FIC: Ianuarius: Cigarette & Encounter
This series has been nominated in the gen Drabble Series category at Numb3rs Awards!
Title: Cigarette & Encounter
Series: Ianuarius
Author: Valerie Vancollie (valeriev84 [at] hotmail.com)
Characters: Lieutenant Gary Walker
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Upon following up a lead in a desperate effort to solve a case, Gary Walker witnesses a sight he never thought he'd see.
Spoilers: None
Note: See the series Master List.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
"Okay, we've got one male and one fe-female," Field said as the couple got out of the Civic, his voice catching as he caught sight of her.
There was a lot of her to see.
She wore an impossibly short miniskirt, if it could even be called that, while her top ended well above her navel, baring her thin midriff for all to see. Dark leather boots encased her long legs up to the knees, being the single most concealing apparel she wore. Her long, dark hair was haphazardly pinned to the top of her head and her face was heavily made up. She took a deep pull from her cigarette, before she strode confidently across the parking lot to the motel entrance and stepped into the lobby.
"Holy shit!" Simmons exclaimed. "Will you take a look at that!"
"Focus," Gary barked, frowning at the unprofessional behavior. "Todd, did you get a shot of her?" he demanded as he watched the punk at reception snap to attention as soon as she entered.
"Yes, Lieutenant. I don't recognize her though."
"A new player?" Field suggested. "Perhaps she's the money? Or connected to it."
"Perhaps," Gary replied as he focused the binoculars on her. "Why aren't I hearing what they're saying?"
"Sorry, there seems to be a problem with the equipment," Todd stated.
"Then fix it! I want to hear what this encounter is about now."
Gary had to admit that she was gorgeous. He could see why the punk behind the counter was drooling. He didn't stand a chance against her. She could wrap him around her finger without even trying. He was definitely focused on her enoug-
Son of a bitch!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Gary whipped the binoculars towards the man who'd trailed in behind her.