The choice
Not actually having had much sleep as you had been alone with your thoughts, you woke up early.
Your mind had wandered to Dex everytime you had almost fallen asleep. There was a feeling in your stomach you knew but all to well. It wasn't nausea, no, it was something you hadn't felt since you had broken up with Matt. You had laid there, arms against your chest as the feeling continued to take over your mind and body. At first you did not want to admit it, it was silly really. It was longing, longing to touch him, to see him, to talk to him. You longed for him.
As you drank your morning coffee, the feeling still had not subsided. You groaned as you felt like a young teen with a crush again. Get it together you told yourself and drank the last of your coffee before rinsing the mug under the tap at the sink. Doubt also roamed as a black cloud in your mind. Did he like you the way you like him? Did you overstep his boundaries when you had kissed his cheek last night?
You took a deep breath before putting on your coat and grabbing your keys.
“I guess i'll find out.” you said to yourself before you left your house and went on your way to work.
The elevator doors opened and you walked out. A female agent stopped you to have some small talk. You listened to her as your eyes roamed the place. You saw Dex leaning against the wall while he was drinking his coffee. He hadn't noticed you had arrive yet, he looked like he was posing in a photoshoot.
“Right?” the female agent asks you and you snap back to reality.
“Sorry, I didn't catch that last part.” you said hoping it wouldn't make her feel bad.
She happily told you what she had been saying again.
After she said her goodbye, you walked to Dex who had finished his coffee as he threw the empty plastic cup in the trash.
“(y/n), Goodmorning.” he looked rather chirpy today so that was a good sign, you took note of the fact that he was standing rather close to you, and so did the other agents apparently as they were discreetly slapping eachother's arms and nodding towards you both.
Just looking at him was enough to form a smile on your face “Goodmorning, Agent Poindexter.” you tried to make it sound extra professional. He raised a brow at you and you snorted. “So what is on the to-do list today. And please don't say, babysitting Fisk.”
By the way he looked at you, you knew that that was exactly what you would have to do today.
“I don't like it any more than you do.” he chuckles “At least we're working together.” his eyes were hopefull as if he were looking for confirmation.
“Yeah. You're right. Guess we should get started.” a smile playing on your lips.
“Agent (l/n), Agent Poindexter” a voice came from behind you and you turned around facing Special Agent Hattley.
“Chief.” you and Dex both said.
“Agent (l/n), Agent Hunt is waiting on you to bring Fisk his meal.” she tells you,
You nod “Of course.”
You started walking in the direction of the penthouse, but waited for Dex.
Dex wanted to join you but Hattley raised her hand in a stopping motion "No Dex, another agent is going with (y/n) this time. You should see the doctor in the meantime, he told me you have to see him every day for a while after the ambush. Dex narrowed his eyes at Hattley, he was not agreeing to this. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep a convicted murderer waiting." Your sarcasm was clear and Hattley shot you a look.
“Chief..” Dex stepped forward.
“That's an order, Dex. You know you have to see him.” Hattley's voice was stern as she commanded him. Dex took a step back and you just mouthed a I'll be fine. He gave a short nod in your direction.
You walked to the penthouse doors where Agent Hunt was already waiting for you. He pushed the tray in your hands before he opened the doors. You followed him inside.
Fisk was seated at the table, you moved to it and placed the tray on the table. It wasn't until then that you realise that Agent Hunt had already left the penthouse again. You furrowed your brow. “Agent Hunt?” you called out for him, he gave you no response.
“Agent (l/n). I thought we might be able to speak in private for a moment.” Fisk spoke.
You looked back to Fisk, but before you did you noticed that the red light on the cameras weren't on. The cameras had been turned off. And to you this looked like a trap.
“I have nothing to say to you, convict.” your voice was hard as you spoke to Fisk.
“Then perhaps, you might listen to what I have to say to you, Agent (l/n).” he talked as if this was a normal thing to do.
You scoffed “No, I'm leaving.” you turned around and headed to the doors.
“You have interesting friends.” he said and you stopped in your tracks. “But then again, with a talent like yours it should not come as a suprise.”
You turn to look at him “What is that supposed to mean?” crossing your arms.
“Your previous unit spoke of your talent. I have only seen one other person who could fight like that.” he stood up from his chair “But he never killed anyone.”
Panic rose in you. He knows. He knows about your past.
“That was a long time ago. As you can see.” you tell him, trying to make your voice sound steady.
“Yes. I believe it must be, considering your connection to Mr. Murdock.” he looks you straight in the eyes and you knew this moment would come one day. You didn't show him your fear. But you knew what he was doing. He was trying to get in your head.
“Whatever it is that you are trying to say, just say it. Stop with the bullshit.” your anger was bigger then your fear.
“I could use someone with your skill.” he finally says “Your skill is being wasted working for the FBI.”
“The answer is No, Fisk.” he wanted you on his team, you could see it clear. He had no intention of killing you. He wanted to use your for his own gain.
“Think about it, Agent (l/n). You wouldn't have to pretend to be someone you are not. To be something society will accept.” he was trying to convince you.
His words fell flat to you, you knew who you were and you knew who you are now. “My past is dead and burried.” you tell him coldly.
“As are the people that were unfortunate enough to cross your path.” he said to you.
You were fuming, and your hand itched for your gun.
Without saying another word you stormed away from Fisk.
“Think about my offer.” was the last thing you heard him say before you slammed the doors of the penthouse shut behind you.