Ten Days - Part Seven
Title: Ten Days
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Colby, David, Don, Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to and including When Worlds Collide
Summary:After ten days he began to doubt that they would ever find him.
Spoilers: Up to and including When Worlds Collide
Thanks to my beta,
pruehall . In other news, I have yet to secure my ownership of the television series NUMB3RS and the characters portrayed therein. And I'm really sorry that I didn't have this up yesterday, but real life got in the way again. Damn reality. Also, reviews are love.
Parts One-Six
Ten Days: Part Seven
Colby had been missing four days, and still they were no closer to finding him then they had been the day he vanished. In fact, they were probably even further now than they had been then.
The entire team, here carrying the meaning of himself and David, were on edge. Their tempers had been stretched almost to the breaking points. Half the agents from LA were looking for Colby and yet they had nothing. Other cases were being put on the backburner, agents were being pulled from other departments, some cases that would normally be worked by a minimum of half a dozen people were being manned by one or two agents. They were stretched absolutely as thin as they could go in most departments without actually closing down those departments.
Yet for all the resources and manpower being put into the search they were still going nowhere fast. Hell, they weren’t going anywhere at any speed.
David was practically biting people’s heads off for the sheer act of venturing within 10 feet of him. And should anyone dare speak to him about anything other than a way to find his missing partner… well, that was a mistake that a person made only once. There had yet to be a repeat offender who hadn’t been explicitly ordered to do so by a superior. People were drawing straws to decide who the unfortunate soul who had to deliver had new to David would be. Most times they would just send an email or leave a note whenever possible. They went to Don, who they considered less dangerous, though not by much.
Don finally broke down and went to the assistant director, practically begging him to temporarily reinstate Charlie’s clearance so that he could at least try to help them find Colby. He figured that, perhaps, it was the sheer desperation in his eyes and his voice that caused the AD to give in. Or maybe he just wanted to get Colby back almost as Don and David did. Apparently Colby had acquired friends in high places. Not exactly surprising, all things considered, but a relief all the same. Either way he had pled their case to those above him and they had secured the temporary and limited reinstatement of Charlie’s clearance. It didn’t matter to Don why the AD had helped them just as long as it helped them get Colby back in one piece.
He was still refusing to entertain the possibility that it was already too late to truly save Colby. He wasn’t giving up on him until he saw a body, which he hoped that he never did. He wanted his agent back, alive and in working order. He ignored the facts in front of him, ignored what his training told him.
There had been no contact yet; it had been four days, no demands, no ransom, no proof of life, no taunting massages. Nothing. Never a good sign.
But there also was no body. Always a good sign.
He chose to ignore the bad signs. He knew, logically, that if- when. When they found him. Not if. When.- they found him he wouldn’t be in very good shape. At best they were simply holding him and feeding him very little, if at all. At worst they were trying to get information out of him. Well, that wasn’t really the worst. At worst he was already dead. But again, Don wasn’t considering that scenario. Colby was alive until proven otherwise.
Don hoped that Charlie would be able to work his magic on this one and find Colby. He prayed that Charlie would pull some crackpot algorithm or expression or whatever out of his back pocket and find the bastards who were holding Colby. Tell him where they were keeping him.
They were looking for a live agent; they weren’t searching for a body. They would never be searching for a body. It had only been four days.
Alive until proven dead.
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Colby, David, Don, Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to and including When Worlds Collide
Summary:After ten days he began to doubt that they would ever find him.
Spoilers: Up to and including When Worlds Collide
Thanks to my beta,
pruehall . In other news, I have yet to secure my ownership of the television series NUMB3RS and the characters portrayed therein. And I'm really sorry that I didn't have this up yesterday, but real life got in the way again. Damn reality. Also, reviews are love.
Parts One-Six
Ten Days: Part Seven
Colby had been missing four days, and still they were no closer to finding him then they had been the day he vanished. In fact, they were probably even further now than they had been then.
The entire team, here carrying the meaning of himself and David, were on edge. Their tempers had been stretched almost to the breaking points. Half the agents from LA were looking for Colby and yet they had nothing. Other cases were being put on the backburner, agents were being pulled from other departments, some cases that would normally be worked by a minimum of half a dozen people were being manned by one or two agents. They were stretched absolutely as thin as they could go in most departments without actually closing down those departments.
Yet for all the resources and manpower being put into the search they were still going nowhere fast. Hell, they weren’t going anywhere at any speed.
David was practically biting people’s heads off for the sheer act of venturing within 10 feet of him. And should anyone dare speak to him about anything other than a way to find his missing partner… well, that was a mistake that a person made only once. There had yet to be a repeat offender who hadn’t been explicitly ordered to do so by a superior. People were drawing straws to decide who the unfortunate soul who had to deliver had new to David would be. Most times they would just send an email or leave a note whenever possible. They went to Don, who they considered less dangerous, though not by much.
Don finally broke down and went to the assistant director, practically begging him to temporarily reinstate Charlie’s clearance so that he could at least try to help them find Colby. He figured that, perhaps, it was the sheer desperation in his eyes and his voice that caused the AD to give in. Or maybe he just wanted to get Colby back almost as Don and David did. Apparently Colby had acquired friends in high places. Not exactly surprising, all things considered, but a relief all the same. Either way he had pled their case to those above him and they had secured the temporary and limited reinstatement of Charlie’s clearance. It didn’t matter to Don why the AD had helped them just as long as it helped them get Colby back in one piece.
He was still refusing to entertain the possibility that it was already too late to truly save Colby. He wasn’t giving up on him until he saw a body, which he hoped that he never did. He wanted his agent back, alive and in working order. He ignored the facts in front of him, ignored what his training told him.
There had been no contact yet; it had been four days, no demands, no ransom, no proof of life, no taunting massages. Nothing. Never a good sign.
But there also was no body. Always a good sign.
He chose to ignore the bad signs. He knew, logically, that if- when. When they found him. Not if. When.- they found him he wouldn’t be in very good shape. At best they were simply holding him and feeding him very little, if at all. At worst they were trying to get information out of him. Well, that wasn’t really the worst. At worst he was already dead. But again, Don wasn’t considering that scenario. Colby was alive until proven otherwise.
Don hoped that Charlie would be able to work his magic on this one and find Colby. He prayed that Charlie would pull some crackpot algorithm or expression or whatever out of his back pocket and find the bastards who were holding Colby. Tell him where they were keeping him.
They were looking for a live agent; they weren’t searching for a body. They would never be searching for a body. It had only been four days.
Alive until proven dead.