Summary: This would be a scene that would have been off screen towards the end of episode 13. Amon and Robin have a bit of a chat.

Also, this was written for the weekly prompt at The Muse Bunny. Prompt: Dangerous.

Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Witch Hunter Robin, I just like borrowing the characters.

"What were you thinking?" the dark hunter slowly growled as he grabbed his young partner's arm and forced her to face him.

Robin found she had to actively suppress the shudder that coursed through her body. Between the shadows in the dark alleyway, and Amon's usual cool aloofness, he looked even more ominous than usual. His low baritone voice, thrown lower by his attempt to be quiet and the anger that trickled through his words, made the hairs on her neck stand on end.

"I was thinking about you, Amon," she stated far more calmly than she felt.

"You incinerated the man! Do you understand how dangerous that is? Do you realize that if anyone saw that you would be labeled a witch?"

The young huntress winced, knowing that her partner was right. She hadn't thought about the repercussions of her actions, only that the witch they were facing had already crushed three victims out of existence and had her partner in the air, preparing to do the same to him.

"No, but..."

"No, you didn't. You better hope that no one pries too deeply into what happened here tonight." His eyes flashed dangerously.

"Would you turn me in as a witch, Amon?" Her lip trembled slightly as she futilely tried to keep her tears at bay. She felt she heard the threat in his words and needed the reassurance that it was her imagination.

Amon merely glared at the girl before he turned sharply on his heel to walk away. He knew she was too naïve to realize the true impact of her actions. He knew she wasn't a witch – not in the way that Solomon defined them, at least. He had known that almost since he first met her, and she hadn't done anything to make him change his mind.

What his young partner didn't know was that he was walking a very, very fine line. Zaizan wanted her watched. In reality the man wanted her hunted, but he wanted the proof before he made the order. HQ was continuously questioning her progress, seemingly positive that it was only a matter of time before she lost control. Both were now questioning his own loyalty every time he reported that she hadn't changed.

The young, blond haired craft-user was completely oblivious to the game that was revolving around her, though the two of them were squarely in the middle of it. It was a dangerous game that he had voluntarily entered into on her behalf, without anyone else's knowledge. Unwittingly, she had just made it far more treacherous for them both.