't say this isn't a respectable law firm and you offered Fisk a good fight in court. But this is out of your hands. You're telling me you won't help?— Grace said agitated, to which Jennifer put a hand behind her back.
—It's not a matter of helping or not, agent, you said so, we are a respectable law firm and we will continue our work, you can do yours on your own. This is much our responsibility as is yours. Besides we helped as much as we could, and this got out of the hands of the FBI too, don't you think so?— Murdock proclaimed, a bit cocky, maybe too much for Grace likeness who chuckled bitterly.
—Thanks for your time and have a great day counselor— Grace said, almost biting her words, Jacques and Jennifer followed after her to exit. Once Matt perceived them getting in the car and going off he turned to Karen and Foggy.
—Do you think they are corrupt?—Karen asked.
—No, they are genuine. Fisk doesn't have anyone inside the FBI anymore, that I know.—Matt said.
—Maybe we should have been a tad bit more collaborative guys— Foggy said.
—We already talked about this, I told Fisk I wasn't going to jail Vanessa so he would leave you two alone,— Matt took a little walk around the office.
—Yeah, part of that also meant he was going to stay in jail and he got out, so he isn't too good at keeping promises— Karen said skeptical.
—One thing is going after him and one thing is going after her, I won't test what happens if we focus on attacking her.— Matt answers her.
—Legally attacking her, which wouldn't be an attack, she would be answering about her actions—Karen said.
—No but Matt is right, he will see it as a personal attack and we don't know what his answer could be. Better be safe than sorry.— Foggy said, and Karen didn't want to argue with both of them, for now.
Grace went back to the FBI quarters with Jacques and Jennifer, who could sense she was stressed about Murdock negative being so little thought but on one hand they couldn't blame them, the FBI public imaged had been left tainted when the truth about the manipulations Fisk had done where known, using them as puppeteers to live even more comfortably than he did when he was in jail was profoundly dishonoring.
Grace, Jacques and Jennifer sat down on their chairs again and shared a look, then each one grabbed their paperwork and continued with it quietly, they spent on it some good hours but the problem came after lunch.
Precisely when they were informed by the local police that Tammy Hattley, the ex special agent in charge who later admitted to run the corrupt subdivision of the FBI and was currently in house arrest had been killed. The CCTV footage was the cherry on top, as it had been clearly Poindexter work, even if his face was covered with a mask. Everyone hovered over the screen as they saw how he killed the officers guarding her being murdered in seconds with several knives, while they were unable to even shoot him once. Hattley quickly got into her knees and put her hands up as he got closer.
—Please, Dex, I had to do it for my family—Hattley said, staying still.
—Don't bring up bullshit, you're a coward— he said as he didn't even look at her face, pacing around the room looking at all its decorative objects.
—I'm paying it everyday— she said.
—Paying? I only see a cozy room. And Fisk must be sipping champagne as we speak, but of course, I have to root in jail— Dex smirked.
—I'm sorry, stop this and let's see if I can get you a deal-
—I won't do deals with you again, Hattley— Dex said, he grabbed a small lamp and broke the tip of it. He finally took a look at Hattley's face and let the silence stretch for some seconds before he threw the lamp to her, piercing her forehead.
He calmly got close to her and drew a bullseye between her eyebrows with the blood that was dripping from the wound. Then he turned around and broke the camera with another one of his knives.
The agents got away from the screen.
—That gave me chills, I hope they don't send me to stop that guy— Jacques said half joking, trying to break the silence to which Grace gave him a disapproving look.
—Security will be tight around here, please don't forget your pass cards now.—another agent said and they all dispersed to their common areas.
—I'm hopeful we can finish the paper work of today, the forensic reports will be done by tomorrow so, we better not accumulate.— Jennifer says, grabbing the reports and files again.
—I had my Muay Thai class, I've been postponing it—Grace says.
—Well but at least we are lucky enough to get dinner at Vivian and Seth's— Jacques says, elbowing Grace.
—You're lucky my aunt likes you so much, If it were for my uncle he wouldn't open the door to you.— Grace says.
—Work now, chatter later guys— Jennifer said, clicking her pen.
Happily, the shift ended without any other bloody event and the trio headed to have dinner at Grace's aunt and uncle. There was a warm chicken pot ready for them on the table.
—This smells wonderful, Vivian, thank you—Jacques said as he sat at the table as everyone else.
—Don't rush it blondie, or you will burn your mouth—Grace uncle, said gruff as he grabbed a piece of bread and took some pieces.
—Seth, be kind with the boy! you must be starving, my hardworking agents,—Vivian said warmly as she served their plates. —I saw the news, tough day?—
Grace popped her knuckles and nodded, —yeah, you can say so but you don't have to worry—
—Yeah Fisk is nowhere to be seen and I doubt he comes out of whatever hole he is in —Jennifer said and took a bite.
—And always stick with each other, nothing of going solo— Seth said and Grace thought back to the port incident and swallowed down a piece of chicken with difficulty.
—Noted sir, yes sir— Jacques said semi serious semi joking. Jennifer told Seth and Vivian all that had gone down in the day, with some added jokes from Jacques that never got a smile out of Seth. Grace's mind was divagating about the port still but nobody seemed to notice it since she never was much of talking as much as Jennifer and Jacques.
When dinner was finished, Vivian offered Grace to stay and sleep the night but she declined, stating all she wanted was to get to her apartment (and have a bit of whiskey) so she didn't insist and Jacques and Jennifer left to their own places too.
Her apartment wasn't too far, it was a quick ride, the most tedious part was having to go up all the stairs to get to her place which was on the last floor of the building. She opened the door to her little apartment and closed right after her, walking in, throwing the keys to the couch and going for the cabinet that had the whiskey bottle. When she was close, she noticed a slight breeze, turning to one of her windows and getting closer to it she could notice it was somewhat broken. The glass was broken, likely by someone punching it.
She took her gun in her hands and started to roam the kitchen going towards her room. It was completely silent, nothing was out of place, however when she passed by the bathroom a masculine figure got out, she tried shooting it but it went to the doorframe so they started to fight fist to fist. He seemed to want to put her down, as he tried to grab her in a bear hug but she wasn't going down, she had enough already with this day. She threw him around the room with a powerful kick but he got up and managed to connect punches to evade her.
She tried smashing him against the furniture harder each time but it didn't do anything as he threw her a whole chair, taking most of the hit she fell but grabbed her bike chain and got up to strangle him. Grace had him against her pulling it tightly on his neck but the strained man voice caught her off guard.
—I didn't come to kill you, I was in the port— he struggled to say, Grace loosened a bit the chain, —In the port?—
—I got that man off you— Grace got him out of the chain, taking distance and turning on the lights, she grabbed her gun from the floor and pointed it at him again.
—Stay where you are Poindexter, I'm calling the police— she said and he very calmly sat on the windows corner. He had the mask off and still had some blood from his attack to Hattley.
He chuckled as he coughed a bit, —I wouldn't do that—
—For what?—
—Maybe because I would tell them about how unprofessionally you acted with your witness, and left three bodies behind like it was nothing—
—And who will listen to what a psycho like you has to say?— Grace scoffed.
—I did you the favor of cleaning it up, you're welcome— he mockingly said.
—I don't want or need any favors from you, why did you step in?—
—Because I want to find Fisk, and you got in his way now. Believe it or not, he will know you were there and killed one of his men.—
—You work with Fisk—she said, keeping her gun well aimed still.
—Last time I saw him he broke my spine, I wouldn't say we are friends. Besides you want to try to catch him?, on your own?—
—The FBI wants to—
—I think you don't understand,— he said as he got up and walked closer to her now, —I will find him and I will kill him. Fisk isn't something the FBI can deal with.
—I won't work with you, get out my apartment and go back to the shit hole you came from—
—You should think about it, we can get all the evidence you want and corner him, and I'll take care of him. But if you're indecisive, maybe I could pay a visit to aunt Vivian, hm?— he said smirking, Grace quickly took a step closer to him and pressed the gun to his head.
—Get close to my family and I will kill you—
—Another body you couldn't explain, agent, doesn't seem smart— he said without being one ounce threatened. Grace got the gun out of him, fed up and threw it on the dining table.
—I don't trust you—
—I didn't expect so, but you can play nice and I'll play nice— he said almost friendly.
She wandered a bit in the room as she thought. She stopped and rubbed her temple. —And you pretend to stay here?— she said in disbelief.
—My shit hole was the port, but it doesn't seem as safe now, don't you think?—
Grace breathed in and let it out, —This is my place, you won't do as you want. You will go to the attic and you won't show even a hair out in the day—
—I got a job in Murray Hill, in an auto repair shop—
—How do people not recognize you?It's risky— she scoffed, not being able to believe it.
—My face isn't as public, agent, and New Yorkers have bad memory— he quipped and she knew what he meant.
—…Take off all your knives and go to the attic, I won't give them to you until tomorrow— she went to the bathroom, took a black towel and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and tossed them to him, —And don't leave any blood anywhere—
He silently complied and started to take them out of his multiple pockets, —You took the last one, I'm glad we could talk it out, agent— he said cocky and then went up to the attic. Once she saw he closed it she grabbed all the knives with another towel and put them away with the single one she had kept from the port.
updated May 3 2026. I'm separating the dialogue prompts into their respective sections. Went through Anger & Angst Lists the last few days & separated them into smaller lists. Will be working on the horror/Apocalyptic list next!
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Some tips and tricks I’ve seen on Tumblr, on Pinterest or have learned the hard way while writing. These are pretty basic but sometimes basic is good!
Realizing they can feel the person touching them. Maybe they’re not touching but they can feel the warmth.
Accidentally saying something flirty and both of you freeze. Or saying something flirty and the other person panicking and running away
Eyes dropping to lips. Eyes looking them up and down. Eyes unable to look away. Eyes unable to make contact without blushing. Eyes are you best friend.
Mirroring. When people have crushes or like someone (or want someone to like them) they do what is called mirroring. If character 1 crosses their arms and character 2 has a crush on them, have character 2 cross their arms too.
New Girl taught me about toes. If their feet are facing you, they want to stay. If their feet are pointed away, they want to leave. I’ve found its not always true but its something you can mention or use.
Unable to stop smiling. Unable to stop laughing.
Touching the other one when you laugh. Touching them to move them out of the way. Touching them and not moving your hand away
Hugging them when you see them. Sharing a bed. Trying to be near them at all moments.
Looking at their lips and fantasizing about kissing them.
Watching others interact in some way with them or how they act around them and being super jealous, wondering why they don’t act that way with you.
