FILL: Numb3rs, David/Colby (1/3)rillaliciousJuly 2 2011, 20:45:28 UTC
Colby's head thunks against the window again, and he straightens up with a yawn, rolling back his shoulders, and stretching his legs as far as he can in front of him. There are roughly 225 miles separating D.C. and New York, though Colby's not sure of the exact number of miles between David's front door and Central Park. Anyway, it's a long damn time to spend with his knees crammed just a little too close to the glove compartment.
"Should've taken the train," he says. "More room on a train."
David snorts, one hand on the wheel, and glances over. "Maybe you should've gone to bed at a decent hour."
Colby rests against the headrest, closing his eyes. "S'not my fault all the good movies start after midnight."
"It was Snakes on a Plane, Colby. I think we need to redefine your standards when it comes to 'good movies'."
"Hey, I've got standards. I also like to be entertained every once in a while." Colby opens one eye to look over at David. "Besides, unlike you anti-corruption folks, I still have to deal with terrorist threats for the FBI. Maybe I just want to be prepared. You know, in case the terrorists decide to go with a snake attack." His lips twitch. "On a plane."
David snickers and shakes his head. "Just get your beauty rest, all right?"
"Can't now. My taste in movies has been called into question. I feel like I have to defend myself."
"Think of it this way, your low movie standards balance out your ridiculously high dating standards."
"They're not ridiculously high. Just... particular."
"Uh huh," says David. "So particular that you haven't had a girlfriend in all the time I've known you?"
Colby closes his eye, folds his arms over his chest and shifts so that his shoulder is angled away. "Maybe I didn't want a girlfriend," he says, and he mumbles it, but he knows David hears.
For the next twenty minutes, the car is silent, and Colby can feel David's gaze shifting over to him periodically.
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Halfway there and Colby knows he shouldn't be so fidgety. There's something about going on a road trip. With David. For the first time since David left L.A. It's like he's anticipating something, but doesn't know what.
"You want to drive?" said David.
"I thought you said you don't trust anyone with the keys."
"That was an exaggeration. I trust you."
"Really? Sure, I'll drive."
"I'll give you some time to think it over."
"No, seriously, man, I'll drive."
David smirks, glances sideways at him, then pulls off the highway the next chance they get. When he drops the keys in Colby's palm, they touch, just for a split second, and Colby's urge to grab David's hand, and hang onto him, leaves him standing there stone still, until David gives his shoulder a little shove and pulls away.
"You driving or not?" says David.
"Oh, I'm driving. Let me show you how a car like this is supposed to ride."
Re: FILL: Numb3rs, David/Colby (2/3)rillaliciousJuly 2 2011, 20:45:45 UTC
"I'm not whining, but we just stopped to switch drivers," Colby says, raising his eyebrows a little in annoyance as they pull off the road again.
"You'll still get to drive. I just want to stop and get something to drink."
It only takes five minutes and they're back on the road again, Colby still behind the wheel. David sips his Coke, sets it in the cupholder.
"What did you mean by that, earlier?" he says, and Colby knows exactly what he's referencing, but plays dumb anyway.
"By what?"
"That you didn't want a girlfriend. Weren't you always bitching that the spy thing kept you out of the dating pool?"
Colby sighs, shakes his head. If they're going to have this conversation, he'd rather have it on the way home. That way, when it all goes to hell, he can just jump on a plane back to L.A.
"Honestly, David, out of everyone at the Bureau, you were always the worst at spotting bullshit."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't think I could've made it any more obvious," says Colby, and he's an idiot, because he should just stop talking now before he has to explain it.
David thinks on this for a moment; Colby still knows him well enough to pinpoint the exact moment he puts it all together.
"So you're telling me," he says, slowly,
"You remember that stake-out?" Colby says. "When you came out to me as bi, just before the whole triple agent thing went down?"
"Uh, yeah. You don't forget something like that," David says. Colby knows it's a good part of the reason David had so much trouble getting over it when he found out Colby was a spy.
"Well... um... shots were fired, right after you told me. We never finished the conversation, and it was probably a good thing because I wanted to say... Shit." Colby pounds the heel of his hand on the steering wheel. "There's a reason I've been single since I started at the FBI, David."
"Hold up. You were... waiting for me?"
Colby rolls his eyes. All the cards are already on the table, right? He might as well go for broke."Christ. Do you think I've ever actually wanted to marry anybody else?"
The silence doesn't last longer than thirty seconds, but Colby thinks it's got to be the longest thirty seconds since he was on the freighter with Lancer.
"Colby, did you just propose?"
"I, uh..." He doesn't notice the speedometer drop, but cars go whipping by outside the windows. Shit. "There's no way to cover for that, is there?"
David laughs, then he throws his head back and laughs louder. "You're an idiot, do you know that?"
Colby can't help smiling just a little bit too, even though he doesn't know why. "What? What's so funny about that?"
Re: FILL: Numb3rs, David/Colby (3/3)rillaliciousJuly 2 2011, 20:46:14 UTC
They get married in Central Park, and Colby's pretty sure that's going to become cliche very quickly, but right now it's new and it feels stupidly good to be here. He's called in a few favors, put in for a transfer to D.C. It's been a few years since he was offered the D.C. job, but being a 'hero' (even if he can't envision the term without air quotes when applying it to himself) really isn't something that goes away.
"Nikki's gonna kick my ass," Colby says. And she will, but he's kind of looking forward to telling her anyway.
"We could've done this in D.C.," says David.
"Yeah," says Colby. "I know. But I didn't propose in D.C."
"You didn't propose in L.A. either, and you had 5 years to do it there."
Colby snorts. "I thought we've been through this already."
"Yeah," David says. "We have. But now I've got the rest of your life to give you hell about it."
"Great." But Colby grins. "So this is what it's like," he says, sliding his arms around David's waist, "when you start off as an old married couple already?"
"I guess it is," says David. "So, uh, ready to head back to the hotel and make this thing official?"
Colby's already dragging him off. "Hell, yes. Then we can see the rest of New York."
Really, this has already been the best road trip ever.
Re: FILL: Numb3rs, David/Colby (3/3)taylor_serenilJuly 29 2011, 01:31:56 UTC
David and Colby getting married is pretty damn awesome.
I still love the fact that canon actually had them on a date together, even if it was supposedly to win a bet. Is David actually canon bi? Because that would also be pretty damn awesome.
"Should've taken the train," he says. "More room on a train."
David snorts, one hand on the wheel, and glances over. "Maybe you should've gone to bed at a decent hour."
Colby rests against the headrest, closing his eyes. "S'not my fault all the good movies start after midnight."
"It was Snakes on a Plane, Colby. I think we need to redefine your standards when it comes to 'good movies'."
"Hey, I've got standards. I also like to be entertained every once in a while." Colby opens one eye to look over at David. "Besides, unlike you anti-corruption folks, I still have to deal with terrorist threats for the FBI. Maybe I just want to be prepared. You know, in case the terrorists decide to go with a snake attack." His lips twitch. "On a plane."
David snickers and shakes his head. "Just get your beauty rest, all right?"
"Can't now. My taste in movies has been called into question. I feel like I have to defend myself."
"Think of it this way, your low movie standards balance out your ridiculously high dating standards."
"They're not ridiculously high. Just... particular."
"Uh huh," says David. "So particular that you haven't had a girlfriend in all the time I've known you?"
Colby closes his eye, folds his arms over his chest and shifts so that his shoulder is angled away. "Maybe I didn't want a girlfriend," he says, and he mumbles it, but he knows David hears.
For the next twenty minutes, the car is silent, and Colby can feel David's gaze shifting over to him periodically.
~~~
Halfway there and Colby knows he shouldn't be so fidgety. There's something about going on a road trip. With David. For the first time since David left L.A. It's like he's anticipating something, but doesn't know what.
"You want to drive?" said David.
"I thought you said you don't trust anyone with the keys."
"That was an exaggeration. I trust you."
"Really? Sure, I'll drive."
"I'll give you some time to think it over."
"No, seriously, man, I'll drive."
David smirks, glances sideways at him, then pulls off the highway the next chance they get. When he drops the keys in Colby's palm, they touch, just for a split second, and Colby's urge to grab David's hand, and hang onto him, leaves him standing there stone still, until David gives his shoulder a little shove and pulls away.
"You driving or not?" says David.
"Oh, I'm driving. Let me show you how a car like this is supposed to ride."
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"You'll still get to drive. I just want to stop and get something to drink."
It only takes five minutes and they're back on the road again, Colby still behind the wheel. David sips his Coke, sets it in the cupholder.
"What did you mean by that, earlier?" he says, and Colby knows exactly what he's referencing, but plays dumb anyway.
"By what?"
"That you didn't want a girlfriend. Weren't you always bitching that the spy thing kept you out of the dating pool?"
Colby sighs, shakes his head. If they're going to have this conversation, he'd rather have it on the way home. That way, when it all goes to hell, he can just jump on a plane back to L.A.
"Honestly, David, out of everyone at the Bureau, you were always the worst at spotting bullshit."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't think I could've made it any more obvious," says Colby, and he's an idiot, because he should just stop talking now before he has to explain it.
David thinks on this for a moment; Colby still knows him well enough to pinpoint the exact moment he puts it all together.
"So you're telling me," he says, slowly,
"You remember that stake-out?" Colby says. "When you came out to me as bi, just before the whole triple agent thing went down?"
"Uh, yeah. You don't forget something like that," David says. Colby knows it's a good part of the reason David had so much trouble getting over it when he found out Colby was a spy.
"Well... um... shots were fired, right after you told me. We never finished the conversation, and it was probably a good thing because I wanted to say... Shit." Colby pounds the heel of his hand on the steering wheel. "There's a reason I've been single since I started at the FBI, David."
"Hold up. You were... waiting for me?"
Colby rolls his eyes. All the cards are already on the table, right? He might as well go for broke."Christ. Do you think I've ever actually wanted to marry anybody else?"
The silence doesn't last longer than thirty seconds, but Colby thinks it's got to be the longest thirty seconds since he was on the freighter with Lancer.
"Colby, did you just propose?"
"I, uh..." He doesn't notice the speedometer drop, but cars go whipping by outside the windows. Shit. "There's no way to cover for that, is there?"
David laughs, then he throws his head back and laughs louder. "You're an idiot, do you know that?"
Colby can't help smiling just a little bit too, even though he doesn't know why. "What? What's so funny about that?"
"Just pull the damn car over, Colby."
Colby does. And David kisses him.
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"Nikki's gonna kick my ass," Colby says. And she will, but he's kind of looking forward to telling her anyway.
"We could've done this in D.C.," says David.
"Yeah," says Colby. "I know. But I didn't propose in D.C."
"You didn't propose in L.A. either, and you had 5 years to do it there."
Colby snorts. "I thought we've been through this already."
"Yeah," David says. "We have. But now I've got the rest of your life to give you hell about it."
"Great." But Colby grins. "So this is what it's like," he says, sliding his arms around David's waist, "when you start off as an old married couple already?"
"I guess it is," says David. "So, uh, ready to head back to the hotel and make this thing official?"
Colby's already dragging him off. "Hell, yes. Then we can see the rest of New York."
Really, this has already been the best road trip ever.
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I still love the fact that canon actually had them on a date together, even if it was supposedly to win a bet. Is David actually canon bi? Because that would also be pretty damn awesome.
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