The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Zayns POV
"Zayn!" Harry shouts angrily from the living room. Fuck. I jog out of the garage, sending one last look at Daniel before Liam hits him.
"How the fuck did she end up in the garage?" Harry says as I walk into the living room. To my surprise he doesn't sound angry anymore, just defeated.
"She woke up and went to get a glass of water..." I trail off. Where is she now?
"Well now she's decided she warns nothing to do with me and is walking home," Harry says and rubs his eyes. "Take your car and give her a ride, I don't care if you have to tie her down to do it. She's injured and high and it's not safe, especially when she's dressed like that."
I simply nod and Harry walks back to the garage, I saunter out of the house and down the driveway to my dark blue range rover. I start the car, blasting the air conditioning. I peel out of the driveway, my tires squealing against the black pavement.
I slowly drive down the road and it takes about thirty seconds for me to spot Sage. She's walking away from me, her arms wrapped around herself, her head down. There's blood smeared on her leg and I can see it dripping out of her arm as she walks. Harry's fault. I can't believe he didn't even stop when she started crying. Actually I can believe it. But I never thought I would see Sage cry. It must be the pills or something. Or the fact that Harry is going to kill her ex fiancé. I slow the car down and roll down the passenger side window to talk to her.
"Sage," I say. She keeps her eyes forward as she responds.
"They're going to kill him, aren't they?" She says, her voice steady.
"Please get in the car Sage," I plead with her. She nods her head and climbs in the passenger seat. I park the car and reach over to gently grab her arm.
"You need to call the police department and have any pictures of you erased from the internet. As soon as I found Daniel I found you. Your engagement photos specifically. And that easily led me to your work on the force," I mutter as I examine the wound. Fuck, I'm going to have to completely redo these stitches.
Sage looks out window, tears in her eyes.
"It fucking sucks so much," she says. Despite the tears the fall out of her eyes her voice is strong. "Danny is the only person who knows me, the me from before I changed my name and everything. He was family. And now there's nothing I can do to help him."
"Well..." I say and start the car, I begin the drive through the woods to the city. "I may have an idea that could help him, but you're going to be the main suspect when he's rescued."
"I'll do anything," she says, her voice wavering.
"Alright, here's the plan," I begin...

Sages POV
As soon as I get up to my apartment I lock and chain the door. I pull out my phone and send Harry a quick text.
Me: my place at 7.
Zayn forces me to sit on the couch and pulls out a first aid kit. He quickly stitches up my arm and wraps it once more. I don't know if it's the emotional stress of my day or something but the blood doesn't really bother me as much this time.
"Thank you Zayn," I say as I usher him out of the door. I take a quick shower and wash the blood off my body.
When I get out I quickly curl my hair in loose waves that fall down my back and keep my makeup simple. I get dressed and go to my laptop to do a bit of research.
Violet Marks
Sure enough dozens of articles pop up. I skim the titles.
Drug Bust Successful Due to the Efforts of Crime Fighting Duo Daniel Evanston and Violet Marks
A Match Made in Heaven: Daniel Evanston and Violet Marks
I click on images and dozens of photos pop up. Me during an interview, my police ID badge, Daniel and I walking out of a huge bust, me testifying on the stand. I suppose Danny and I are somewhat of celebrities among the police community. As I'm clicking through the pictures a few catch my eye, photos I've never seen before. There's a candid picture of me that must have been taken at the police banquet because that's the only time I've ever worn that dress.

A random close up while I must have been on the job.

And lastly, a picture taken only three months before I quit the force. It must have been taken by someone who wanted to see my engagement ring.

The rings glare up at me. First the promise ring that Daniel gave me a year after we started dating, and second the engagement ring.
I quickly close the tabs and call the captain.
"You need to have all filed under my old name erased, it's too easy to find them," I say before he can even mutter a hello.
"Consider it done," he says and I end the call, leaning back in my desk chair as I do so.
Before I even know what I'm doing my fingers are flying over the keyboard.
Harry Styles-One Direction
I wait impatiently as the search loads. To my shock, nothing of relevance pops up. No news articles, no photos, nothing.
What the fuck?
I glance at the clock, I've got a few hours before Harry comes over. I grab my purse off the kitchen counter before heading out.
~
"I just can't look at him, knowing that he's capable of hurting innocent people," I say to Michael across the table. He dips one of his French fries in a pile of ketchup.
"I get it, but you have to remember that in his eyes, Daniel isn't innocent," Michael says as he chews. Gross.
Sipping my pop I glance around the little diner we took up residence at. A few elderly ladies sit around, eating a late lunch. A teenage couple seems to be on their first date, and a mom and her daughter drink their milkshakes. No one who would even care that I'm out with Michael. But for some reason, I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched.
"It's just difficult considering I can't even say that I know Danny or my cover would be blown," I say and take a fry off Michaels plate.
"Or would it," he says conspiratorially.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, intrigued. If there was some way I could say that I know Danny, Harry might not hurt him. This could make a great plan B if Zayns plan doesn't work out.
"You're a fighter Sage. If you explained to Harry that sometime in the past Daniel helped you out or kept you out of jail, Harry might have a bit of sympathy," Michael says lowly.
"I don't think he's capable of sympathy," I mutter to myself and finish off my pop.
"Regardless, it's worth a shot," Michael says and leans back in his seat.
My phone buzzes and I glance down to see a new text from Harry.
Harry: glad to see that you got home okay. What makes you think I'm going to listen to your orders?
He's glad to see that I got home? Fucker.
Me: thanks for your concern Harold. And you're going to listen to me because if I remember correctly, you wanted me at your "meeting" earlier to talk to me, which you never did.
I send the text and set my phone down.
"Be careful with this whole thing Vi," Michael whisper, leaning across the small table. He uses one of my old nicknames.
"It's not me you should be worried about mike," I say and pat his hand. "God knows I'm not worried about myself."
"That's why I am," he mutters.
I kiss his cheek and stand, grabbing my purse. "Thanks for the talk," I call over my shoulder as I sashay out of the retro diner.
"Anytime," he says.
I blow him a kiss and he winks at me jokingly.

Harry's POV
Sage: thanks for your concern Harold. And you're going to listen to me because if I remember correctly, you wanted me at your "meeting" earlier to talk to me, which you never did.
Fuck she's got me. Plus I really do want to see her. I feel like a dick for carrying her out of the garage like that and yelling at her. But she was being a little bitch and I didn't know what else to do. I may have overreacted.
Me: I guess I'll see you soon then.
I put my phone in my pocket and turn back to Zayn.
"Harry seriously, it's an insanely bad idea to keep him here," Zayn reasons with me.
"I have to agree with Zayn on this one," Louis says and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall.
"Well jake has proved his incompetence," I say, trying to play the devils advocate.
"True, but you didn't want to be involved with this in the first place," Liam says. "If you make jake take him to wherever, I'm willing to bet that Danny boy won't remember your location and he doesn't know our full names. Add the fact that he's been unconscious over half the time..."
"JAKE GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE!" I shout. I hear the shuffling of feet and jake walks into the living room with a slight limp.
"Yes Harry?" He asks meekly.
"I want the cop out of here within the next half hour, blindfolded. Do you understand me?" I say sternly. Jake nods and shuffles back to the garage to have his goonies get Daniel out of here.
"Crisis averted," Louis says and his shoulders relax.
"Zayn, help Liam with his hands," I mutter as I glance at Liam's bloody fists. He really whacked that cop hard. Zayn leads Liam into the bathroom and I hear the water running. I head upstairs for some peace and quiet.
I pull out my phone and see a text from Sage.
Sage: I look forward to it.
I can practically hear the sarcasm in her tone. I roll my eyes and lock myself in my office.

Notes

YAY YAY YAY THEY HAVE A PLAN. But why is Sage so hot I mean seriously.
Anyways questions:
what do you think will happen when Sage and Harry meet up later?
Does Sage still have feelings for Daniel?
What is Liam's purpose in the gang?