Title: Blackmail & Retribution
Series: Silence and Safety *bonus #4 & 5*
Author:
loozy Characters: Edgerton, Don, Charlie, Colby, David, mention of the girls
Rating: PG- 13/ K
Summary: One day, they get an email from Ian Edgerton, that has a serious sounding subject line and two attachments.
Word Count: 298 & 274
Spoilers: after 5x23, Angels & Devils
Notes: The toe- nails have gotten their own series by now, thanks to
valeriev84 and
aleo_70...
Prompt: # 29 Encounter & 60 Adversary
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic. Numb3rs and everybody associated with it belong to Cheryl Heuton & Nick Fallucci and CBS.
Feedback: Yes, please. I love every kind of review, even the bad ones, as long as they are helpful and constructive.
One day, they get an email from Ian Edgerton, that has a serious sounding subject line, ‘Tracking of Colourful Convicts in a Dense Area’ *Charlie gets one entitled ‘Tracking of a Suspect Using a Colour Spectrum Analysis’*, and two attachments.
So, all four of them open the mail with no apprehension whatsoever. The mail is from Edgerton, who is not really known as a prankster.
But as a blackmailer, apparently.
There is no text, just the smiley- symbol of a grinning devil. Charlie tracks down the website that Edgerton downloaded the picture from but that, as Colby grounds out and Don and David affirm with the dark looks they shoot Charlie, is of no help to them at all.
Besides, even they could have tracked that one down.
So they ponder.
They would like to ask the girls for help, but seeing as they are the original source of their predicament, they are a no go.
The saying goes ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ but for their situation it is better to say ‘Revenge *they don’t want to use hell in connection with Edgerton*hath no clue like three FBI- agents and a mathematician blackmailed’.
Not very original, but true, and it gets a chuckle from the ladies when they cave and explain to them the situation over a shared lunch.
As much as they would like to help them *said so with sincere looks that would be almost believable was it not for the twinkle in their eyes*, the guys really should try and figure this out by themselves.
Seriously, guys.
They are FBI- agents. They have weapons *but so has Edgerton*. They have a mathematician *Edgerton does not*.
So they try to put together a plan all by themselves.
The women groan in despair.
They attempt to work out several scenarios in which they get away with retribution.
They will not cave to the threat of the photos being distributed and published.
No, siree.
They will paint Edgerton’s nails, too, simple as that.
What is not so simple is figuring out how to.
Charlie comes up with a formula, that, paired with some physics help from Larry, could paint Edgerton’s nails when he is showering.
But they do not want red.
They want multiple glaringly neon colours.
But hooooooooooooow?
They are all very close to repeatedly banging their heads against their desks *having done so multiple times already, but only one thump every time*, as desire to go to the nearest bar to drown their sorrows *and headaches from the banging* in multiple pints
when the revelation comes *in a film, the sun would break through the dark clouds and shine away, a choir would sing; in reality, it is blazingly hot, not cloud on the sky and none of them likes choir- music*.
Alcohol.
It is so easy, yet so devilish.
They will just ply Edgerton with lots of liquor, get him roaring drunk and then, when he passes out *because even Ian Edgerton will pass out, hopefully, when he is tanked* they will paint his toe nails. And maybe his finger nails.
Just for the fun of it.
Don, David, Colby and Charlie sit in the situation- room, take- out on the desk, relief making itself felt in the manic cackle of all movie villains that have just laid out an evil plan.
Just like they just did.
Mwuahahahahahahahahaha.
Now the plan only has to work.