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cmk418Fandom:The Departed
Character/Pairing:Dignam/Costigan
Prompt: catharsis
A/N: I think I'm going to have to revisit this prompt again because the results I got seemed a bit off the mark. Hope you'll like it.
This time it was different. This time Billy Costigan witnessed the whole thing from beginning to end, watched the body leave the edge of the building, fall past windows, arms splayed, what could pass for screams lost in the wind and traffic sounds of the city. The end of the flight was the same – the corpse hitting the pavement with a thud, blood spurting from the places of impact.
Billy wiped some of the splatter from his face as he moved to the car. Dignam scrambled down the fire escape moments later, kicking Sullivan’s body as he passed. Dignam got into the passenger seat and Costigan started the car. They drove in silence for a few blocks.
“You okay?” asked Billy.
“I thought I’d feel better. Didn’t change anything. Queenan’s still...” The words faded under his breath.
“You could have arrested him.”
“No.” There was a pause as Dignam’s mind seized on something that anyone, other than the two of them, would have seen as unimportant. “Costigan? Where Sullivan landed... it wasn’t...”
“About a thirty foot difference.”
Dignam let out a ragged breath of relief. “Good.” There was another pause, one that had Costigan casting a concerned glance in his direction. A half-smile touched Dignam's lips as he directed, "Let's go to work."
Character/Pairing:Dignam/Costigan
Prompt: catharsis
A/N: I think I'm going to have to revisit this prompt again because the results I got seemed a bit off the mark. Hope you'll like it.
This time it was different. This time Billy Costigan witnessed the whole thing from beginning to end, watched the body leave the edge of the building, fall past windows, arms splayed, what could pass for screams lost in the wind and traffic sounds of the city. The end of the flight was the same – the corpse hitting the pavement with a thud, blood spurting from the places of impact.
Billy wiped some of the splatter from his face as he moved to the car. Dignam scrambled down the fire escape moments later, kicking Sullivan’s body as he passed. Dignam got into the passenger seat and Costigan started the car. They drove in silence for a few blocks.
“You okay?” asked Billy.
“I thought I’d feel better. Didn’t change anything. Queenan’s still...” The words faded under his breath.
“You could have arrested him.”
“No.” There was a pause as Dignam’s mind seized on something that anyone, other than the two of them, would have seen as unimportant. “Costigan? Where Sullivan landed... it wasn’t...”
“About a thirty foot difference.”
Dignam let out a ragged breath of relief. “Good.” There was another pause, one that had Costigan casting a concerned glance in his direction. A half-smile touched Dignam's lips as he directed, "Let's go to work."
