Numb3rs - Drabble - Coffee
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Coffee
Ian had two passions: firearms and coffee. While on a job nothing relaxed him more than one hand resting on his pistol, the other clutching a steaming cup of coffee. He’d down it like water, even the horrid sludge he’d had at the LA FBI building.
When Colby handed him back the green mug he’d picked up, recently rinsed and full of coffee, Ian had expected to taste the watery formula of instant.
Not freshly brewed French Vanilla, his favourite brand. Don didn’t seem like the coffee bean type, more of an instant addict. He didn’t have enough information on Alan Eppes to include him in his mental game of who-dunnit. He doubted Colby would have brought his own coffee into the Eppes’ home. So the professor?
“Edgerton?” Don asked.
“Hmm?” Ian blinked hard and scolded himself for losing focus. “So you mentioned two failed hits?”
“Both drive-bys, in daylight, one outside CalSci and the other as he drove home with Colby,” Don said. Ian nodded, savouring his coffee. “The files are at Bureau, David’s looking over them.’
“You don’t have copies here?”
“You’ll want your own hard copies,” Don placed his finished mug in the sink. “I’ll call David, let him know to have them waiting. Colby, you take the morning shift.”
“How long have you been taking shifts?” Ian had underestimated the severity of the situation. If Don’s team were taking shifts watching Charlie, the risk had to be high.
“Since the Andrews arrived in town,” Colby dropped his mug aside Don’s. “Not that I don’t love Alan’s cooking, but after doing this for three weeks, I’ll be glad to take a break.”
Don headed for the door, giving his brother and co-worker a wave. Ian drained the last drops in his mug. Before he could place it on the bench, it was snatched from his hand.
Charlie placed with the others in the sink.
“I have a lecture at midday,” Charlie told him. “That’s when David usually takes over.”
“Anything I’d understand?”
“Complex numbers on the Argand plane.”
“A little out of my depth there,” Ian said.
“Edgerton, you coming or what?” Don called from the doorway. Ian thanked Colby for the coffee and headed after the elder Eppes brother, wondering what exactly he’d signed up for.
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Word Count: 380
Author's Notes: Firstly, a shout-out to the fabulous
irena_adler who's been doing a brilliant job as my beta. Secondly, after many hours I've finally got the hang - sort of - of making tables, so there's now a master list of this series. Click on Notepad Series in the drabble description for a look. Finally, in regard to the Olympics, go Australia!