Numb3rs Fic: Sworn Duty
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #158 - Oath
Title: Sworn Duty
Series/Universe: Sworn Duty
Pairing/Characters: Megan
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Seasons 1-4
Summary: Megan's stint with the DoJ changed her
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Gitmo.
Her first sight is like a splash of ice water down her spine.
Her fingers tighten, frozen to the handle of her suitcase as she alights from the military transport, ushered out along with the other borrowed - stolen she thinks - behavioral analysts.
A rancid stench pervades the prison: sweat, blood and fear.
It hits newcomers in the face when the MPs tug open the massive metal entrance doors.
Few are unaffected.
Megan manages to at least act like she's one of them.
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You don't say no to the DoJ, she'd repeated to herself the whole flight down.
Now she's reconsidering that mantra.
Once unpacked, she paces her quarters with a claustrophobic zeal, each anxious step resounding hollow in the barren space.
If this is a test of loyalty, of commitment to the Bureau, she thinks she's already failed.
Then a soldier comes to fetch her.
It's time to go to work.
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Abu El-Hassar is a sleeper cell member - so they say - but to Megan he seems more terrorized than terrorist.
She bites her lip and struggles not to look away as the soldiers demonstrate their methods.
They're barbaric, cruel and illegal in many parts of the world.
They're also ineffective. El-Hassar does break, but tells them nothing.
Megan's certain it's because he has nothing to tell.
They snidely remind her it's her sworn duty to help them get intel out of prisoners.
So she does.
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In her bunk that night she follows the cracks in the prison gray ceiling, sleepless.
I swore an oath... I swore an oath...
For the first time since she vowed to uphold the Constitution she's doubting herself, her job, her country.
The restlessness of a guilty mind denies her respite.
Nightmares happen in the waking world here and her eyes are open.
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Title: Sworn Duty
Series/Universe: Sworn Duty
Pairing/Characters: Megan
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Seasons 1-4
Summary: Megan's stint with the DoJ changed her
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Gitmo.
Her first sight is like a splash of ice water down her spine.
Her fingers tighten, frozen to the handle of her suitcase as she alights from the military transport, ushered out along with the other borrowed - stolen she thinks - behavioral analysts.
A rancid stench pervades the prison: sweat, blood and fear.
It hits newcomers in the face when the MPs tug open the massive metal entrance doors.
Few are unaffected.
Megan manages to at least act like she's one of them.
+
You don't say no to the DoJ, she'd repeated to herself the whole flight down.
Now she's reconsidering that mantra.
Once unpacked, she paces her quarters with a claustrophobic zeal, each anxious step resounding hollow in the barren space.
If this is a test of loyalty, of commitment to the Bureau, she thinks she's already failed.
Then a soldier comes to fetch her.
It's time to go to work.
+
Abu El-Hassar is a sleeper cell member - so they say - but to Megan he seems more terrorized than terrorist.
She bites her lip and struggles not to look away as the soldiers demonstrate their methods.
They're barbaric, cruel and illegal in many parts of the world.
They're also ineffective. El-Hassar does break, but tells them nothing.
Megan's certain it's because he has nothing to tell.
They snidely remind her it's her sworn duty to help them get intel out of prisoners.
So she does.
+
In her bunk that night she follows the cracks in the prison gray ceiling, sleepless.
I swore an oath... I swore an oath...
For the first time since she vowed to uphold the Constitution she's doubting herself, her job, her country.
The restlessness of a guilty mind denies her respite.
Nightmares happen in the waking world here and her eyes are open.
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