"Dance with the Devil"

[amine_eyes]

Title: "Dance with the Devil"
Characters: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy
Rating: R for implied themes of violence
Summary: Leonard was being offered a very competitve package ...
A/N: commentfic for the "Daily Captain and the Daily Doctor" posts on jim_and_bones, Mafia!AU :)
Disclaimer: I own them! ... damn, back to reality ...

 

Leonard shuts his eyes in an attempt to block out what's happening, but it only makes his heart pound louder, the rustle of clothing behind him deafening in the small examination room. He counts his heartbeats and feels a small wave of relief at how they haven't exceeded 180; he doesn't need to worry about an imminent heart attack.

 

He feels the pressure against the small of his back recede, and he tries not to sigh in relief at the knowledge that his spine isn't about to be shot to pieces from point-blank range. He hears footsteps round the room, and opens his eyes in time to see Jim Kirk settle in the chair in front of him - his chair damnit, the guy think he can do what he likes without reprisal (the clank of the gun against the wooden sides reminds Leonard that actually, Jim can do what he likes) - and doesn't even sit in it properly. He rests his elbows on his legs and presses his hands together as if going to confession, and Leonard can't stop the little bubble of laughter escape at the idea of Jim in a confession box, asking forgiveness from a doddery old man with a dog-collar.

 

"So about it Len? Going to come work for me? It is a very competitive package after all ..."

 

Leonard looks at the sheer conviction in Jim Kirk's eyes, and is struck by the most horrific knowledge of all:

 

Jim believes all that he's said so far. Every, single, word that has left his mouth, Jim believes is true.

 

"Mr Kirk -" Leonard starts to say, but Jim waves off the beginning of Leonard's protest with an elegant gesture. Leonard focuses on the little red lines on Jim's hands left by being pressed against the stubble on his face which now starts to resemble a beard.

 

"Len, really, don't waste time by protesting your medical ethics, or saying that you won't work with a man like me." Jim stands up, and makes his way over to the back of Leonard. He doesn't take the gun out again, he just rests slightly against Leonard's back, lets him feel the weight of all the power in the man behind him. He whispers into Leonard's ear, just close enough to let his breath tickle the sweet part behind Leonard's ear.

 

"Now ... you can work for me, or not. As I said, you only have to treat my guys as and when they need it, you'll be given far more money than you're earning at the moment, and you'll have every protection I can afford. Or ... you can refuse. I don't mind. Really. I don't."

 

He runs a hand down Leonard's arm, and he can feel his pulse rise in response.

 

"The guys, on the other hand ... I promised them a doctor, a good doctor - you don't know what these back-street doctors are like, they make all sorts of mistakes - whereas, you, you, are a man of quality. They expect you to take the offer, and if you don't ... what was your little girl's name again?"

 

Leonard feels the old defiance make a welcome return and he turns, grabs Jim's arms to get him down on the ground so that Leonard will finally be able to phone the police, but Jim's too quick, and presses him against his desk, bent over and pinned, no way of escape.

 

"What's it going to be Len?"

 

Leonard opens his mouth to say no, he'll never do it, he'll die rather than help these scum who torture people and kill them, who expect him to make their wounds got by innocent people all better, who expect Leonard to betray all he’s worked for – the hours spent campaigning for better protection for Mafia victims at hospitals, the hours spent making sure that those scum get behind bars.

 

"Yes."

 

He can feel the smile of Jim against his neck, and Jim pats his arm rather companionably.

 

"Good man Len ... good man ..."

 

As Jim gets up, gives Leonard his card, tells him they'll see each other "real soon" with a glint in his eyes, Leonard doesn't feel like a good man at all.