The Enigma of Colby Granger - Chapter 5
Title: The Enigma of Colby Granger
Fandom: Numb3rs/NCIS
Pairing/Characters: The NUMB3Rs team (minus Liz), The Geek Squad, The NCIS team and various other characters. Basically everyone but Liz. Sorry, Liz, but I kind of hate you. *shrugs* I'm pulling for Robin to make a comeback. I liked her. And lots of OC's.
Rating: PG-13, I guess.
Summary: Several bodies turn up across LA and when the body of a Naval Commander is found in DC with the same MO, the FBI teams up with NCIS and a web of government secrets and lies are revealed, as well as some secrets of Colby's past.
Big thanks to my beta, VanishingP2000 over on fanfiction.net!
Chapter 5
Three Government Issue Dodge Chargers, two black and one blue, pulled out of the Navy Yard and headed for the warehouse on the outskirts of town. In the first of the black sedans were Colby and David, with Colby driving, leading the rest of the group to the meeting place. The next sedan, also black, held Megan, Charlie and Don, with Don driving, and the final, blue sedan had Gibbs, Tony, Ziva and McGee in it. The two black sedans were FBI issue and outfitted with lights and sirens, while the blue one was NCIS and lacked the lights and sirens, instead carrying only a federal tag as means of identification.
All of the agents had Kevlar on under their shirts, but none of them were wearing FBI or NCIS jackets, so that it wouldn’t be too overwhelmingly obvious who they were. Not that it took a genius to figure it out anyway; they just didn’t want to make it too easy. They pulled up to the warehouse and exited their cars before entering the warehouse cautiously. They all spread out, not wanting to present too easy of a target just in case there was something off. Colby made sure that Charlie stayed close to him, so that if something went wrong and someone had to take a bullet for the Whiz Kid it would be him, because he was the one that had led them here, after all.
The warehouse suddenly exploded in gunfire, confirming the agent’s fear that it was, in fact, a trap and Colby dived at Charlie, knocking him to the ground. The gunfire was silenced by the FBI and NCIS agents in a matter of minutes, but surprisingly Colby hadn’t gotten off a single shot. He was usually the one that let off the most shots-and hit the most, too, because of his Army training and experience in Afghanistan, where if you didn’t shoot everything that wasn’t part of your squad that moved and shot it damn fast, you’d probably be dead. Once the gunfire stopped, Colby rolled off of Charlie with a groan and got up slowly and painfully before helping him up. Don rushed over to them, concern for his younger brother evident on his face.
“Hey, Charlie, you okay? Hey, are you hit? Oh, god, Charlie, there’s blood on you!” Don said as he got to Charlie.
“What, no, I’m fine. Colby pushed me-” Charlie stopped short and spun around to look at Colby, who was now leaning heavily up against a column, holding his right side with both hands. Hands that were covered in bright red blood. David moved over to Colby and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey man, how bad are you hit?” he asked, completely skipping the ‘are you hit?’ and ‘where are you hit?’ questions, because it was clear that Colby had been shot in the abdomen, just below where his vest ended- it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.
“Not too bad, it’s just a graze, I think. I’ll be fine,” Colby assured him, breathing heavily despite his assurances that he was okay. David put his hand on Colby’s arm for support as Megan called an ambulance.
“Here, man, sit down, I got you, come on,” David said, helping Colby to slide down the support beam so that he was sitting on the floor, with his back against the pillar. David pried Colby’s hands off of the wound so that he could see it before quickly replacing them with his own and applying pressure to the gunshot. Colby let out a small of hiss of pain and David muttered an apology.
“Its okay man, just do what you gotta do,” Colby murmured, leaning his head back against the cement and closing his eyes.
“Hey, I need you to stay awake buddy, stay with me, okay,” David said and Colby cracked his eyes open again to look at him.
“Sure,” Colby said without any real conviction.
“Hey, man, I think you probably could have found a better way to get a couple of hours of sleep than getting yourself shot,” David said and Colby smirked slightly.
“That wasn’t exactly my goal; it’s just kind of an added bonus. I was trying to keep the Whiz Kid’s head from being ventilated. I figure that his brain is worth more than my abs,” Colby quipped and Megan laughed slightly.
“I think that there’s a decent percent of the female population that might disagree with that statement, Granger. Did you see the way that those women were looking at you at the pool last week? Seriously, it’s like they have never seen a guy without his shirt on before,” Megan needled him good naturedly.
“So did you enjoy the view, too, Megan?” Colby shot right back at Megan, causing her to roll her eyes and David and Tony to laugh. Ziva turned to Tony.
“He’s got you there, Reeves,” David told her matter-of-factly.
“You see DiNozzo, if you looked like that I would not have a problem with you taking your shirt off in the middle of the bullpen, in fact, I might even encourage it. Also, that undercover assignment would have been that much more enjoyable,” Ziva said with her trademark sly with a trace of dirty smile, causing Tony to look affronted and causing the color to rise faintly in Colby’s cheeks and him to look down in embarrassment.
David smirked and patted Colby’s shoulder consolingly while Megan, McGee, Don and Charlie laughed. Gibbs just turned away slightly to hide his smirk from the rest of the group.
Once the group stopped laughing, they heard sirens nearby, which had been masked before by the agents’ laughter. They heard the screech of tires right outside the warehouse and then a pair of paramedics burst through the door and made a bee-line for the group, first focusing on Charlie, who still had Colby’s blood on him and assumed, as Don had, that Charlie was the one injured.
“No, I’m not the one that got shot, he is! It’s his blood!” Charlie exclaimed in annoyance, pointing towards Colby, who was still leaning against the cement support, with David kneeling beside him applying pressure to the wound. The paramedics quickly moved over to Colby and all the other agents except for David backed away to give the paramedics room. The two paramedics knelt down on either side of Colby and the older one turned to David.
“What happened?”
“He got shot in the abdomen,” David said and Colby let out an indignant groan like protest. “Fine, he got grazed by a bullet,” David said rolling his eyes and overemphasizing the word ‘grazed’.
“Okay, I’ve dealt with my fair share of feds and so I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that he’s not gonna want us to take him out of here on a stretcher,” the paramedic asked David sardonically and David smirked slightly.
“Are you sure you’ve never met him before? Because you seem to have his mindset down to an art form,” David said, amusement clear in his voice and Colby sent him an irate look.
“In this situation, it’s probably helpful, considering that getting a stretcher in here would be an absolute nightmare. Okay, so if you could keep pressure there, Agent…?” The paramedic trailed off, looking at David questioningly.
“Sinclair. David Sinclair.” David said, James Bond style.
“Right. Agent Sinclair, I need you to keep pressure on that wound with your one hand and help me support him with your other arm. I’ll take his other side,” the paramedic said and David nodded. The two men helped lift Colby off the ground and Colby leaned heavily on David, in an imitation of the previous night. The paramedic wasn’t actually taking any of Colby’s weight so he let go of Colby and let David support him while he opened the door for the two men and the second paramedic carried their supplies out after them. Colby and David made their way slowly to the stretcher that was sitting just outside the ambulance doors. David helped Colby up onto the stretcher while maintaining his firm grip on the bullet wound. Colby groaned and closed his eyes in obvious pain as David helped him lean back and looked at him with concern.
“How are you doing there, buddy?” he asked, the concern leaking into his voice and Colby opened his eyes to squint at his partner.
“I’m great. Having the time of my life here,” Colby cracked in an attempt to lighten the mood and was rewarded for his efforts with a small smile from David. The younger paramedic pulled off Colby’s shirt and quickly replaced David’s hand with a pressure bandage.
Don, Megan, Charlie and Tony all followed them out and David now turned to look at them and addressed Don.
“I’m going to go to the hospital with Colby, Don. Make sure he doesn’t make too many of the nurses faint this time,” David said and Colby groaned again.
“Seriously, could we maybe stop using me as the butt of every damn joke? Could we possibly find another target, please?!” Colby asked, exasperated.
“No.” David, Megan and Don all said together and Colby dropped his head back onto the stretcher in defeat.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road,” the younger paramedic said and he and the other paramedic loaded the stretcher-and Colby with it-into the ambulance and David jumped in behind him before the doors of the ambulance were closed and the ambulance pulled away, sirens blaring.
Fandom: Numb3rs/NCIS
Pairing/Characters: The NUMB3Rs team (minus Liz), The Geek Squad, The NCIS team and various other characters. Basically everyone but Liz. Sorry, Liz, but I kind of hate you. *shrugs* I'm pulling for Robin to make a comeback. I liked her. And lots of OC's.
Rating: PG-13, I guess.
Summary: Several bodies turn up across LA and when the body of a Naval Commander is found in DC with the same MO, the FBI teams up with NCIS and a web of government secrets and lies are revealed, as well as some secrets of Colby's past.
Big thanks to my beta, VanishingP2000 over on fanfiction.net!
Chapter 5
Three Government Issue Dodge Chargers, two black and one blue, pulled out of the Navy Yard and headed for the warehouse on the outskirts of town. In the first of the black sedans were Colby and David, with Colby driving, leading the rest of the group to the meeting place. The next sedan, also black, held Megan, Charlie and Don, with Don driving, and the final, blue sedan had Gibbs, Tony, Ziva and McGee in it. The two black sedans were FBI issue and outfitted with lights and sirens, while the blue one was NCIS and lacked the lights and sirens, instead carrying only a federal tag as means of identification.
All of the agents had Kevlar on under their shirts, but none of them were wearing FBI or NCIS jackets, so that it wouldn’t be too overwhelmingly obvious who they were. Not that it took a genius to figure it out anyway; they just didn’t want to make it too easy. They pulled up to the warehouse and exited their cars before entering the warehouse cautiously. They all spread out, not wanting to present too easy of a target just in case there was something off. Colby made sure that Charlie stayed close to him, so that if something went wrong and someone had to take a bullet for the Whiz Kid it would be him, because he was the one that had led them here, after all.
The warehouse suddenly exploded in gunfire, confirming the agent’s fear that it was, in fact, a trap and Colby dived at Charlie, knocking him to the ground. The gunfire was silenced by the FBI and NCIS agents in a matter of minutes, but surprisingly Colby hadn’t gotten off a single shot. He was usually the one that let off the most shots-and hit the most, too, because of his Army training and experience in Afghanistan, where if you didn’t shoot everything that wasn’t part of your squad that moved and shot it damn fast, you’d probably be dead. Once the gunfire stopped, Colby rolled off of Charlie with a groan and got up slowly and painfully before helping him up. Don rushed over to them, concern for his younger brother evident on his face.
“Hey, Charlie, you okay? Hey, are you hit? Oh, god, Charlie, there’s blood on you!” Don said as he got to Charlie.
“What, no, I’m fine. Colby pushed me-” Charlie stopped short and spun around to look at Colby, who was now leaning heavily up against a column, holding his right side with both hands. Hands that were covered in bright red blood. David moved over to Colby and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey man, how bad are you hit?” he asked, completely skipping the ‘are you hit?’ and ‘where are you hit?’ questions, because it was clear that Colby had been shot in the abdomen, just below where his vest ended- it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.
“Not too bad, it’s just a graze, I think. I’ll be fine,” Colby assured him, breathing heavily despite his assurances that he was okay. David put his hand on Colby’s arm for support as Megan called an ambulance.
“Here, man, sit down, I got you, come on,” David said, helping Colby to slide down the support beam so that he was sitting on the floor, with his back against the pillar. David pried Colby’s hands off of the wound so that he could see it before quickly replacing them with his own and applying pressure to the gunshot. Colby let out a small of hiss of pain and David muttered an apology.
“Its okay man, just do what you gotta do,” Colby murmured, leaning his head back against the cement and closing his eyes.
“Hey, I need you to stay awake buddy, stay with me, okay,” David said and Colby cracked his eyes open again to look at him.
“Sure,” Colby said without any real conviction.
“Hey, man, I think you probably could have found a better way to get a couple of hours of sleep than getting yourself shot,” David said and Colby smirked slightly.
“That wasn’t exactly my goal; it’s just kind of an added bonus. I was trying to keep the Whiz Kid’s head from being ventilated. I figure that his brain is worth more than my abs,” Colby quipped and Megan laughed slightly.
“I think that there’s a decent percent of the female population that might disagree with that statement, Granger. Did you see the way that those women were looking at you at the pool last week? Seriously, it’s like they have never seen a guy without his shirt on before,” Megan needled him good naturedly.
“So did you enjoy the view, too, Megan?” Colby shot right back at Megan, causing her to roll her eyes and David and Tony to laugh. Ziva turned to Tony.
“He’s got you there, Reeves,” David told her matter-of-factly.
“You see DiNozzo, if you looked like that I would not have a problem with you taking your shirt off in the middle of the bullpen, in fact, I might even encourage it. Also, that undercover assignment would have been that much more enjoyable,” Ziva said with her trademark sly with a trace of dirty smile, causing Tony to look affronted and causing the color to rise faintly in Colby’s cheeks and him to look down in embarrassment.
David smirked and patted Colby’s shoulder consolingly while Megan, McGee, Don and Charlie laughed. Gibbs just turned away slightly to hide his smirk from the rest of the group.
Once the group stopped laughing, they heard sirens nearby, which had been masked before by the agents’ laughter. They heard the screech of tires right outside the warehouse and then a pair of paramedics burst through the door and made a bee-line for the group, first focusing on Charlie, who still had Colby’s blood on him and assumed, as Don had, that Charlie was the one injured.
“No, I’m not the one that got shot, he is! It’s his blood!” Charlie exclaimed in annoyance, pointing towards Colby, who was still leaning against the cement support, with David kneeling beside him applying pressure to the wound. The paramedics quickly moved over to Colby and all the other agents except for David backed away to give the paramedics room. The two paramedics knelt down on either side of Colby and the older one turned to David.
“What happened?”
“He got shot in the abdomen,” David said and Colby let out an indignant groan like protest. “Fine, he got grazed by a bullet,” David said rolling his eyes and overemphasizing the word ‘grazed’.
“Okay, I’ve dealt with my fair share of feds and so I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that he’s not gonna want us to take him out of here on a stretcher,” the paramedic asked David sardonically and David smirked slightly.
“Are you sure you’ve never met him before? Because you seem to have his mindset down to an art form,” David said, amusement clear in his voice and Colby sent him an irate look.
“In this situation, it’s probably helpful, considering that getting a stretcher in here would be an absolute nightmare. Okay, so if you could keep pressure there, Agent…?” The paramedic trailed off, looking at David questioningly.
“Sinclair. David Sinclair.” David said, James Bond style.
“Right. Agent Sinclair, I need you to keep pressure on that wound with your one hand and help me support him with your other arm. I’ll take his other side,” the paramedic said and David nodded. The two men helped lift Colby off the ground and Colby leaned heavily on David, in an imitation of the previous night. The paramedic wasn’t actually taking any of Colby’s weight so he let go of Colby and let David support him while he opened the door for the two men and the second paramedic carried their supplies out after them. Colby and David made their way slowly to the stretcher that was sitting just outside the ambulance doors. David helped Colby up onto the stretcher while maintaining his firm grip on the bullet wound. Colby groaned and closed his eyes in obvious pain as David helped him lean back and looked at him with concern.
“How are you doing there, buddy?” he asked, the concern leaking into his voice and Colby opened his eyes to squint at his partner.
“I’m great. Having the time of my life here,” Colby cracked in an attempt to lighten the mood and was rewarded for his efforts with a small smile from David. The younger paramedic pulled off Colby’s shirt and quickly replaced David’s hand with a pressure bandage.
Don, Megan, Charlie and Tony all followed them out and David now turned to look at them and addressed Don.
“I’m going to go to the hospital with Colby, Don. Make sure he doesn’t make too many of the nurses faint this time,” David said and Colby groaned again.
“Seriously, could we maybe stop using me as the butt of every damn joke? Could we possibly find another target, please?!” Colby asked, exasperated.
“No.” David, Megan and Don all said together and Colby dropped his head back onto the stretcher in defeat.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road,” the younger paramedic said and he and the other paramedic loaded the stretcher-and Colby with it-into the ambulance and David jumped in behind him before the doors of the ambulance were closed and the ambulance pulled away, sirens blaring.