Numb3rs - Drabble - Impressed
Impressed
Ian followed Don’s black SUV in his pickup to the FBI building. The traffic was beginning to clog the roads as the average citizens made their way to work. The sniper parked beside Don, but it wasn’t until they were waiting for the elevator that Don started a conversation.
“Thanks,” Don said.
Ian turned to the agent. “For showing up?”
“For Hoyle. Taking your shot.”
Ian snorted, but it grew into a chuckle at Don’s serious expression.
“She kidnapped one of your agents and nearly killed her. I understand why you did it,” The elevator arriving interrupted Ian, so he waited till he and Don were heading up to the office to continue, “If I’d thought differently, the review board would have known about it.”
Don nodded in remembrance.
“Besides, it was a decent enough shot.”
“Decent?” Don crossed his arms.
“Clean, controlled and quick. Hitting a moving target is never easy.”
“Just decent?”
“I concede. I was impressed. Apology accepted by the way.” The elevator doors opened.
“Means a lot coming from, what, the country’s fourth best shot.”
“Third,” Ian corrected, following Don as he snaked through the maze of desks. “And Don?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t take my shot again.”
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Word Count: 200
Author's Notes: *points to word count* Look! It ends in 00's! Yes I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill but still... Only a few days left of the Olympics, but Australia's done pretty well for itself. Looking forward to going back to normal TV programming though.
Ian followed Don’s black SUV in his pickup to the FBI building. The traffic was beginning to clog the roads as the average citizens made their way to work. The sniper parked beside Don, but it wasn’t until they were waiting for the elevator that Don started a conversation.
“Thanks,” Don said.
Ian turned to the agent. “For showing up?”
“For Hoyle. Taking your shot.”
Ian snorted, but it grew into a chuckle at Don’s serious expression.
“She kidnapped one of your agents and nearly killed her. I understand why you did it,” The elevator arriving interrupted Ian, so he waited till he and Don were heading up to the office to continue, “If I’d thought differently, the review board would have known about it.”
Don nodded in remembrance.
“Besides, it was a decent enough shot.”
“Decent?” Don crossed his arms.
“Clean, controlled and quick. Hitting a moving target is never easy.”
“Just decent?”
“I concede. I was impressed. Apology accepted by the way.” The elevator doors opened.
“Means a lot coming from, what, the country’s fourth best shot.”
“Third,” Ian corrected, following Don as he snaked through the maze of desks. “And Don?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t take my shot again.”
- - - -
Word Count: 200
Author's Notes: *points to word count* Look! It ends in 00's! Yes I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill but still... Only a few days left of the Olympics, but Australia's done pretty well for itself. Looking forward to going back to normal TV programming though.