B is for Baseball Game
Pairing/Characters: Don/OFC-Verity, Megan/Larry, Charlie/Amita, Colby, David, Alan
Rating: PG
Summary: Don is bringing his 'A' game!
Word Count: 950
Spoilers: S3 are applicable
Notes: Part of my Alpha Series Thanks mercilynn for the beta. Oops, never posted to a comm !
Prompt/Challenge (if applicable): that I could write a fic in less than 6 hours, and I did!
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs, no money or fame made by me, oy!
I take my place on deck and kick at the dirt. The game is in the second of a double header, we're tied with the DEA team three to three. It's a warm fall day, the sun settling in the back of the trees; I can feel the buzz of anticipation around me.
Charlie calls out, giving Colby some quick tips - well, actually a stat on his hitting ratio and stance - thinking it will help him to get on base.
The DEA team is making comments, trying to distract him, the crowd cheers and cat calls out too. "Batter, batter swing! You suck, Granger!"
"Ball two!" the umpire yells. My teammates call out to Colby, telling him to get a hit.
David chimes in with a terse, "Don't mess it up, Granger!"
Colby turns his head to wink back at me. A silent conversation happens between the two of us, that he got the signal to bunt. I watch him choke up higher on the bat, settling into his stance. I can tell the pitcher is thinking that Colby is going to try to line drive it as he adjusts his body to throw another pitch.
Ha! I smirk to myself, he has no clue what is coming.
I feel energized and take a couple of practice swings before looking up, searching the crowd for that face. That face that for months now has made my heart buzz and my stomach do cartwheels.
I cup my hand over my eyes, the sun's glare making me squint a bit.
I see her and she smiles, I can't help but just smile back. I feel my eyes crinkle and my smile touching my eyes. My mom always said that was her favorite smile, she used to tell me that it was my soul shining out.
Verity gives me a little wave and I can tell she's giggling. I extend my hand and wave back, wishing my hand could touch her right now. I feel so connected to her - she 'gets' my life but is still removed enough, we don't talk shop. She's been there for me this past year as I work through my issues. I'm not saying that Dad and Charlie haven't because they have, it's just easier to open up to her. I find myself talking to God more, looking for God in things.
After being injured and coming so close to death, I sometimes think about how if I had died, how pained Dad and Charlie would be. How much my team and friends would suffer. And I think of what it would do to this woman. I hate seeing her sad.
I shake the depressing thoughts out of my head and take pleasure in where my life is now. I have a good relationship, a growing and mature one. We stay at each others places, sometimes just holding each other, no words needed. We talk nonchalantly about the future, moving in together - I've even told Dad that Verity may be 'the one'. We make love and I feel more than just satisfied. I feel my heart and mind opening to things. I find myself trusting people more. All of this is owed Verity... and to my best friend, my brother, Charlie. We both have grown so much in six years. No one could have a better pain in the neck for a brother as I do.
I turn my head and give Charlie a nod. He's sitting in the dugout, the assistant coach to the team. He writes something down in his notebook before he gives me a big thumbs up.
I chuckle to myself and then see Dad next to Verity. Amita is with him and they are cheering and clapping. I scan the crowd further and my eyes land on Megan and Larry. They look so happy, filled with love and joy. It was six months ago that Megan decided to leave the bureau and get her doctorate in Psychology. It was four months later that Larry and her were married and, to top it all off, they announced a week ago that she is expecting. They have one of the best relationships I have ever seen. I know like the stars they will last billions of years and burn bright.
I snap back into the moment, hearing the yelling as Colby takes off to first - loading up the bases for me to bring them all home. I saunter up to the plate, full of confidence and swagger, my best game face on. My past experience as a ball player tells me that I have the pitcher right where I want him. I can tell he is pretending that I don't scare him but I've already had three hits off of him today - I totally scare him. I take a couple of swings and settle into my first pitch, digging my heels in. The first pitch is a strike, the second a ball but that third, I hit it squarely on. It flies, flies out to left field. Yes, I fist pump. It's a home run.
"Yes!"
My teammates start to head for home as I take off to round the plates. My friends, family, and Verity are on their feet, cheering me on as I round second base.
"Woooooh! Don! Whooooh!"
I wave to them, grinning foolishly. I'm on my way towards home, my team coming out of the dug out to high five me.
"Don Eppes is the man!" I hear, and throw my head back, laughing.
I reply, "Yes, I am!"
I think to myself as I look over at Verity one more time, Life is good.
Rating: PG
Summary: Don is bringing his 'A' game!
Word Count: 950
Spoilers: S3 are applicable
Notes: Part of my Alpha Series Thanks mercilynn for the beta. Oops, never posted to a comm !
Prompt/Challenge (if applicable): that I could write a fic in less than 6 hours, and I did!
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs, no money or fame made by me, oy!
I take my place on deck and kick at the dirt. The game is in the second of a double header, we're tied with the DEA team three to three. It's a warm fall day, the sun settling in the back of the trees; I can feel the buzz of anticipation around me.
Charlie calls out, giving Colby some quick tips - well, actually a stat on his hitting ratio and stance - thinking it will help him to get on base.
The DEA team is making comments, trying to distract him, the crowd cheers and cat calls out too. "Batter, batter swing! You suck, Granger!"
"Ball two!" the umpire yells. My teammates call out to Colby, telling him to get a hit.
David chimes in with a terse, "Don't mess it up, Granger!"
Colby turns his head to wink back at me. A silent conversation happens between the two of us, that he got the signal to bunt. I watch him choke up higher on the bat, settling into his stance. I can tell the pitcher is thinking that Colby is going to try to line drive it as he adjusts his body to throw another pitch.
Ha! I smirk to myself, he has no clue what is coming.
I feel energized and take a couple of practice swings before looking up, searching the crowd for that face. That face that for months now has made my heart buzz and my stomach do cartwheels.
I cup my hand over my eyes, the sun's glare making me squint a bit.
I see her and she smiles, I can't help but just smile back. I feel my eyes crinkle and my smile touching my eyes. My mom always said that was her favorite smile, she used to tell me that it was my soul shining out.
Verity gives me a little wave and I can tell she's giggling. I extend my hand and wave back, wishing my hand could touch her right now. I feel so connected to her - she 'gets' my life but is still removed enough, we don't talk shop. She's been there for me this past year as I work through my issues. I'm not saying that Dad and Charlie haven't because they have, it's just easier to open up to her. I find myself talking to God more, looking for God in things.
After being injured and coming so close to death, I sometimes think about how if I had died, how pained Dad and Charlie would be. How much my team and friends would suffer. And I think of what it would do to this woman. I hate seeing her sad.
I shake the depressing thoughts out of my head and take pleasure in where my life is now. I have a good relationship, a growing and mature one. We stay at each others places, sometimes just holding each other, no words needed. We talk nonchalantly about the future, moving in together - I've even told Dad that Verity may be 'the one'. We make love and I feel more than just satisfied. I feel my heart and mind opening to things. I find myself trusting people more. All of this is owed Verity... and to my best friend, my brother, Charlie. We both have grown so much in six years. No one could have a better pain in the neck for a brother as I do.
I turn my head and give Charlie a nod. He's sitting in the dugout, the assistant coach to the team. He writes something down in his notebook before he gives me a big thumbs up.
I chuckle to myself and then see Dad next to Verity. Amita is with him and they are cheering and clapping. I scan the crowd further and my eyes land on Megan and Larry. They look so happy, filled with love and joy. It was six months ago that Megan decided to leave the bureau and get her doctorate in Psychology. It was four months later that Larry and her were married and, to top it all off, they announced a week ago that she is expecting. They have one of the best relationships I have ever seen. I know like the stars they will last billions of years and burn bright.
I snap back into the moment, hearing the yelling as Colby takes off to first - loading up the bases for me to bring them all home. I saunter up to the plate, full of confidence and swagger, my best game face on. My past experience as a ball player tells me that I have the pitcher right where I want him. I can tell he is pretending that I don't scare him but I've already had three hits off of him today - I totally scare him. I take a couple of swings and settle into my first pitch, digging my heels in. The first pitch is a strike, the second a ball but that third, I hit it squarely on. It flies, flies out to left field. Yes, I fist pump. It's a home run.
"Yes!"
My teammates start to head for home as I take off to round the plates. My friends, family, and Verity are on their feet, cheering me on as I round second base.
"Woooooh! Don! Whooooh!"
I wave to them, grinning foolishly. I'm on my way towards home, my team coming out of the dug out to high five me.
"Don Eppes is the man!" I hear, and throw my head back, laughing.
I reply, "Yes, I am!"
I think to myself as I look over at Verity one more time, Life is good.