No Kill Policy
by Melissa Minners
Disclaimer and Other Information: It should be noted that all of the characters and many of the locales in this fan fiction are not mine. They are owned by The WB. This fan fiction is somewhat of an homage to the series, though I have used a little liberty here with events. The story takes place some time after Love and Betrayal, so if you haven't read that particular fanfic, I suggest you do before reading this one. Warning: Parts of this fanfic may be highly graphic at times. Reader's discretion is advised. I hope you enjoy.
Jesse shook his head and sighed. He couldn't believe the luck he had. He glanced over at the raven-haired beauty leaning against the opposite wall and shook his head again. Every time he tried to have some private time with Helena, something always got in the way. Jesse walked over to stand beside New Gotham Police Detective McNally who was just finishing his inspection of the body. McNally looked up as Jesse approached.
"So, Reese," he looked him up and down. "You don't look sick to me." McNally laughed.
"Very funny," quipped Reese.
"You see anything," McNally asked.
"Naw," Reese answered. "I was...occupied at the time. What did you get off the witnesses?"
"Nothing," McNally shook his head. "Your favorite type of case. Guy gets murdered - stabbed five times and tossed off a balcony - in front of dozens of people and no one sees a thing! Must be some kind of supernatural force behind this," he teased.
"Haven't had your first cup of coffee yet, have ya," Jesse teased back. He glanced again in Helena's direction. She was still leaning against the wall, but now she was joined by Gabby and Dinah.
"I'll be right back, okay?"
McNally looked over at the three girls that had his partner's attention. He grinned, "Sure. Go 'head."
As Jesse approached Helena, she straightened up and put her hands on her hips.
"I guess this means our date is over," she said.
"Guess so," Jesse responded. "Listen, can I talk to you a sec."
Helena cocked an eyebrow. She looked over at Dinah who was comforting a still-shaken Gabby.
"We'll be okay," Dinah assured her.
Helena followed Jesse to a spot a few feet away. She turned to face Jesse, arms folded across her chest. Something was bothering Jesse - she could tell - and she wanted to know what it was.
"I know this guy," he said looking down. He seemed uncomfortable.
"'Dead Guy'" How?" she said, not sure she really wanted to know the answer.
"His name is Carl Scudder," Jesse said. He paused for a moment, then looked into Helena's eyes. "He worked for my Dad."
Barbara's fingers were typing fast and furiously, bringing up mug shots and rap sheets for Carl Scudder. Helena and Dinah stood watching over her shoulder. They had dropped Gabby off at her house as soon as the police had released them from the crime scene. The first thing Helena did as soon as Gabby was safely in the house was contact Oracle to let her know what was going on. But, of course, Oracle already knew. The only information she didn't have was the name of the dead man and his ties to Al Hawke's organization. Now that she had that information, her hands were a blur, pulling up every bit of information she could find about the victim.
"Nice guy," Dinah commented after reading his rap sheet. "Assault, harassment, assault, assault..."
"And the hits just keep on coming," said Helena. "Jesse said that this guy - Scudder - used to do heavy-work for Al Hawke. Someone needed to learn a lesson, Scudder was one of the guys Hawke would call on to teach the lesson."
"And judging from the information I'm pulling up, he's got plenty of enemies," Barbara said.
"Tell me about it," Dinah agreed.
An insistent beeping came from the Delphi Monitor. Barbara pointed to one of the numerous computer monitors.
"Reese triggered the bat ring. Must have something new for us."
"Or maybe he just wants to finish the date," Dinah joked.
Helena let out a frustrated growl. "Why can't he just call like normal boyfriends?"
Barbara stifled a chuckle as Helena headed for the elevator.
Reese jumped. He hadn't even seen her coming - and he'd been looking.
"Why do you have to keep doing that?" Reese growled.
"Spontaneity is good for a relationship," Helena teased. "So what's so important you couldn't tell me over the phone?"
"I've been checking on the remains of my father's organization. Seems there's been some stir within the ranks. Seems that with my father in jail and Frankie Spitz out of the picture, everyone is vying for control of the organization."
"So who's in the front of the pack?" Helena asked.
"A guy named Nico Sylvestri. From what I could get out of my Mom, Sylvestri has already made his intentions clear. He's taking over and all opposition will be dealt with accordingly. Has people pretty scared. Apparently, Scudder isn't the only member of the opposition that met with a violent end. From what she said, Sylvestri works like a man obsessed. Once he perceives someone an enemy, he'll stop at nothing to get to them."
"You got this information from your Mom?" Helena asked, incredulously.
Reese shrugged. "No one else was willing to talk to me. Even Mom seemed a but jittery about it. Apparently this guy is a pretty rough character."
"Nothing I can't handle. Where do I find him?"
"You mean 'we' and I don't know exactly. Like I said, nobody's talking."
Helena nodded. "Oracle will find him, but when she does, I don't want you anywhere near him."
Jesse arched an eyebrow. "Really. And why is that?"
Helena flashed a lopsided grin. "Because, Detective, I'd like to make certain that we finish this date. Which means I have to keep you safely tucked away at the police station. I don't want this guy realizing who you are and deciding you're competition."
"So, what have you got?" Huntress asked as she jumped to the next roof. She'd been patrolling the seedier sections of New Gotham all night, waiting for Oracle to find some useful information about Nico Sylvestri.
Oracle's voice didn't sound optimistic. "Well, Sylvestri was something of a juvenile delinquent - petty stuff really. Nothing major. Then, nothing...I mean nothing! No arrests whatsoever. A clean sheet. Are you sure Reese has the right guy? I don't even see anything that ties him in with Hawke's organization."
Huntress frowned. "Reese seemed pretty certain. After all, look at where his information came from."
"Well, if this guy is into organized crime, there's no evidence of it in any of the police computer systems I've hacked into," came Oracle's frustrated response. "Wait...Reese is on the line. Go ahead, Jesse."
"Oracle, tell Huntress that I finally found someone who'll talk to me. He says that this guy Sylvestri is a real lunatic. Says he was at the club with Scudder. They'd been attempting to get a slice of the new owner's pie. Sylvestri approached Scudder, saying that he'd heard Scudder had been bad-mouthing him throughout the organization. The next thing my snitch knew, Sylvestri was jabbing a knife into Scudder, so my snitch took off running. This guy's scared to death. I'm at the Gotham Pub. I'm gonna need Huntress' help getting him to a safe house."
"Did you get all that, Huntress?"
"Tell him I'm on it," Huntress said, launching herself over the neon sign atop the next roof and doing a back-flip to land on the other side.
As soon as she got there, Huntress knew something was wrong. It wasn't anything she could see. It was just a feeling, but Huntress had learned to trust those “feelings” long ago. Jesse stepped out of the Gotham Pub with a disheveled, nerve-wracked thug. They got within four feet of Huntress, when someone stepped out of the shadows and grabbed Reese’s companion, hurling him into the nearest brick wall. Before Reese or Huntress could react, Sylvestri had his knife buried seven inches into the snitch’s chest. Then he turned toward Reese. Huntress quickly positioned herself between the two.
"Uh-uh," she said, wagging her finger from side to side. "I don't think so."
Sylvestri stared at Huntress, unmoving. As she made a move toward him, Huntress felt the slightest resistance, as if she were moving through cobwebs to get at her prey. Huntress connected with a roundhouse kick. As Sylvestri fell to the floor, Huntress noted the shocked look on his face.
It was him! she thought. That bit of resistance was him. He's a meta. And whatever he was trying to do to me didn't work.
Huntress advanced on Sylvestri. The sudden screech of tires made her turn from her prey. A car was approaching - fast - and it was aimed right at Jesse Reese.
"Jesse!" she screamed, launching herself at Reese. They landed in a tangle just out of reach of the car's left fender as it passed. The car stopped only long enough for Sylvestri to fling himself inside, and then sped off down the street.
"You okay, Nico?"
Nico Sylvestri was too lost in his own thoughts to even realize that the driver was talking to him.
Who was that bitch! And why couldn’t I stop her?
Nico had first realized that he had special abilities when, at eighteen years of age, he had gotten caught robbing a liquor store. The cop that had caught him hadn't been interested in making the arrest. He'd been looking to shake the young thief down for the money he had stolen. Nico had simply stared into the crooked cops eyes with all the intensity he could muster, and a funny thing had happened. The cop had fallen to his knees, babbling incoherently. Nico smiled at the memory.
Some time after that, a street thug had tried to jump him. Nico gave him the same look and the kid froze in his tracks, giving Nico the opportunity to pummel his attacker. Nico experimented with his "super stare" as he dubbed it, several times. Each time, depending on the individual, he would get a different reaction. Either the victim would forget what it was that they had just been doing, would freeze up, or would completely lose their mind.
He didn't know exactly how this thing worked, but he liked his "super stare". He decided to use it to his advantage. He got himself recruited into the Hawke organization, using his power to keep his record clean as he committed crime after crime for the organization. Most times he used the power to get away with whatever crime he had committed. Like with Scudder - he'd killed Scudder without using the stare. He'd needed the stare to keep the witnesses from speaking. He'd missed Fascow, but he’d gotten him in the end.
Scudder, Fascow - they were no match for him. He'd gone up against worse and survived.
But this bitch - she's different. I couldn't stop her! In fact, she stopped me! From killing that damned cop!
Nico Sylvestri was a man used to getting his way. No one had ever stopped him before. Anyone who opposed him was his enemy, and Nico had a very special way of dealing with his enemies. That woman had made herself a powerful enemy in front of the Gotham Pub tonight. In that moment, Nico made a promise to himself. He would find out just who that woman was, and when he did, he would make her pay.