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In Regards to TMWTDT Chapter 2

Just a little side-note; the whole Jesse catching Jack and Reyes in a compromising position and starting to like Jack a little more will be explained in the next chapter! Tis all part of the plot I promise :) 

Similarly with Woodley and Brown. I have a friend who is a former soldier, and he once told me about two of his friends. Every single time they were on patrol the two of them would get into friendly scuffles, their Sergeant was constantly shouting at them for it. Unfortunately those two didn't make it home so I thought it would be a nice little tribute to them both.

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The Man With The Dragon Tattoo

Chapter 2

Chapter Rating: T [Warning again for bad language]

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9321221/chapters/21467801

Exhausted and feeling as though he had been hit by a train, Jesse dragged himself through the deserted corridors of the hotel. Incredibly grateful that Morrison had by some miracle managed to book out the entire place. It meant that Reyes had been able to house the eight Blackwatch agents on the same floor. Not that he didn’t like the Overwatch agents. No. Wait. That was a lie. He hated most of those bastards. Just because the public adored them it didn’t make them any better than him. He wasn’t the only one that hated their pompous attitudes. The other Blackwatch agents held the same opinions. Well, except for Reyes, but you couldn’t really count him considering he was married to Morrison.

Finally reaching the door to his room he paused, debating if he should report to Gabriel immediately. Usually he would be expected to inform his Commander about something like this as soon as it happened. On the other hand, however, he knew Gabe and Jack were sharing a room and probably wouldn’t appreciate being woken up at 2am. And not to mention the ass-whooping he would get for not going to Gabe three hours ago. With a soft sigh, Jesse dropped his head against the door. It would be better to just get it over with. He forced himself to stand up straight, absently running a hand over the cut on his cheek. If Reyes was going to get angry there was a chance Morrison would at least be able to calm him down. Not to mention he’d rather not get screamed at in front of the other agents. Despite feeling exhausted, Jesse forced himself to make the trek up the other end of the corridor to Reyes’ room. Although, the second he was there staring at the room number, 528, all his confidence drained out of him. Maybe it would be best to just wait until the morning meeting. That was only four hours from now, wasn’t like it would make much of a difference…would it? God damn it. The boss and Morrison would be so pissed with him if he woke them up now.

Jesse growled softly and shook his head. No. He’d let the boss sleep. Maybe someone else was up. McCree forced himself to walk away from the room towards the elevator. At some point before Overwatch had arrived, one of the reception rooms on the 20th floor had been converted to a temporary Blackwatch operations room. Terminals had been set up along the walls, giving the room an earie vibe. Swiping his ID card on the temporary lock that had also been installed, god damn it must have taken a lot of persuasion to get the hotel to agree to all the changes, Jesse strolled into the room. To his surprise and relief there were three other agents in the room.

The senior agent in the room was a 6ft 4 Scotsman called Michael Kane. His physical build almost identical to Reyes’ own, despite Kane never having gone through the SEP. He stood at the back of the temporary operations room, looking between a tablet and one of the monitors. About three feet to his left stood Natham Geras, a short slender man from Athens, and one of the quickest men alive. Next to him sat the steely-eyed English agent, Johnathan Pope. He was perhaps Jesse’s favourite agent next to Reyes, the man having helped him set up numerous pranks around the base. Being the youngest and least experienced man in the room, Jesse suddenly felt no bigger than an ant. Yes, the men were decent people and wouldn’t beat him for no reason, but that didn’t mean they would give him a verbal beating. Jesse took a deep breath and walked further into the room, the door automatically shutting behind him.

“Mornin’” He said softly, not quite comfortable with the silence of the room.

Geras looked up from the terminal he was observing. “Kaliméra Jesse” He greeted “It is not like you to be up this early” Jesse shifted from one foot to another, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“Somethin’ happened earlier ‘nd I didn’t wanna wake the boss.”

“Does it have something to do with the cut on your face?” This time it was Kane who had spoken. Jesse blinked and brought a hand up to touch the cut on his face, not quite sure how Kane knew. The man hadn’t even looked up his tablet.

“Uh…yeah” By now he had the attention of all three men and was feeling even more uncomfortable.

“Sit your arse down” Kane ordered. He placed the tablet on top of one of the terminals and walked towards the other men. Jesse cleared his throat and sat down in the chair closest to him.

“Was it one of the Overwatch twats?” Pope asked propping his feet up on a spare chair. “Not like you to get into a fight McCree”

“Nah” Jesse replied “I’m more than capable of knocking them out if they touch me. Was havin’ a smoke out in the garden a few hours ago, mindin’ my own business when Hanzo fucking Shimada snuck up on me” Immediately the other three men stiffened, Pope leant forward resting his chin in his hands.

“He attacked you?”

“Sorta?” A raised eyebrow from Kane and Jesse continued “Told me he knew that we were investigatin’ them and if we get doin it he’d kill me ‘n the Commanders” When the men didn’t say anything Jesse couldn’t help himself, he started rambling. “I’m worried I fucked up, but I was so sure no one caught me doin’ anything. Hell, Reyes said it was a good clean job. Dunno how Shimada knows anythin’ but I swear on my hat I did everythin’ by the book” Geras chuckled and moved to stand beside him, placing a hand on Jesse’s shoulder.

“Irémise McCree.” Jesse blinked “I said calm down.” Jesse’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape.

“Shimada was probably playing mind games kid” Kane said though he sounded unconvinced by his own words “If Reyes thinks you did a good job, then you did. He was probably trying to unnerve you, size you up and work out if you’re a credible threat or someone who can be easily disposed of.” Ah. That raised some problems. If Shimada truly knew nothing and had been fishing for information, Jesse had just confirmed his suspicions and made the rest of the investigations incredibly difficult for Blackwatch. Retreating into his own mind Jesse questioned whether he should inform Kane of his slip up. “McCree!” The shout of his name immediately brought him back to reality. “You’re looking guilty, what did you do?” Now he felt even more pathetic than before, he couldn’t even keep a straight face for God’s sake.

“I definitely fucked up” Jesse confirmed, dropping his head into his hands with a groan. “I’ve really fucked up”

Pope raised an eyebrow and shared a brief look with Kane “What did you do Jesse?”

“When Shimada was up in my face I…” He sighed “I snapped at ‘im. Told ‘im that it ain’t right to go around killin people like they did in Hong Kong.” The blank looks they gave him convinced him to continue “Also said that I’d find anythin’ he was hidin’” The three men groaned in unison, as though they had practiced it beforehand.

“Pope go and get Reyes.” The man nodded and left the operations room. “God damn it McCree. How many times have we told you to watch what you say?!” Kane demanded, standing up and looming over him. “If the Shimada knew nothing then you just confirmed his suspicions! And if he did, you’ve just shown him you’re a fucking weak link!” Jesse had begun to sink in on himself during the Scotsman’s tirade. Kane continued to rant at him, his Glaswegian accent thickening to the point where Jesse struggled to understand some of the things being roared in his face. A jab about his mama being ashamed of him struck deep, and his eyes began to burn with tears. The abuse was nothing new. He had heard it all during his time with Deadlock, but coming from one of the men Jesse admired it stung.

“Arketá, arketá!” Geras shouted as he forced himself between Kane and McCree, one hand on the bigger man’s chest. “So far nothing has been compromised. If Shimada already knew we were investigating his family then Jesse has done nothing wrong. Silence would have confirmed his suspicions, and lies would have resulted in more investigations and possible torture.” It was rare to see Geras angry with one of their own, but the man’s voice had risen several decibels as he ranted. “There is no point shouting at McCree when the deed has been done. Nothing can be done now and we must work around it. If he is to be published it is the Commander’s decision, not ours.” Geras bristled as he continued speaking “Insulting the boy and using his mother against him is low. You should be ashamed.”

“He isn’t a boy Geras. He’s twenty-two for fuck sake”

Geras snorted “He is the youngest of all of us, and shall be a boy in my eyes until he surpasses me in height.” If he didn’t feel so utterly shitty Jesse would have chuckled. No way was he ever going to hit 6ft. His mama and pa had both been tiny as well as grandparents, Jesse came from a long line of short people. Jesse risked a glance up at Kane and relaxed ever so slightly when he saw the other man was still focused on arguing with Geras. He took the time to wipe away the tears, hoping that no one would notice them. Of course, it was that exact moment when Reyes walked in. The Blackwatch Commander stiffening as soon as he caught the distraught look on McCree’s face.

“Jefe” Jesse croaked and Reyes saw red. He’d been woken up at 2.30 in the morning, pulled away from his peaceful dreams and Jack curled up in his arms, and told he was needed in operations control. Now his mijo looked petrified and had been crying. Someone was getting punched. Hard.

“What the fuck is going on here?” He demanded. Immediately Geras and Kane went silent, standing to attention when their Commander stalked over to stand in front of them both. “Answer me!”

“I fucked up jefe” Reyes looked in Jesse’s direction. The young man had lowered his head and was fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. “I told Hanzo Shimada we were investigatin’ em.” That had not been the answer he was expecting. Reyes stared at him for a few moments.

“How and why?” Jesse shifted in his seat and repeated the story once more. When he was done, Reyes sighed and ran a hand down his face.

“Mierda” He cursed, taking a seat beside McCree. “This is an issue, yes. But it does not mean you can scream at the kid, Kane.” The man in question frowned and folded his arms over his chest. “I remember you fucking up several times when you were still new. Give him a break, not everyone can be an emotionless fuck.” Kane bristled but otherwise remained silent. “We just need to up our game. From now on only Matthews and Zhou will be doing any form of infiltrating, at least until we are certain the Shimada’s are not following our every move. In the mean time, we carry on as we’ve been doing.” Reyes turned his attention back to Jesse “And if Shimada’s taken an interest in you, the last thing we need is you vanishing for hours on end” Jesse blinked, his brain taking a few seconds to catch up on what Reyes was hinting it.

“But jefe-“Reyes raised a hand, instantly silencing Jesse.

“Don’t argue with me McCree” Reyes said, digging into his back pocket and pulling a cigarette out. “Until this calms down, if it does, I’m putting you under Morrison’s command.” He lit the cigarette with a lighter produced from another pocket. Jesse was stunned. Yeah, he’d been expecting to be pulled off a few operations, but to be put under Morrison’s command? That was a punch to the gut. “Get yourself to bed McCree” Reyes ordered taking another drag of his cigarette. “I’ll inform Morrison about the changes once he’s up.”

Jesse forced himself to his feet, snapping out a salute to Gabriel and scampered from the room. The walk back to his room was hazy, whether that was a result of his exhaustion or shock he wasn’t sure. Either way, when he finally managed to get back to his room it took a lot of effort to take his clothes off before collapsing onto his bed. He glanced at the digital clock at the side of his bed, 3.05 am. He’d be lucky to get any sleep. Jesse sighed heavily and stared up at the ceiling, running his hands over his eyes. Tomorrow was going to be awful.

--

“Guten Morgen meine Freunde!” It was far too early for Reinhardt’s boisterous voice Jesse lamented, why he had chosen to see beside the massive man was a mystery. By the time he had finally fallen asleep it had been past 4 am, which meant he’d had about 3 hours sleep at most. The lack of sleep combined with the knowledge he would no longer be working with Reyes, had Jesse feeling like he’d just been hit by a truck. No. Being hit by a truck would be preferable. He finally managed to pull his eyes away from his food and watched as Morrison and Reyes sat themselves down at the table.

“Morning Reinhardt, McCree” Morrison said, carefully setting his plate and coffee down. Beside him Reyes grunted a greeting and buried his face in his own mug of coffee. The man looked as though he’d been awake since Pope had woken him up. His exhaustion only served to make Jesse feel even worse. Not only had he disappointed the man who’d saved his life, he’d caused him to get even less sleep than he normally had. God. He really needed to stop screwing up. Jail really wasn’t an appealing idea.

“You look tired Gabriel” Reinhardt began, scooping up a forkful of scrambled eggs. “Is everything ok?” Reyes muttered something unintelligible. Whatever he said wasn’t suitable for polite company as Morrison rolled his eyes, and slapped the back of his head. Huffing Gabriel straightened up and put his half empty mug down.

“Long night” He grunted, stealing a rasher of bacon from Morrison’s plate. “The Shimada’s keep causing more problems.”

“Speaking of the Shimada’s” Oh Lord. Jesse practically curled in on himself as Morrison spoke “You’re not in trouble Jesse” Jack said softly, setting his fork down. Uncomfortable with the attention from the three veteran soldiers, Jesse forced himself to sit up straight and look Morrison in the eyes. He and Morrison had never really seen eye-to-eye. The Strike-Commander having been one of those against Jesse’s recruitment. Over the last three years however, that had changed. Mainly since Jesse accidentally walked in on some private time between his Commanders, oh how he had wished for brain bleach that day. “I hear you’re being put under my command, temporarily” He added the last word almost as an afterthought.

“Yes sir”

Jack nodded and took a quick swig of his coffee. “I can’t assign you to one of my squads, the sub-commanders don’t know how you work.” Oh great. “That being said, Reinhardt your squad are going to patrol the old factory district this morning yes?”

“Ja” Reinhardt confirmed.

“I’m assigning Jesse to your patrols for now.” Jesse paused in his eating, fork hovering a few centimetres from his mouth.

“Das ist gut” The second Reinhardt started chuckling Jesse set the fork down and braced himself. If he’d still been holding his fork the food would have gone everywhere, as seconds later Reinhardt was pulling him against his side. “Jesse is most welcome to join us!” Jesse risked looking at Reyes and wished he hadn’t. The man was smirking, which only deepened the wound. He was glad to not have Jesse under his command. And here Jesse thought he’d made Reyes proud. Obviously not. “What do you think Jesse?” Jesse snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Reinhardt.

“Huh?” Well done Jesse, that was intelligent. Reinhardt laughed and squeezed him a little tighter, not that Jesse had thought such a thing was possible.

-- He never did find out what it was Reinhardt had asked him, Jesse thought sullenly as he walked through the streets of Hanamura. Visibility was limited as a thick fog had rolled in during the first hour of their patrol. Light rain only added to the dreary and unsettling atmosphere. The sounds of Reinhardt’s loud footsteps and those of himself and the other agents echoed through the empty streets. Jesse glanced up at the rooftops, blinking multiple times when a few rain drops landed in his left eye. He pulled the edge of his hat down to protect his eyes. Movement on a roof three buildings away caught his attention. So not to bring attention to himself he slowly dropped back until he was walking beside Reinhardt.

“I have seen him” The older man rumbled softly, startling him. Jesse had to give it to Reinhardt. The man might be boisterous and large in stature, but he missed nothing.

“This normal?” Jesse asked

“Ja. They have been following us since we first arrived.” Reinhardt cleared his throat, swinging his hammer up to rest it on his right shoulder.

“Jefe and Morrison know?” A nod.

“The Strike-Commander informed me of your…altercation last night.” Reinhardt began. “Do not think of your reassignment as a punishment Jesse.” His voice was softer than Jesse had ever heard before, though that did not stop Jesse from making sure the other agents weren’t listening in on their conversation. “Having you in the public eye is important. The Shimadas cannot- Brown! Woodley!” Up ahead two of the agents had started brawling pushing one another, but it was Brown throwing the first punch that caused Reinhardt to intervene. Reinhardt cleared his throat and continued “Pardon. As I was saying, if the Shimadas are aware you were involved in Blackwatch operations, your presence on my patrols prevents them from making claims against you. You cannot be investigating them if you are seen by my side.”

Jesse was silent. What could he say to that? He’d spent the better part of the last twelve hours thinking Reyes was disappointed and ashamed of him. It made sense. It was possible that Jesse was the only agent the Shimadas knew to be involved. If it that was indeed true, then ensuring he was constantly in the public eye would limit any damage should the Shimadas make public claims against Overwatch.

He was snapped from his thoughts when one of the agents shouted. “Sir!” Followed by the sound of guns being pulled from their holsters. Jesse and Reinhardt promptly sped up, marching to the front of the patrol. It was Woodley who had shouted, his pulse rifle now aimed at three Shimada scouts who had walked out of a side street and now blocked their path. The three scouts parted and Hanzo fucking Shimada walked towards them, his younger brother (Genji was it?) by his side.

“Shimada-san” Reinhardt greeted, lowering his hammer and signalling for his men to lower their weapons. Though reluctant each man did as he bid. “I apologise. We were startled by the sudden presence of your men.” The Hanzo that stood before them now was different to the one Jesse had encountered the night before. Gone was the smirk, replaced by pure stoicism. Instead it was Genji who bore the grin.

Even knowing how foolish he was being Jesse was unable to stop himself from admiring Hanzo. He knew Hanzo was a violent man, one who would kill to gain what he wants, but there was something about him. Perhaps it was the hair, a curtain of black silk falling over his shoulders and down his back. Perhaps it was those eyes, darker and warmer than any he had ever seen before. Or perhaps it was that voice, a warm and rich baritone that pierced his heart. And those lips. When he finally came back to himself Jesse noticed Genji was sending a predatory grin in his direction. God damn. Unable to stop himself Jesse tipped his hat to the green-haired Shimada, along with a flirtatious grin. Probably not the smartest thing he had ever done in his life, but god damn if the look Hanzo sent him wasn’t worth it. Reinhardt took a partial step back, ensuring his left leg collided with Jesse, a subtle warning.

“It is of no concern” Hanzo assured him, his attention moving from Jesse back to Reinhardt. “I admit that we did not come across you by accident alone.”

“We could not pass up the opportunity to see the legendary Wilhelm Reinhardt and his armour.” Genji laughed. Oh, the look Hanzo shot his brother would certainly have killed a lesser man. “I must say, you certainly live up to the legends.” Reinhardt chuckled and bowed at the compliment.

“I thank you Shimada-san, but I sense there is something more than a simple desire to see my armour.” Hanzo turned to one of his men and held a hand out, accepting a tablet passed to him by one of his men.

“In the early hours of this morning several our scouts encountered an entourage of rogue Omnics. They had been hiding one of the derelict factories. Unfortunately, during this encounter one of our own, an Omnic named Kanato, who has served our clan for many years, turned on those he would call ‘brother’. It would appear he was no longer in control of himself.” That didn’t bode well. “My men eliminated the rogue Omnics and were able to subdue Kanato. Upon returning to our home he seemed to come back to himself. We believe this is because of the sonic EMP disruptors we have erected along the walls as security measures.” Reinhardt frowned, his hands coming to settle on his hips.

“This is most concerning” He began “I am required to report this immediately to Strike-Commander Morrison”

“I would expect nothing less” Hanzo took a step forward and offered the tablet he still held “You will find a full report on the encounter, and a recording of Kanato’s statement.” When Reinhardt made no move to accept the tablet, Jesse did so on his behalf. If the thing was rigged to blow it would be better for Jesse to lose an arm instead of Reinhardt. Jesse inhaled sharply when his fingers brushed against Hanzo’s. Immediately he retreated and moved to the side, placing a safe distance between himself and the other agents. He had never been a genius when it came to technology, but he was experienced and talented enough to know how to check for anything out of the ordinary. Coming across nothing unusual Jesse gave Reinhardt a single nod.

The German man turned back to Hanzo “Thank you. I am sure we shall meet once more.”

“Indeed. We are of course, fighting a common enemy.” Hanzo inclined his head. “Reinhardt-san”

“Shimada-san” With that the two Shimada’s left with their men, disappearing into the alley from which they had initially appeared. The moment they were gone from view Reinhardt turned to the men under his command.

“We must return at once.”

“No way that was a fucking coincidence” Woodley muttered under his breath.

“Of course not” Reinhardt replied, slapping him on the back “We are in a den of wolves, it would be most unwise to underestimate them.”

Translations:

[Apologies if anything is incorrect. I am relying on limited knowledge and the help of friends, because I sure as heck don’t trust Google Translate haha!]

Greek: Kaliméra: Good morning Irémise: Calm down Arketá: Enough

Spanish: Jefe: Boss Mijo: Son Mierda: Fuck

German: Guten morgen meine freunde: Good morning my friends Das ist gut: That is fine Gut: Good

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The Man With The Dragon Tattoo

Fifteen years ago, through the flames of a car wreck, Jesse McCree met the most beautiful man in the world. A man who would quite happily put an arrow between his eyes if he tried anything. Well, Reyes always said he had no sense of self-preservation.

Chapter One

Main Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x Jesse McCree

Rating for this Chapter: Teen [Warning for bad language]

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9321221/chapters/21123752 

Much like everything in their lives, their first meeting occurred with an explosion.

An archer on one side, leading his men into battle with solid determination. His father crouched several feet in front of him behind their vehicle, firing into the lines of Overwatch agents. Their bodyguards by his side. From his own position crouched beneath the window of the restaurant the archer was quick to grab a piece of debris and smash the window. Clearing enough glass for an arrow to pass through. Bow held tightly in one hand he knocked an arrow and stood, rapidly firing three into the bodies of Overwatch agents before several bullets found their way into the wall beside his head.

It was on the blood-soaked streets of Hong Kong that Hanzo Shimada killed his first man.

On the other side of the city a gunslinger, surrounded by those he had come to call family and fighting in the name of justice.

The screams of innocent civilians echoed throughout the streets of Victoria City as they desperately tried to escape the fighting. Morrison's voice echoing over the comms as he tried to co-ordinated both the fight and the evacuation. Jesse McCree flung himself into the fight. Deadeye downing six men before he was grabbed by the back of the neck and pulled behind cover. Gabriel Reyes said nothing but the look in his eye assured Jesse that he was going to get a lecture for putting himself in the line of fire. Unfortunately, Agent Kouthouri was not so lucky. A bullet found its way between his eyes and the man fell, dead before he hit the ground not three feet from Jesse’s feet.

That day was the first-time Jesse McCree had lost a friend and truly felt sorrow.

It was one of the black armoured vehicles belonging to the Shimada's that caused the explosion. An armour-piercing round had hit the engine and set it alight, not moments later the car went up in flames taking several men from both sides with it. Their eyes met through the flames of the burning husk. For a few brief seconds, they remained looking at one another before one of the Shimada-gumi grabbed the heir by his arm and pulled him from view. The remaining members following only a few minutes later with the Leader close on their heels.

Overwatch may have won the battle but those eyes would haunt Jesse McCree’s memory for months to come.

---

Their second meeting was far more peaceful than the first. This time in Hanamura, the home of the Shimada-gumi, three years after the fight which turned the streets of Victoria City red. Were it not for Hachira Shimada, head of the Shimada clan, reaching out to Overwatch; Jesse McCree would never find himself standing in a city run by the Yakuza. Especially not standing in the shadow of Shimada Castle. He did take comfort in the knowledge that both Morrison and Reyes looked just as unhappy about the whole thing. As did the twelve other Overwatch, and two Blackwatch agents. As they were escorted inside the grounds Jesse spotted a young man, probably only a few years younger than himself, sporting bright green hair. The man was watching them with a predatory grin, his eyes obscured by a pair of dark sunglasses.

“Pay attention cabron” Reyes grunted and hit the back of his head. Coughing Jesse turned his attention to the ground, for once in his life deciding it was best not to answer back. The castle itself did nothing to make him feel more comfortable. Especially not when he glanced up and met a pair of hauntingly familiar brown eyes. Now Jesse was certain the man he had seen all those months ago, was indeed Hanzo Shimada, heir to the Shimida-gumi.

“Welcome to Hanamura Strike-Commander Morrison, Commander Reyes” Hachira said motioning to the two zabutons in front of him. “Please, sit.” Both Morrison and Reyes glanced at one another briefly, a silent conversation between the pair before they sat with elegance most would not expect.

Dealing with the Shimada clan was not something either of the Commanders had been thrilled about, but it was a necessity. Over the past year there had been numerous rumours coming out of Hanamura and the surrounding areas in regards to the presence of a god program. Several agents, mainly Blackwatch, had been dispatched to investigate the possible existence of the program but each agent had disappeared within two weeks. After several long discussions, the men had decided it was time to personally investigate the rumours, leaving Ana to take command in their absence. Unfortunately, the need for official boots on the ground meant making a deal with the Yakuza. A deal which left a horrible taste in the mouths of all Overwatch and Blackwatch agents. Hanzo Shimada’s staring did nothing to make Jesse feel any more comfortable. The sooner he could get out of the damn castle and get to hunting down rogue Omnics the better.

“The presence of a god program is a great concern to my people.” Hachira spoke in response to something Morrison had said “But you must understand I cannot allow your people to roam around unsupervised.” Oh, that did not bode well. Hachira raised a hand on Hanzo moved to stand directly beside him. “This is my son, Hanzo. He and those under his direct command shall monitor yourselves and our agents, should it be required they will fight by your side.”

Those dark brown eyes suggested Hanzo was not surprised by his father’s words, the body language suggesting otherwise. Hanzo was both surprised and unhappy with the order. Well at least there was some common ground between them, even if the other man was the son of a Yakuza lord. The doors to the hall flew open revealing the man from outside. That predatory grin was still plastered on his face as he removed his glasses and hung them from his shirt.

“Allow me to introduce my second son, Genji. He shall escort you from the grounds Commanders” Genji stopped beside Morrison and bowed, the grin not once leaving his face. Both Morrison and Reyes stood in unison, bowing to Hachira and turning to face Genji who motioned for them to follow. Jesse spared one last glance at Hanzo before Reyes unceremoniously grabbed him by his arm and forcefully pushed him forward.

For some reason, Jesse found himself slightly upset by their departure. He would have liked to have the chance to speak with Hanzo. The man’s eyes were goddamn beautiful.

---

It was the third time they saw one another that Jesse McCree finally got the chance to speak with Hanzo Shimada.

Unable to sleep Jesse had wandered outside to have a smoke, having stolen the cigar from Reyes a few hours earlier (The man wouldn't miss just one). He had spent a good forty minutes searching for a quiet and isolated place, eventually deciding on standing beneath a Cherry Blossom in the hotel's garden. Leaning against the tree Jesse exhaled a smoke ring, smirking to himself when the ring appeared to encircle the moon. If they weren't here investigating the Shimadas and possible God program, Jesse would have enjoyed himself and the peace Hanamura had to offer. So lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Hanzo Shimada coming to stand beside him, until the man cleared his throat.

“Jesus fuck-!” Jesse cursed jumping away from the man “Give a man some warning next time please.” A slight curve of Hanzo’s lips was the only response he gained. The Japanese man folded his arms over his chest and looked up at the tree they stood beneath. Jesse followed his gaze and had to admit it looked rather beautiful, the blossoms bathed in the warm glow of the oil lamps. Suddenly uncomfortable Jesse lifted his boot and put the cigar out on the bottom before tucking the remainder in his belt, the last thing he wanted to do was upset a man who could certainly kill him in seconds.

“Do you know why we cherish cherry blossoms?” Hanzo asked softly. Now that was a beautiful voice. Unable to find his voice Jesse simply shook his head. “The blossom represents the fragility and beauty of life. It is a reminder that life is beautiful but tragically short. Life is most precious Agent McCree” He reached up and plucked a single blossom from the branch “I do not enjoy killing, but I shall do my duty to my family and my clan as the heir.” The blossom which he had been gently stroking was suddenly crushed as Hanzo closed his fist, violently turning to glare at him. “I am aware of your private investigations into my family. I would urge you to cease them immediately." He stepped closer until they were chest to chest "Should you continue, I will slit your throat as well as those of your two Commanders."

Frowning Jesse took a deep breath and returned Hanzo’s glare “I ain’t afraid of you Shimada.” He growled “If you’re hiding something I will find it. And if you are, you best start praying to whatever god you worship.” Hanzo remained silent, eyes narrowed as though he was searching for something on Jesse’s face. After a significant amount of time Hanzo finally backed down. Opening his fist and allowing the crushed blossom to float to the ground. Jesse couldn’t stand the silence any longer. “Look” He began “Your clan killed a lot of people back in Hong Kong, ain’t nothing right about that. The Japanese government ain’t always gonna be able to protect ya’ll.”

Hanzo chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “You care for your own, I can respect that.” His voice held a tone that made Jesse uncomfortable, he sounded entirely too happy for a man who’d just been threatened. “Should you continue with your investigations I will step in, and I shall deal with you accordingly.” As he was speaking Hanzo drew a small blade from his sleeve, and placed it against Jesse’s left cheek. “You are not the only man capable of killing another” The blade was slowly drawn down, breaking the skin and leaving a small trail of blood. Jesse grimaced but made no attempt to move, knowing if he did so the fight could quickly become bloody. “Do consider your options Agent McCree. I would hate to start an international incident.”

Jesse clenched his jaw and fists as Hanzo turned on his heel and began walking away. “And Hong Kong wasn’t?!” He demanded. Hanzo faltered briefly but carried on walking. “You ain’t fooling no one Shimada!” The man was already out of sight by this time. Breathing heavily Jesse brought a hand up and touched the cut on his cheek, frowning at the blood on his fingers. It wasn’t exactly surprising that Shimada knew his name. He would be a piss-poor Yakuza if he didn’t know the names of the law enforcement agents in his territory. However, that didn’t do anything to soothe Jesse’s frayed nerves. The bastard knew what they were up to and would almost certainly tell his father, this could cause some major problems. One, how the hell had they been caught? Blackwatch always covered their tracks and had a perfect track record, which meant either they had underestimated the Shimadas or they had a mole. Two, they couldn’t not investigate the Shimadas. The rumours suggested they were involved in people smuggling and selling young men and women to be sex-slaves, something neither Overwatch nor Blackwatch could allow. Jesse growled and ran a hand through his hair.

Well, fuck. Reyes was going to be so pissed.

Translation:

Cabron: Dumbass