FIC: Ianuarius: Alcohol & Room Key
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Title: Alcohol & Room Key
Series: Ianuarius
Author: Valerie Vancollie (valeriev84 [at] hotmail.com)
Characters: Lieutenant Gary Walker
Rating: PG
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
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
Sure enough, even as the receptionist was drooling over the mysterious woman, her companion was casually leaning against the desk, surreptitiously reaching for one of the room keys. He covered the movement with the bottle of tequila he held loosely in his other hand.
"I can get the techs to compare her photo agains-" Simmons began just as the microphones came to life and they could hear her flirting shamelessly.
"Forget her," Gary ordered. "She's a decoy, get me a name to go with him."
"Decoy?" Field questioned, his attention abruptly shifting to the man.
He was dressed in skintight black leather pants with an equally tight black muscle shirt. A diamond stud sparkled in his left ear while his hands sported several different rings, some which gleamed with gems, as did his necklaces. The semi-long spiked tresses were bleached with peroxide without any attempt to attain an even remotely natural color. His face, though mostly in shadow, was heavily made up and sparkled with glitter.
Gary unconsciously shuddered as he studied the figure. He was, in the words of his teenage daughter, a 'boy-toy.' Yet... yet there was something strangely familiar about him; as if he knew him from somewhere. His frown deepened at the thought. He was sure he'd remember running into someone like this before, but no one came to mind.
"He's sly," Todd commented, as the key vanished into a pocket for a few moments before it was replaced.
"Hmm," Gary agreed, the nagging sensation growing as he watched the man. It was there, on the tip of his tongue as it were.
"Angelica," the man whined. "You promised somewhere nice, not a dump."
Lieutenant Gary Walker's mouth fell open in astonishment and disbelief as the voice registered and he realized just who the man was.