"Just like" (Colby/Riva)crossover, PG-13
written for the 2011 Summer fun!
Title: “Just like.”
Author: Keenir.
Prompt: #21-Repair Person / #09-England / #13-Envelope.
Crossover: Numb3rs/Covert Affairs.
Characters: Colby Granger, Riva Kline.
Rating: PG-13/Mature (just to be on the safe side)
AU: Trust Metric ended as we know it did, but Colby didn’t return to the FBI; instead, he took another job offer.
Summary: Colby and Riva in the heat of the moment. The after-action moment, when everything’s come to a head. And Colby’s comparing her to people he used to know.
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Cheltingham, England:
The hotel room door was opened out of their way and shut behind them with all due minimum of fuss, even with how preoccupied they were on one another and the succulent lips they were tasting on one another. At the start of this latest mission he had been sent out on, Colby had muttered about the target‘s location‘s buran, the icy spring wind. Right now, English weather was worse around them - and in their current state, they neither noticed nor cared.
To Colby’s eyes, Riva was exactly like Amita - funny and a sense of humor without resorting to jokes; a woman and fully aware of it, never using her body to get what she wants; smarter than him and humbly aware of it.
To Colby’s eyes, Riva was exactly like Charlie - most comfortable when discussing or doing what he’s expert in; aware of walking on two left feet in the world; a colt trying new fields; the child of a laborer who knew eight ways to fix anything.
To Colby, Riva was familiar while being new, heady, intoxicating. And a damn good kisser.
Riva broke away. “I’m sorry,” Riva said.
“Its okay,” Colby said, glad she wasn’t wiping away their kiss. “Adrenaline.” Give her an out if it helps.
She looked at him, then nodded. “Endorphins, exactly. That life-or-death…”
“That and we won.” We got the envelope with the critical stuff on it. Which was the primary focus of the mission.
Riva smiled, proud. Of herself, of them, of the cause and the reason. “Yeah we did.”
“I need a drink - I’ll be downstairs,” Colby said. “Water,” he clarified. “You want a glasof it too, or is soda better?”
“Water,” Riva said.
Downstairs at the bar, Colby raised his glass to her for a private toast.
“To…?” Riva asked.
“To long plane trips,” Colby said. You’re good company and great to work with. Amita and the others would’ve loved you.
Riva clinked her glass against his. “And unsalted peanuts.”
There were days Colby wondered if he should have stayed in the FBI and gave a try to repairing the bridges he had burned. But soberly, rationally, Colby knew nobody wanted to work with a spy who had been caught.
Ergo his present placement at the juncture of Army, FBI, and CIA.
“Think you can spare some time to grab a water with me after we get off the plane?” Riva asked.
After we’re both debriefed, Colby knew. “I’d love to.”
To Colby, Riva was exactly like David - a good friend and always reliable. And their fashion sense was the same.
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The End
Title: “Just like.”
Author: Keenir.
Prompt: #21-Repair Person / #09-England / #13-Envelope.
Crossover: Numb3rs/Covert Affairs.
Characters: Colby Granger, Riva Kline.
Rating: PG-13/Mature (just to be on the safe side)
AU: Trust Metric ended as we know it did, but Colby didn’t return to the FBI; instead, he took another job offer.
Summary: Colby and Riva in the heat of the moment. The after-action moment, when everything’s come to a head. And Colby’s comparing her to people he used to know.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cheltingham, England:
The hotel room door was opened out of their way and shut behind them with all due minimum of fuss, even with how preoccupied they were on one another and the succulent lips they were tasting on one another. At the start of this latest mission he had been sent out on, Colby had muttered about the target‘s location‘s buran, the icy spring wind. Right now, English weather was worse around them - and in their current state, they neither noticed nor cared.
To Colby’s eyes, Riva was exactly like Amita - funny and a sense of humor without resorting to jokes; a woman and fully aware of it, never using her body to get what she wants; smarter than him and humbly aware of it.
To Colby’s eyes, Riva was exactly like Charlie - most comfortable when discussing or doing what he’s expert in; aware of walking on two left feet in the world; a colt trying new fields; the child of a laborer who knew eight ways to fix anything.
To Colby, Riva was familiar while being new, heady, intoxicating. And a damn good kisser.
Riva broke away. “I’m sorry,” Riva said.
“Its okay,” Colby said, glad she wasn’t wiping away their kiss. “Adrenaline.” Give her an out if it helps.
She looked at him, then nodded. “Endorphins, exactly. That life-or-death…”
“That and we won.” We got the envelope with the critical stuff on it. Which was the primary focus of the mission.
Riva smiled, proud. Of herself, of them, of the cause and the reason. “Yeah we did.”
“I need a drink - I’ll be downstairs,” Colby said. “Water,” he clarified. “You want a glasof it too, or is soda better?”
“Water,” Riva said.
Downstairs at the bar, Colby raised his glass to her for a private toast.
“To…?” Riva asked.
“To long plane trips,” Colby said. You’re good company and great to work with. Amita and the others would’ve loved you.
Riva clinked her glass against his. “And unsalted peanuts.”
There were days Colby wondered if he should have stayed in the FBI and gave a try to repairing the bridges he had burned. But soberly, rationally, Colby knew nobody wanted to work with a spy who had been caught.
Ergo his present placement at the juncture of Army, FBI, and CIA.
“Think you can spare some time to grab a water with me after we get off the plane?” Riva asked.
After we’re both debriefed, Colby knew. “I’d love to.”
To Colby, Riva was exactly like David - a good friend and always reliable. And their fashion sense was the same.
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The End