His Assassin •Barry Berkman•

Chapter 5

"He wants to do the hit with you?" I asked arms crossed.

"Yeah, but Chris says he's a good dude."

"Barry!" I groaned at him.

"You are not seriously not thinking about this are you?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I mean maybe." He said.

"How much did you drink last night?" I asked him.

"I don't know, maybe 6 beers." I chuckled.

"Oh, my. Shh! The list is up." Sasha gasped as the two started running to the front.

"The what?" Barry called after them.

"Casting assignments for the annual Shakespeare showcase, Barry!" I laughed.

"I'm so happy I'm not an actor." I shook my head as Sally walked by.

"Oh, hey, the list is up for the Shakespeare carnival!" Barry said.

"Yeah-huh." She replied.

"Has she been talking to you?" I asked.

"Nope, why she isn't talking to you." I shook my head.

"Nope, probably mad because of your friends hurting Zach Burrows, and thinks I was with it." I said.

"Hey, are you okay?" Barry stepped in front of me holding my hands.

"Yeah, it's just she always texts me at night and in the morning but she didn't." I shook my head.

"I have a meeting. I'll see you later yeah?"

"Yeah." Barry gave me a small smile as we went our different ways.

"Wait!" Barry yelled as I turned.

"Yeah?"

"Do you maybe wanna go get dinner this weekend?" I smiled nodding.

"I would love too." I said.

"Cool, great." He turned around pumping his fist in the air.

I giggled heading towards my car.

Later that night I sat in my living room watching Forensic Files when a knock startled me.

The clock on the wall displayed 10:30pm, so I grabbed my hand gun going to the door.

I opened the door ready to shoot but Barry stood there causing me to sigh in relief.

"I thought you were a... what's wrong?" I asked after seeing the look on his face.

"Can I come in?" He choked out as I nodded stepping to the side.

He came in sitting down on the couch as I shut the door.

I sat down beside him shutting off the tv.

"Talk to me Barry." I grabbed his hands.

"A-am I a bad guy?" He asked as I opened my mouth in shock.

"Of course not, why would you say that?" I asked.

"Today in class, we were running lines for Macbeth and it was about the guilt she was feeling about killing people and how after you kill someone you can't go back to not killing. Then everything went down hill." He looked down.

I sighed putting a finger underneath his chin, to make him look up.

"You are not a bad guy, Barry Berkman. If you were than so am I. We've killed people Barry. But it was our jobs to do so." I told him.

"Don't let those stupid wannabe actors say get into your head, okay?" He nodded.

"Sorry to barge in on you." He grabbed my hand.

"It's alright, i was just watching Forensic Files." I played with his fingers.

"I love that show."

"Wanna stay over and watch it?" I bit my lips.

"Sure." I leaned over and grabbed the remote to turn on the tv.

"Want popcorn? Or gummy bears?: i asked.

"You have gummy bears?" I nodded slyly.

"I-I have an addiction." I got up going to grab them.

I have an addiction? Seriously Hannah? I mentally slapped myself.

I made my way back into the living room to see Barry comfortably sitting there.

I chuckled sitting down grabbing the blanket to put it on us.

"Hannah?" Barry asked as I looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for staying by my side, and for helping me out." I smile shyly.

"You would do the same for me." He nodded as my eyes went to the screen.

As the camera zoomed to the crime scene, I looked at the clock.

It was now 12:30am as I let out a yawn as Barry chuckled.

"You tired?" I nodded.

"I'm going to head to bed, through the door there is the second bedroom, you have a bathroom in there. And anything in the fridge or cabinets is yours." I said.

"Okay, goodnight Hannah." I turned to him.

"Goodnight Barry." I smiled softly before heading into my room.