Ten Days - Part Nine
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.
Big thanks to my beta,
pruehall. I still don't own NUMB3RS.
Parts One-Eight
Ten Days: Part Nine
After almost a week they still hadn’t found Colby. His partner was still missing and they were still no closer to finding him. Charlie was trying to work his numerical magic, but he didn’t really have much to go on. Charlie was trying, and he was incredibly apologetic about his lack of results, but he can’t really blame him for not being able to come up with anything since they gave him almost nothing to work with.
Don brought Liz back. The idea being that maybe a fresh pair of eyes (don’t Charlie, Larry and Amita have eyes? Were their eyes just not fresh enough for Don? But he supposed that Don had wanted a pair of fresh FBI eyes) might catch something that they hadn’t. He can tell that Liz thinks that it’s unlikely and he has to agree. There really isn’t anything to view with fresh eyes. There isn’t anything to view, period.
He was still running through every single fingerprint that we found at the scene- there were a ton of prints outside of the warehouse, and not exactly a few on Colby’s car. He was sending each and every printthrough AFIS and looking through the life history of the person each print connected to. Which was only about half of them and the ones that he had gotten matches to had all turned out to be law abiding citizens. Not helpful.
The tire tracks had been a very quick dead end- they had come up Firestone tires that were used on a number of vehicles- mostly SUV’s. Such as Don’s Chevy Suburban. Just in case they had run the list of people they had prints from on the crime scene against owners of vehicles with that model of tire. They’d gotten several hits. Such as Don. And David. And the guy that lived two apartments down from Colby. None of that helped them. So they abandoned the tire prints.
They had tried for matches on the bullets and shell casings found at the scene, too. The techs had run every single slug and case through the system. At this point David was fairly certain that the forensics guys wanted to kill him. Between the prints, the tire tracks and ballistics evidence he was having them run, not to mention all the other crime scene evidence they were working in overdrive. The usually friendly forensic technicians had taken to being almost as snappish and irritable as David and Don. People were taking incredibly round about ways to get about the FBI building in an effort to avoid both David and Don and the forensic guys. Elevators tended to empty surprisingly fast when one of them entered and use of the stairs had increased tenfold.
At this point David vacated an elevator as quickly as possible when a forensic guy got on, too. He knew that he was the source of much of their ire due to the workload that he had imposed upon them and his less than friendly attitude to them (it hadn’t been anything personal, it was just that less than friendly was now considered to be one of his better moods. It went down from there, encompassing irate, pissed off, enraged and homicidal, to name a few. One of his other 'better' moods was typically referred to as 'too sleep deprived to kill me') had made them more than a little bitter towards him. And these were the guys who could cover up a murder in their sleep. It was best not to anger them and, if you did happen to be stupid enough to tick them off, to avoid them at all costs.
He knew that Don was trying to get search warrants for every premises owned by the subjects of their investigation. At that very moment Don was trying to convince some judge that, since Colby had been there to investigate themwhen he had been abducted, there was reason to believe that the men were somehow involved. David doubted that any judge would buy it; these guys owned upwards of 30 properties in LA alone- not exactly a contained search. If it had been a couple of places, they probably would have had a decent shot. Hell, if they could narrow it down to a couple of more likely locations…
Wait a minute. They needed to figure out which of those 30 some odd properties had the highest probability of being the one where Colby was being held.
He needed to find Charlie. Now.
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.
Big thanks to my beta,
pruehall. I still don't own NUMB3RS.
Parts One-Eight
Ten Days: Part Nine
After almost a week they still hadn’t found Colby. His partner was still missing and they were still no closer to finding him. Charlie was trying to work his numerical magic, but he didn’t really have much to go on. Charlie was trying, and he was incredibly apologetic about his lack of results, but he can’t really blame him for not being able to come up with anything since they gave him almost nothing to work with.
Don brought Liz back. The idea being that maybe a fresh pair of eyes (don’t Charlie, Larry and Amita have eyes? Were their eyes just not fresh enough for Don? But he supposed that Don had wanted a pair of fresh FBI eyes) might catch something that they hadn’t. He can tell that Liz thinks that it’s unlikely and he has to agree. There really isn’t anything to view with fresh eyes. There isn’t anything to view, period.
He was still running through every single fingerprint that we found at the scene- there were a ton of prints outside of the warehouse, and not exactly a few on Colby’s car. He was sending each and every printthrough AFIS and looking through the life history of the person each print connected to. Which was only about half of them and the ones that he had gotten matches to had all turned out to be law abiding citizens. Not helpful.
The tire tracks had been a very quick dead end- they had come up Firestone tires that were used on a number of vehicles- mostly SUV’s. Such as Don’s Chevy Suburban. Just in case they had run the list of people they had prints from on the crime scene against owners of vehicles with that model of tire. They’d gotten several hits. Such as Don. And David. And the guy that lived two apartments down from Colby. None of that helped them. So they abandoned the tire prints.
They had tried for matches on the bullets and shell casings found at the scene, too. The techs had run every single slug and case through the system. At this point David was fairly certain that the forensics guys wanted to kill him. Between the prints, the tire tracks and ballistics evidence he was having them run, not to mention all the other crime scene evidence they were working in overdrive. The usually friendly forensic technicians had taken to being almost as snappish and irritable as David and Don. People were taking incredibly round about ways to get about the FBI building in an effort to avoid both David and Don and the forensic guys. Elevators tended to empty surprisingly fast when one of them entered and use of the stairs had increased tenfold.
At this point David vacated an elevator as quickly as possible when a forensic guy got on, too. He knew that he was the source of much of their ire due to the workload that he had imposed upon them and his less than friendly attitude to them (it hadn’t been anything personal, it was just that less than friendly was now considered to be one of his better moods. It went down from there, encompassing irate, pissed off, enraged and homicidal, to name a few. One of his other 'better' moods was typically referred to as 'too sleep deprived to kill me') had made them more than a little bitter towards him. And these were the guys who could cover up a murder in their sleep. It was best not to anger them and, if you did happen to be stupid enough to tick them off, to avoid them at all costs.
He knew that Don was trying to get search warrants for every premises owned by the subjects of their investigation. At that very moment Don was trying to convince some judge that, since Colby had been there to investigate themwhen he had been abducted, there was reason to believe that the men were somehow involved. David doubted that any judge would buy it; these guys owned upwards of 30 properties in LA alone- not exactly a contained search. If it had been a couple of places, they probably would have had a decent shot. Hell, if they could narrow it down to a couple of more likely locations…
Wait a minute. They needed to figure out which of those 30 some odd properties had the highest probability of being the one where Colby was being held.
He needed to find Charlie. Now.