Fic: Pursuit 1/3 (Numb3rs, Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger, David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton)
Title: Pursuit 1/3
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“Thanks again.” Charlie said and pressed the cell phone more tightly against his ear. “I didn’t wanna leave the house all alone.”
“Don’t worry. Martin’s gone for the weekend anyway, so it’s not like I had anything better to do. Are you in the car? I can hear humming.”
“Yeah, we just left. You got your key, right?”
“I come in without knocking all the time. What do you think?”
“Just keep the burglars away.” Charlie chuckled. “You could try barking now and then.”
“I’m not barking.”
“You could if you tried …. But speaking of barking up the wrong tree, you had a visitor couple days ago.”
“Who?”
“That D.A. woman…. Whatever her name was?”
“Which one?”
“That fifty something one.”
“Steffy?”
“Yep. She called the office and they said you were here.”
“Where was I when that happened?”
“Remember when you were gonna come here for dinner, but Martin snatched you on the way here for that impromptu Spa trip?”
“I remember….” Don grinned. “Best massage I’ve ever had.”
“And you looked so cute after your facial…..” Charlie teased.
“I did not have a facial.”
“Cucumber mask…..”
“Fine, I had a facial. Happy?”
“Yep. The fridge is full so help yourself.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Just don’t have any wild parties.”
“Would I do that?”
“You were fifteen, mom and dad went to Boston for great-aunt Agatha’s funeral-”
“I mean would I do that now. Just take your man and your baby and go enjoy that ski trip or I’ll invite myself to join you.”
“We’re going already.”
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“I’m here.” David called from the door and kicked his shoes off. “Are you home?”
“In the living room.” Ian’s voice boomed from the other room and he followed it.
Ian was sitting on the couch and the coffee table was full of papers. “I got us the information about the process.”
“Great.” David slouched down next to him.
“If you don’t want to read them now, we can-”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then what?”
“Megan. Something’s wrong.”
“I know, you’ve been telling me that for the past three weeks.”
“I know, but it’s getting worse. She’s moody, temperamental, she has these temper tantrums and ten minutes later everything is normal again.”
“You want to go see her, don’t you?”
“Do you mind?”
Ian sighed. “I’ll go get my coat.”
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Don opened the door and left it half open to let the air in. He checked his caller ID and groaned. Few minutes later it rang again. This time he snapped it open.
“What do you want?”
“Why are you avoiding me?” Steffy demanded. “I’ve been calling you all day.”
“Not all day, all week. Several weeks, actually. And I’m not avoiding you, I just don’t wanna talk to you.”
“Why not?”
“Bye bye.” Don hung up. He took his over night bag and camped out on the couch.
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Ian took a look at Megan’s living room. She and David were talking in the kitchen and he had wanted to give them some privacy.
Everything was in order, only thing that really stuck out was the overstuffed bookshelf. Ian was about to turned back when he spotted it on the edge of the shelf. There was nothing weird or unusual about the sigh, but it made several things click in his mind.
Ian took the medicine bottle from the shelf and read the label, checking the dates and amounts. He poured all the white pills to his palm and counted them.
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Don was raiding the fridge when he heard noises from the living room. Footsteps.
He pulled out his gun and walked slowly to the door, pushing it open. The living room was dim, and the only source of light was the TV. He could see a dark figure on the couch.
Just as he was about to call the stranger, the front door was opened. Charlie walked in holding Helen in her baby carrier. He snapped the lights on and everyone froze on the spot.
Charlie’s eyes went from Don and his gun to the woman in black negligee who was laying on the couch. Both of them looked like a deer in the headlights.
“Don, I’m pretty sure I said it before I left.” Charlie commented. “No wild parties.”
TBC