Numb3rs drabble series: Shallow
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Titles: 1)Conversation, 2)Challenge, 3)Interlude
Fandom: Numb3rs
Series: Shallow
Pairing/Characters: Megan, Colby, David, Don/Liz
Rating: R
Word Count: 100 per drabble
Summary: It started off as a competition. It ended up as something else.
Shallow:
Conversation
“No, but seriously, man. She was hot. I mean…”
Megan rolled her eyes.
“What?” Colby demanded.
“Don’t you think it’s just a little bit shallow to be judging women by their cup size?” Megan said pointedly.
“Oh, come on, Megan.” David was grinning. “Are you telling me you’ve never looked at a guy and said, ‘Whoa, no way am I dating that one?’”
Megan held up her hands. “Okay, okay. Point taken. But you know, girls look at other things when they check out guys, too.”
Colby folded his arms, looking dubious.
David snorted. “I got news for you, Reeves. Women can be every bit as shallow as men.”
Challenge
“A challenge?” Megan raised her eyebrows above her shell-framed glasses skeptically, and pushed her chair back from her desk. “Exactly what kind of challenge are we talking about?”
Colby perched himself on the edge of her desk, pulling a ten out of his wallet. “Ten bucks. I bet you ten bucks that I can prove women are just as shallow as men.”
“Ooh.” Liz, passing by the desk, overheard and grinned. “Challenging the profiler to a contest of shallowness. I like it.”
“You want in?” David offered, leaning on the partition between the desks.
Liz’s eyebrows shot up impishly. “Sure.”
Interlude
“A challenge, huh?” Don leaned back in his chair comfortably, lacing his hands behind his head.
“Megan told Sinclair and Granger they were shallow.” Amusement glimmered on Liz’s face. “They think they can prove women are just as bad.” Sliding out of her seat, she straddled Don’s legs playfully, the black lace of her bra tantalizingly close to his face.
“Aw, man, I don’t know about that,” Don said lazily, unlacing his fingers from behind his head. His hands slid around the caramel skin of her waist, drawing her in closer. “I mean, I’m feelin’ pretty shallow right about now.”
Friday Evening
Friday Night
Saturday Morning
Pancakes
Monday Morning
Secret Admirer
Titles: 1)Conversation, 2)Challenge, 3)Interlude
Fandom: Numb3rs
Series: Shallow
Pairing/Characters: Megan, Colby, David, Don/Liz
Rating: R
Word Count: 100 per drabble
Summary: It started off as a competition. It ended up as something else.
Shallow:
Conversation
“No, but seriously, man. She was hot. I mean…”
Megan rolled her eyes.
“What?” Colby demanded.
“Don’t you think it’s just a little bit shallow to be judging women by their cup size?” Megan said pointedly.
“Oh, come on, Megan.” David was grinning. “Are you telling me you’ve never looked at a guy and said, ‘Whoa, no way am I dating that one?’”
Megan held up her hands. “Okay, okay. Point taken. But you know, girls look at other things when they check out guys, too.”
Colby folded his arms, looking dubious.
David snorted. “I got news for you, Reeves. Women can be every bit as shallow as men.”
Challenge
“A challenge?” Megan raised her eyebrows above her shell-framed glasses skeptically, and pushed her chair back from her desk. “Exactly what kind of challenge are we talking about?”
Colby perched himself on the edge of her desk, pulling a ten out of his wallet. “Ten bucks. I bet you ten bucks that I can prove women are just as shallow as men.”
“Ooh.” Liz, passing by the desk, overheard and grinned. “Challenging the profiler to a contest of shallowness. I like it.”
“You want in?” David offered, leaning on the partition between the desks.
Liz’s eyebrows shot up impishly. “Sure.”
Interlude
“A challenge, huh?” Don leaned back in his chair comfortably, lacing his hands behind his head.
“Megan told Sinclair and Granger they were shallow.” Amusement glimmered on Liz’s face. “They think they can prove women are just as bad.” Sliding out of her seat, she straddled Don’s legs playfully, the black lace of her bra tantalizingly close to his face.
“Aw, man, I don’t know about that,” Don said lazily, unlacing his fingers from behind his head. His hands slid around the caramel skin of her waist, drawing her in closer. “I mean, I’m feelin’ pretty shallow right about now.”
Friday Evening
Friday Night
Saturday Morning
Pancakes
Monday Morning
Secret Admirer