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fluentmoviequoter · 9 months ago

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Soft Spot

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x shy!assistant!fem!reader

Summary: When you're kidnapped and used as a pawn, Deacon sets out to find you. Once you're tied up together, he changes his goals regarding your safety, finding a soft spot in the kidnappers and himself.

Warnings: spoilers (rewrite) for SWAT episode 3x15 "Knockout"; angst to fluff

Word Count: 3.4k+ words

A/N: Deacon in a suit + Street's scene in the luxury box = one of the best episodes.

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You have only been Gio Torres’s personal assistant for a week - since he arrived in Los Angeles - but he got attached to you quickly. Your shy demeanor and kindness toward his wife made it easy for Gio to decide he likes you.

“Where are we going?” you ask quietly.

“To meet the security team, hermana,” Gio answers, smiling as he wraps his arm around Esther.

Frowning when you think of meeting even more people, Gio takes pity on you and offers to handle the introductions.

“They don’t need to know who I am, Gio,” you remind him. “I’m just here for you and Esther.”

Gio tilts his head to the side as Esther replies, “And if they want to meet you?”

“I hope they don’t,” you mumble.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you enter the arena, a few men in suits are standing around a television displaying the building’s blueprint. You notice the one closest to the screen is attractive and immediately drop your chin as he looks toward you. Walking behind Gio, though, you don’t expect he’ll even realize you’re there. Most people don’t.

“Hey, champ,” the other man greets. “This is my business partner, David Kay. He’s managing our security team. Meet Gio Torres, reigning welterweight champion of the world, and his wife Esther.”

David shakes hands with Gio and Esther before the other man excuses himself to answer his phone.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he says. “And please, call me Deacon.”

“Diacono? Like padre, priest?” Gio asks.

“No, no, it’s just a nickname.” Deacon looks to Esther to ask, “It’s your first?”

“Yes,” she replies happily.

Deacon turns toward you, extending his hand. “I didn’t catch your name.”

You shake his hand, giving him a small smile as you say your name. “I’m Gio’s assistant.”

“Nice to meet you as well, and I guess that means we’re kind of working together.”

Nodding, you’re glad when Gio draws Deacon’s attention away.

“You know, this place is so… new. We had nothing like it in Havana,” Gio explains. “One day we will.”

“Well, best of luck to you tonight,” Deacon says. “And congratulations.”

“Gracias, Padre.”

You shake your head at Gio’s nickname, smiling at Deacon again as you follow Gio and Esther out of the arena. You can feel Deacon’s eyes on you, and your neck warms at the attention.

“Someone likes padre,” Esther teases, bumping her elbow against your arm.

Rolling your eyes, you keep your head down so your giddy smile doesn’t betray your secrecy.

“Sí, claro,” Gio agrees, chuckling.

✯✯✯✯✯

Gio sent you to find Deacon, telling you he wants to give him something for his SWAT team. You don’t know how Gio learned he was a SWAT agent when he isn’t working in private security, but it’s your job to get what Gio wants, so you go. Standing to the side and waiting for him to notice you, you accidentally overhear his conversation.

“Aren’t these fights usually in Vegas?” the woman beside him asks.

“Yeah,” Deacon answers. “But Maxwell wanted to fight in his own hometown.”

“Why does the former champion get to call the shots?”

“That’s why.”

Deacon points to Jackie Shaw, who you had the displeasure of meeting this morning. He’s full of himself and has a wandering eye. He may be the biggest promoter and responsible for the biggest fight of the season, but he does not seem like a good man.

“I’m gonna make the rounds,” Deacon says, turning toward you. He stops when he sees you, smiling as he says your name.

“You remembered?”

“How could I not?”

Pressing your lips together and dropping your eyes to the floor, you say, “Gio wants to see you when you have a minute.”

“I can go now. Care to show me the way?”

Looking up, the smile on his face makes you think he knows that his actions are impacting you. When he falls into step beside you, keeping his attention on you as you walk, you realize that Esther was right; you do like him, but you’ll never be able to act on it.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Oi, Padre,” Gio greets as you lead Deacon into the room.

“I’m going to go with the driver to get Esther from the hotel,” you tell Gio.

You nod at Deacon on your way out, and the look he gives you makes you wish you could stay.

✯✯✯✯✯

You walk out of the hotel, answering an email from Jackie Shaw’s marketing team as you get in the car. Esther should be out in a moment, but the door beside you opens suddenly, and a man you don’t recognize climbs inside.

“Uh, I think you’re in the wrong car,” you tell him.

The car begins moving, and you ask the driver to go back, but he doesn’t acknowledge you. When you look out the window, the man beside you unsheathes a serrated knife, holding it up so you can see it.

“Don’t yell for help,” he demands.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon is doing his rounds again when he stops by Gio’s locker room.

“My nephews are gonna go nuts. Thank you,” Chris says, accepting a signed poster.

“De nada,” Gio replies.

Esther and one of the security guards enter the room, and Deacon looks over when Esther says your name.

“No esta aqui?” Esther asks.

“No.”

They continue speaking in Spanish, and Deacon can tell they’re distressed and concerned about something. He doesn’t like that your name is involved.

“What’s wrong?” he asks Chris.

“His assistant disappeared from the hotel. His trainer’s out looking for her.”

Someone knocks on the door, and Deacon steps in front of him. “Hey, not now. You can get a selfie later.”

“Hey, Torres, I’m supposed to deliver this to you,” the man says.

“Let me see that. Chris,” Deacon calls.

“Stand right here. Don’t move,” Chris demands, pulling the man into the room.

“There’s a voice mail.” Deacon presses play, his jaw clenched as he listens to the distorted voice.

‘We have your hermana, your assistant. Lose this fight or she dies. No cops, or your wife is next.’

✯✯✯✯✯

“You got the wrong girl!” a man yells.

You flinch at the sudden noise. Tied to a chair, blindfolded, and gagged, you have no way of knowing who the men are or what they're doing in here.

“How do you mistake her for Gio’s pregnant wife?”

“She was in the car, I didn’t know!”

“He likes her, so it’ll have to work. That or we find another chance to get the wife.”

“It’ll work.”

That’s what you’re worried about.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What can I do to help?” Gio asks.

“Your weigh-in’s about to start. If you don’t show up, people will know something’s wrong,” Chris answers. “It might alert the kidnappers.”

“I know this is hard. But you have to go out there and pretend that everything is normal. We have people with your wife, they can’t get to her, and we’re doing everything we can to find the people who did this,” Deacon promises.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon notices a man filming Gio at the weigh-in and follows him out of the arena, pausing in an alley to call Hondo.

“Yeah, Deac, talk to me. What’s going on?” Hondo asks.

“There was a suspicious guy around the weigh-in. White, six foot, 25 to 30. It’s probably nothing, but I want to check it out,” Deacon replies. “He walked into an old factory six blocks from the arena.”

“You got an address?”

“Twelfth and Maple. Northwest alley.”

“Street’s callin’ for backup, Deac.”

“I’ll keep you posted.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Secured to the chair and blindfolded, you can’t see when people come or go, and have no idea where you are. Several men have been in and out, and you try to breathe quietly and listen for them.

A voice - Deacon, you know immediately - says your name before asking, “Are you okay? I’m here to help.” He lifts the blindfold over your head and says, “Hey.”

You pant as he pulls the gag from your mouth, nodding as you thank him. Deacon kneels beside you, keeping a hand on your arm. He pulls his phone from his pocket and talks while he unties you.

“Hey, Hondo,” he says. “I found her. She’s tied up, but she’s okay.”

You shake your arm, trying to alert Deacon of the men entering the room, but it doesn’t work, so you turn your head toward him, hoping to find comfort in his presence.

“Stand up,” one of the men commands.

Deacon drops something into a box, moving his phone to his pocket as he stands and raises his hands in surrender. Both men point guns at Deacon, and you push back against your chair, hoping that this doesn’t end terribly.

“I probably shouldn’t be here, huh?” Deacon asks. “I followed him from the weigh-in. I was in the room when Torres heard the message, and- and he begged me not to do anything, but I… I thought if I found his assistant, you know, maybe he’d give a reward or something. Look, the name is Schupatz. I’m just a security guard. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Turn around,” the men demand.

“I don’t want to cause any problems.”

Deacon turns, and you flinch when he’s hit over the head with the butt of a gun. Bringing your shoulder to your cheek, you look away and try to hide, but the man turns to you, forcing you to drink a strange-colored medicine before everything goes dark.

✯✯✯✯✯

You regain consciousness before Deacon, watching him as you sit in the dusty room. He tips his head back and groans before opening his eyes.

“You okay?” you ask quietly.

“Yeah,” he answers. “Are you?”

With Deacon’s complete attention on you, despite the life-threatening situation, you grow shy and can only shrug.

“Did they hurt you?”

“Gave me medicine that knocked me out,” you explain.

“You feel okay?”

Nodding, you look at Deacon’s shoes.

“I don’t know the men who did this, but help is on the way,” Deacon promises. “There are people looking for you. They’ll come for me too. I’m a police officer.”

“SWAT,” you murmur.

“How’d you- Gio. Right?” Deacon looks around, and you flex your wrists under the rope. “All right, we got to get out of here. They need you alive as leverage until Gio loses the fight. But they’ll get rid of me soon enough. Unless we get out of here first.”

“What can I do?”

“Best thing you can do? Stay calm. I’m gonna get us out of here.”

You nod as Deacon moves his arms, trying to find a way to get free.

“Will Gio really lose?” you ask, looking at Deacon’s face.

“For you? Of course.”

He smiles as he answers, and you find it much easier to stay calm.

“Who’s Schupatz?”

“A clue to help my team find us, I hope.”

Nodding, you fall silent again. While you watch Deacon, you take his advice to stay calm and trust him. He’s breathing deeply from trying to free himself, and when he pauses, you decide to try talking to him again.

“The medicine they made me drink… will it hurt me?”

“Nah. You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Gio and Esther have to be okay. If they have to leave early because of me, and their baby is born in Cuba, their lives are as good as over. They need to stay in America, Deacon. Tonight can’t be the end for them.”

“No, and it won’t be,” Deacon agrees, raising his arms again before the door opens.

You fold in on yourself, moving back as a man kneels before you, offering an open bottle.

“It’s just water,” he says.

Looking at Deacon, you wait for him to say, “It’s okay,” before taking a drink.

You feel a bit better, your dry lips and throat soothed by the water, but you furrow your brows at the look on Deacon’s face. He waits for the men to exit, closing the door behind them, to speak.

“I think we just found their soft spot,” he explains. He doesn’t mention that he’s developing his own soft spot for you.

✯✯✯✯✯

You force yourself to cry, screaming in faux pain as you push yourself against the control you’re tied to. Hooking your arm through it, pretending to be trapped, you follow Deacon’s instructions exactly.

“Hey, she needs help!” Deacon yells toward the door. “She’s losing circulation!”

The door opens, and two men enter, looking between you and Deacon.

“She tried to turn around and her arm got caught, you need to get her help,” Deacon explains. “Look, I’m a trained medic. All right? Let me out of here. Let me help her.”

“Unlock him,” one of the men says.

You continue your act as Deacon is released, standing before pushing one of the men against the wall and reaching for his taser. The second man grabs Deacon from behind, slamming him against the metal machinery he’s been tied to for what seems like forever. He groans as the men resecure his bindings, elevating his arms over his head.

“Torres is gonna lose the fight. He’s gonna do whatever you want, so there is no reason to keep her trapped like an animal,” Deacon exclaims. “Let her go.”

The men leave without another word, and you lean your face against your hands as Deacon’s chin drops toward his chest.

✯✯✯✯✯

“How much time do you think we have?” You stretch your legs toward Deacon, wishing you were feeling talkative for any other reason.

“I don’t know,” he answers.

“What are we going to do? And please don’t say you don’t know.”

Deacon chuckles, raising his shoulders. “Ow.”

“What?” you ask, looking up as Deacon moves his hands on the metal beam above him.

You hear the wire around his wrists scrubbing, and you know it has to be torture on his shoulders, but you grow hopeful at the prospect of Deacon freeing himself.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Footsteps,” you alert, just as Deacon’s arms drop, the wire snapping.

He rises, stumbling as he gains his bearings before moving to a corner behind the door to wait. Deacon is keeping his promise, and once you are safe, he’s going to try to make you shy again. It’s not necessarily a noble goal, but if it’s enough to get him through the fight, that’s all he needs.

One man enters, and Deacon waits for him to walk past before wrapping one arm around his neck, pulling tightly until the man collapses. You watch as Deacon finds a taser in his pocket, taking it before moving to untie you.

“All right. Come here,” Deacon whispers, helping you to your feet. “Are you in any actual pain or was that just really good acting?”

“I’m okay.”

Deacon looks into your eyes, nodding before leading you into a hallway. Someone yells, the sound echoing through the building.

“You can go without me, Deacon,” you offer, trying to release his hand.

His grip tightens, and he pulls you closer. “No, listen. Go in here. I’m going to lock you in here. You’ll be safe. Trust me, they’re gonna think you escaped. You just stay as quiet as possible.”

You grab his hand again, finding the courage to look directly into his brown eyes as you ask, “Will you come back?”

“I promised, didn’t I?”

You nod, releasing his hand and stepping back as the metal door closes on you.

✯✯✯✯✯

While you grow scared, alone in a locked room, Deacon is working on keeping his promise. A few blocks away, Gio is throwing a fight to save you. If your life weren’t in danger, you wouldn’t be able to handle this much attention.

You hear a police officer radio that a suspect is down and call for help. The door opens, and a man in a SWAT uniform identifies himself as a police officer.

“I got you,” he says, leading you to another officer, who takes you toward the door.

In another part of the theater, Deacon climbs onto the edge of a balcony, waiting for the right moment to drop onto the Schupatz lookalike, attempting to tase him before fighting over a gun. As they roll over one another, the trigger is pulled, and several bullets are fired into the large projector screen showing the fight.

Deacon rises to his hands and knees, knocking the other man off balance as he stands. Moving behind him, Deacon tackles the man, knocking over the projector as they fall together. Pinning the man to the floor, Deacon punches him until he stops fighting back.

“Deac!” Tan yells, entering the theater.

Deacon says your name and Hondo answers, “She’s outside with the EMTs.”

“We got the whole crew,” Street adds.

“It’s good to see you, Schupatz,” Hondo jokes.

“Good to see you, too,” Deacon replies. “All of you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

At the same time that Gio learns you are safe and turns the tide of the fight, you are watching the theater entrance for Deacon. When he walks out, rushing toward you, you stand and meet him halfway, hugging him tightly and pressing your face into his dirty blazer.

“Your face is cut, sir, we’re gonna need to tape that,” an EMT says.

“Give me a minute,” Deacon answers, tightening his grip on you.

“Let ‘em do their job,” you murmur.

Deacon huffs, and you feel his heartbeat as you pull away. Holding your hand, Deacon pulls you with him as the paramedic cleans and tapes the cut on his cheekbone.

“Still pretty,” you whisper.

Smiling widely, Deacon turns his head toward you. When you duck your head and try to pull your hand from Deacon’s, he chuckles and tugs you closer.

“This would be a terrible time to find out you’re leaving with Torres,” he murmurs.

You shake your head, explaining you’re based in Los Angeles but do freelance work with celebrities while they’re in town. Deacon is sure you’re a popular choice, unwilling or unable to talk to celebrities simply because of who you are.

“Esther went into labor,” Hondo tells Deacon. “They’re at Shaw Memorial.”

Deacon leads you to a grey Dodge Charger, taking the keys from Street before helping you into the passenger seat. He smiles as he drives, glad he completed both promises: getting you out safe and making you shy afterward.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hi,” you greet, walking into Esther’s hospital room.

Deacon enters behind you, waiting at the foot of the bed while you hug Gio and Esther, extending a finger to their new baby. Chris arrives a moment later, and Gio turns his attention to her and Deacon.

“I’m not sure how to thank you,” he expresses, hugging Chris.

Deacon watches you and the baby, a caring look in his eye accompanying his smile.

“Padre,” Gio greets, shaking Deacon’s hand before hugging him too.

You roll your eyes at the nickname again, and Deacon smiles when he notices.

“Mira,” Gio says, directing attention to his son.

“We name him Jorge,” Esther adds.

“Congratulations,” Chris offers.

“Welcome to the world, little man,” Deacon cheers, looking at Jorge before his eyes return to you.

Chris moves to close the door, and Deacon tears his eyes from you to speak to Gio and Esther. “So I know this isn’t a great time, but the Cuban delegation is camped out down the hall. This might be our only chance to talk.”

“They charted a flight to Havana for you, leaving Monday morning,” Chris adds.

“So I contacted your immigration lawyer in San Francisco, and he said he’ll be here Sunday night.”

“Thank you so much,” Gio replies. “Pero, how did you know?”

“Someone gets talktative when they’re held hostage,” Deacon jokes, looking over at you.

“Gracias, hermana,” Gio says, pulling you into another hug.

You’re glad to hide from Deacon for a moment, but when it’s time to leave, he takes your hand, and your skin warms immediately.

“I shouldn’t talk to you ever again,” you tell him.

“But you will?” he asks.

You nod, and Deacon turns to you, the same caring look present in his eyes as he raises his free hand to your cheek.

“Then I’m glad I kept my promise.”

“Seems like you have a soft spot too,” you mumble against his hand, leaning toward him.

“Maybe I do,” Deacon agrees, smiling as he moves his hand, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. He kisses the crown of your head and laughs when you turn to hide against his suit again.

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