FIC: "Silent Hunt," 2/? (Don/Robin, Charlie, Alan, OFC, PG-13)
Title: "Special delivery."
Series: Silent Hunt, Part 2/?
Characters: Don/Robin, Charlie, Alan, OFC, David, Colby, Megan
Genre: HET.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: 4.13 - "Black Swan."
Warnings: None.
Summary: Someone leaves and someone returns.
Feedback: I love it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own the original ideas and my OCs.
Beta: The lovely toomuchfandom, who helped to choose this chapter's title, too. Thank you, hon!
Previous chapter: Part 1 - A childhood friend (Colby/OFC, Don, Charlie, Alan, PG-13)
Silent hunt
Part 2: “Special delivery”
The morning came and it was very cold, because the snow in L.A. was completely historical and unexpected. With the horrible weather, Don had decided to crash on the couch, and the next morning he woke up very early. I have the right to get a cup of coffee. This used to be my house, after all.
Rubbing his eyes to get the grumpy expression off his face, he went to the kitchen and found that the coffee maker was already working. Charlie.
He turned around and there it was his brother stepping into the kitchen with his hands full of papers. “Oh, good morning, Don.”
“Good morning.” Don couldn’t restrain a yawn, and he opened his arms trying to stretch. “When will the coffee be ready?”
“In a second.”
“Ok.”
Stumbling a little, Don leaned on the counter and yawned again.
“It seems you’ve slept well,” Charlie muttered, smiling while he looked at his equations.
“Yeah… The couch was as comfy as I remembered it to be,” Don said, joking. The sofa obviously wasn’t the first place he’d choose to sleep on. “But after last night, I was so tired I slept like a rock. Snow in L.A.? C’mon!”
Charlie went to lean on the counter beside him. “Snow and Sarah’s arrival. Her return has been exciting, hasn’t it?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, look at her; she’s a professional and all, kind of like you. I guess the part of her that had something to do with me when we were kids was beaten by the intellectual side that was attached to you.”
“Maybe… But who knows? She could work for the NSA and we’d never know about it unless we actually had to work on a case together.”
That made Don remember something. He smiled and said, “Yeah, don’t even mention that. I’m still a little upset that you never told me that about yourself.”
“If I would have told you, I would have been forced to kill you,” Charlie said, laughing.
“You’d kill your own brother?” Don joked.
“I’d try to do my best not to, but if the Agency found-”
“Oh, god, what are you two talking about?” Alan’s voice surprised both brothers and they laughed together. Their father seemed to have stepped into the room and taken their words seriously.
Within a second, Charlie held his father and clarified everything. “We were just kidding, Dad. Of course we’d never hurt each other.”
Alan simply shook his head. “Well, don’t give your father heart attacks from silly jokes, ok?”
Don and Charlie laughed again, and then the oldest brother asked, “Hey, where’s Sarah, by the way? Is she still sleeping?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her yet. Maybe she is,” Alan muttered, and Charlie shook his head, meaning that he didn’t know anything about her either.
And then someone stumbled with her stuff while she walked down the stairs.
The three men went to meet her and saw her trying to bring her huge suitcases downstairs.
“What are you doing?” Don asked. He frowned when he actually saw how she looked like now. Her hair was ruffled, her clothes were all wrinkled; but the strangest thing was that Sarah was wearing glasses. Don remembered that she’d never had any kind of problem with her eyes when she was a little girl. She looked so nervous now, so different from the nice, confident woman who had arrived to the house last night.
And yet, there was something that hadn’t changed. Sarah still acted like a very sweet person. She smiled awkwardly and said, “I’m leaving. I’m so sorry, guys.”
“What?” Charlie said, going towards her. “But you just got here. We were expecting you to stay for a few days…”
“And one night was more than enough for me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Don had taken that as some kind of offensive statement.
She ran her hands through her hair and took off her glasses. “Oh, it sounded so awful. I didn’t mean to say that I wasn’t happy to stay here, because I was. I’m just saying that… I don’t think it’s the right thing to do, since we haven’t talked in a long time… I need to find a place for myself.”
Hold on, hold on right there. “Why? It’s ok that you-”
“I… I really have to go.”
Don thought about the reasons she may have to want to leave. Obviously, Charlie was doing the same thing, because he asked, “Are you in trouble? ‘Cause you know, maybe we could help you…”
“No, no. I appreciate it, believe me, but I really need to get a hotel room. That way, I’ll feel comfortable enough about everything.”
Don was about to say something else when his cell phone rang. “Eppes. Yeah, ok. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” There was a new case. “I need to go,” he announced, and after that he looked at Charlie, who ran towards Sarah and tried to make her change her mind for the last time.
It didn’t work. She shook her head again and asked them to let her get a hotel room. There was a cab outside already, waiting for her. She had called it before coming downstairs. “Please, I need to do this… Maybe someday I’ll be able to tell you why.”
Charlie was speechless. “But Sarah… we don’t understand…”
“It’s not about you, guys. It really isn’t. I just have some… issues. Issues I really can’t talk about right now. I’m so sorry.” She squeezed Charlie’s shoulder and went through the door.
“Take care,” he told her.
Now Don went towards the door too, and watched her hand the cab-driver her luggage. “Will you call us, sometime?”
She was about to get into the car when she said, “Yeah… I will, don’t worry about me.” Now Sarah smiled, looking a little bit similar to the person she had been the day before. Then she got in the cab and waved her hand.
Don lifted her hand, smiling, not quite sure about what to think of her actions. But she said she’d call, and that eventually, she’d tell us what’s going on with her. Then he turned to his brother. “I don’t get it. Why did she leave, just like that?”
“I don’t know, it makes no sense,” Charlie agreed, taking a deep breath.
“It looked like she was running away from something… or someone. But I don’t think we’re the ones that are scaring her, so… no idea what is going on in that head of hers,” Alan added.
There was no point continuing discussing the issue, the only thing they could was wait to get news from her. “Ok, I gotta go to work. Let me know if Sarah calls, ok?” Don muttered, and he went to grab his keys.
“Yeah, I gotta go to CalSci, too,” Charlie responded.
Once Don got his keys, he left the house. “Bye, Charlie.”
When Don got to the office, he found the team waiting for him with a tense expression on their faces. “Wow… What’s going on?”
Everybody looked at each other, like they were deciding who was going to speak first. Is the news so bad that they’re afraid of what I might say? That’s crazy. I’ve always been able to control myself.
And then Megan said, “It’s about… one of the last cases we had…”
“Which one?” Don asked.
“Do you remember… Isaac Meechum, the guy that wanted to blow up that meth lab?”
Don got immediately nervous. Meechum was a person who had been stuck in his brain for a few months, now. There was something about him that usually slipped into his dreams, like his instinct was trying to tell him something. “Yeah… I remember. What about him?”
It was David’s turn to talk. “He’s been given a chance to have access to a trial.”
“You’re kidding.”
“He’s not,” Colby muttered, shaking his head.
“The guy was some kind of terrorist, and they’re letting him…” Now Don walked around the room, trying to concentrate on what was really important, and that was his new relationship, his family, his job. He didn’t need to get so worried for a person that would mostly not get that trial. “You know what? I don’t care. He’s not going to win that, anyway,” he stated, and he was sure of it. “So, did anything else, happen?”
“Well, there’s another case we need to get our hands on,” Colby said, and then things started to get a little better. Even if trying to find a drug dealer wasn’t exactly thrilling, at least Isaac Meechum had nothing to do with it.
Don spent his entire day feeling tired and annoyed by the news he had received. But he knew that when duty was over, he could always go to see Robin and ask her to take him in her arms to calm him down.
“Hey,” she said when she opened her door for him. “Are you ok? You look exhausted.”
“That’s because I am.” He entered her apartment and kissed her on the lips. “How are you? ‘Cause I’d love it if you said to me you’re great. I could use some ‘cheering up’ from my favorite attorney,” he added, smiling sweetly.
“Ok… I could be ‘great’ if you’d want me to,” Robin teased him, kissing him again. Then she broke the kiss and went towards her kitchen. “Would you like to eat something? We could call for a pizza, since I don’t really have that much time to prepare home-made food with my job and everything…”
“Yeah, let’s call for a pizza. Now that you mentioned it, I’m pretty hungry… of a lot of things…” Don loved to play these little games with Robin, he adored been able to do that with her, without feeling that what they had wasn’t really going to last.
He smiled, making her lips curve in an adorable smirk while she grabbed her cell phone.
An hour and a half later, they were lying on the bed together, eating some Chinese food. Apparently, the pizza hadn’t been enough for Don. They were laughing while they kissed softly, the TV screen showing them the images of an old movie.
And then the apartment’s door bell rang.
Don broke their kiss and talked very close to her lips. “Were you expecting someone?”
She laughed sweetly and looked deep into his eyes. “No. I arranged this time to be only for you, like the other day when you chose to spend your whole afternoon with me.”
“And I thought my arrival had been a surprise…” he teased, and he added, “So this is some kind of deal to you?”
“Yeah… and we both win.”
Smiling, they kissed each other while holding hands. The bell rang again.
“Oh, damn it,” she said after she broke the kiss this time. Then Robin started to get up, but Don held her hand firmly.
“Don’t go… Stay here…”
She laughed again and playfully muttered, “Don, would you give me back my hand, please?”
“No… you said ‘No work’.”
“Yeah… but who knows, this could be important.”
As she seemed determined to get that call, Don immediately got up. “Ok, I’m taking care of it.”
“Taking care of what?”
“Of answering the door.”
Now Robin seemed to be a little annoyed. “I don’t need you to be my bodyguard, Don. I can do that myself. I’ve dealt with a lot of criminals, I’m perfectly capable of…”
“Hey, look,” her lover stated with a serious tone of voice. “Someone tried to kill you before. I’m not letting anyone get close to you without me checking them first, ok?”
“But…”
“I do it because I care about you. Would you let me take care of that door, just in case?”
Taking a deep breath, Robin looked into his eyes and said, “Fine… Go.”
They walked towards the door. “You stay there until this is safe,” Don asked her.
“Whoever that was there must have left already. We’ve been discussing about this for the last five minutes, and he or she hasn’t called again.”
Still, Robin waited at the door of the living room, waiting for Don to see who had come to her apartment. He finally opened the door, and no one was there.
But there was a little wrapped up package, similar to a gift, on the floor. He checked that no one was in the corridor, and then he grabbed it carefully.
When Don closed the door, Robin asked, “What’s that?”
“I don’t know. Let’s see.” Don put the package on the table. “Please, step way from it, just in case something happens.”
“Do you think it’s some kind of bomb?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she insisted. “I don’t have a case at the moment and besides-”
“I said I don’t know!” Don yelled, and then he apologized for that. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
She didn’t answer; Robin simply crossed her arms and waited for him to do what he wanted.
Slowly, Don opened the gift. It was a little cardboard box, and inside it had a cell phone and a note.
Dear Special Agent Eppes,
A special delivery for you.
My voice will be heard.
At my trial, through my story, it will get out.
“What is it?” Robin asked for the second time, probably because Don wasn’t saying anything.
“Um… maybe I shouldn’t…” He really didn’t want to worry her with the threatening note.
But she seemed not to let him do that. “Oh, c’mon, Don, just tell me. Aren’t you comfortable enough to share it with me?”
“No, no, it’s not that. I’m just… surprised,” Don muttered. “Look.”
When Robin approached him, he showed her what was in the box. “Oh my god… Who could have done this?”
“I don’t know,” Don muttered, and they both stared at the cell phone and the note, trying not to touch them just in case there were any fingerprints. “I don’t have any idea, but whoever sent this, has been following my every step.”
Series: Silent Hunt, Part 2/?
Characters: Don/Robin, Charlie, Alan, OFC, David, Colby, Megan
Genre: HET.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: 4.13 - "Black Swan."
Warnings: None.
Summary: Someone leaves and someone returns.
Feedback: I love it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own the original ideas and my OCs.
Beta: The lovely toomuchfandom, who helped to choose this chapter's title, too. Thank you, hon!
Previous chapter: Part 1 - A childhood friend (Colby/OFC, Don, Charlie, Alan, PG-13)
Silent hunt
Part 2: “Special delivery”
The morning came and it was very cold, because the snow in L.A. was completely historical and unexpected. With the horrible weather, Don had decided to crash on the couch, and the next morning he woke up very early. I have the right to get a cup of coffee. This used to be my house, after all.
Rubbing his eyes to get the grumpy expression off his face, he went to the kitchen and found that the coffee maker was already working. Charlie.
He turned around and there it was his brother stepping into the kitchen with his hands full of papers. “Oh, good morning, Don.”
“Good morning.” Don couldn’t restrain a yawn, and he opened his arms trying to stretch. “When will the coffee be ready?”
“In a second.”
“Ok.”
Stumbling a little, Don leaned on the counter and yawned again.
“It seems you’ve slept well,” Charlie muttered, smiling while he looked at his equations.
“Yeah… The couch was as comfy as I remembered it to be,” Don said, joking. The sofa obviously wasn’t the first place he’d choose to sleep on. “But after last night, I was so tired I slept like a rock. Snow in L.A.? C’mon!”
Charlie went to lean on the counter beside him. “Snow and Sarah’s arrival. Her return has been exciting, hasn’t it?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, look at her; she’s a professional and all, kind of like you. I guess the part of her that had something to do with me when we were kids was beaten by the intellectual side that was attached to you.”
“Maybe… But who knows? She could work for the NSA and we’d never know about it unless we actually had to work on a case together.”
That made Don remember something. He smiled and said, “Yeah, don’t even mention that. I’m still a little upset that you never told me that about yourself.”
“If I would have told you, I would have been forced to kill you,” Charlie said, laughing.
“You’d kill your own brother?” Don joked.
“I’d try to do my best not to, but if the Agency found-”
“Oh, god, what are you two talking about?” Alan’s voice surprised both brothers and they laughed together. Their father seemed to have stepped into the room and taken their words seriously.
Within a second, Charlie held his father and clarified everything. “We were just kidding, Dad. Of course we’d never hurt each other.”
Alan simply shook his head. “Well, don’t give your father heart attacks from silly jokes, ok?”
Don and Charlie laughed again, and then the oldest brother asked, “Hey, where’s Sarah, by the way? Is she still sleeping?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her yet. Maybe she is,” Alan muttered, and Charlie shook his head, meaning that he didn’t know anything about her either.
And then someone stumbled with her stuff while she walked down the stairs.
The three men went to meet her and saw her trying to bring her huge suitcases downstairs.
“What are you doing?” Don asked. He frowned when he actually saw how she looked like now. Her hair was ruffled, her clothes were all wrinkled; but the strangest thing was that Sarah was wearing glasses. Don remembered that she’d never had any kind of problem with her eyes when she was a little girl. She looked so nervous now, so different from the nice, confident woman who had arrived to the house last night.
And yet, there was something that hadn’t changed. Sarah still acted like a very sweet person. She smiled awkwardly and said, “I’m leaving. I’m so sorry, guys.”
“What?” Charlie said, going towards her. “But you just got here. We were expecting you to stay for a few days…”
“And one night was more than enough for me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Don had taken that as some kind of offensive statement.
She ran her hands through her hair and took off her glasses. “Oh, it sounded so awful. I didn’t mean to say that I wasn’t happy to stay here, because I was. I’m just saying that… I don’t think it’s the right thing to do, since we haven’t talked in a long time… I need to find a place for myself.”
Hold on, hold on right there. “Why? It’s ok that you-”
“I… I really have to go.”
Don thought about the reasons she may have to want to leave. Obviously, Charlie was doing the same thing, because he asked, “Are you in trouble? ‘Cause you know, maybe we could help you…”
“No, no. I appreciate it, believe me, but I really need to get a hotel room. That way, I’ll feel comfortable enough about everything.”
Don was about to say something else when his cell phone rang. “Eppes. Yeah, ok. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” There was a new case. “I need to go,” he announced, and after that he looked at Charlie, who ran towards Sarah and tried to make her change her mind for the last time.
It didn’t work. She shook her head again and asked them to let her get a hotel room. There was a cab outside already, waiting for her. She had called it before coming downstairs. “Please, I need to do this… Maybe someday I’ll be able to tell you why.”
Charlie was speechless. “But Sarah… we don’t understand…”
“It’s not about you, guys. It really isn’t. I just have some… issues. Issues I really can’t talk about right now. I’m so sorry.” She squeezed Charlie’s shoulder and went through the door.
“Take care,” he told her.
Now Don went towards the door too, and watched her hand the cab-driver her luggage. “Will you call us, sometime?”
She was about to get into the car when she said, “Yeah… I will, don’t worry about me.” Now Sarah smiled, looking a little bit similar to the person she had been the day before. Then she got in the cab and waved her hand.
Don lifted her hand, smiling, not quite sure about what to think of her actions. But she said she’d call, and that eventually, she’d tell us what’s going on with her. Then he turned to his brother. “I don’t get it. Why did she leave, just like that?”
“I don’t know, it makes no sense,” Charlie agreed, taking a deep breath.
“It looked like she was running away from something… or someone. But I don’t think we’re the ones that are scaring her, so… no idea what is going on in that head of hers,” Alan added.
There was no point continuing discussing the issue, the only thing they could was wait to get news from her. “Ok, I gotta go to work. Let me know if Sarah calls, ok?” Don muttered, and he went to grab his keys.
“Yeah, I gotta go to CalSci, too,” Charlie responded.
Once Don got his keys, he left the house. “Bye, Charlie.”
When Don got to the office, he found the team waiting for him with a tense expression on their faces. “Wow… What’s going on?”
Everybody looked at each other, like they were deciding who was going to speak first. Is the news so bad that they’re afraid of what I might say? That’s crazy. I’ve always been able to control myself.
And then Megan said, “It’s about… one of the last cases we had…”
“Which one?” Don asked.
“Do you remember… Isaac Meechum, the guy that wanted to blow up that meth lab?”
Don got immediately nervous. Meechum was a person who had been stuck in his brain for a few months, now. There was something about him that usually slipped into his dreams, like his instinct was trying to tell him something. “Yeah… I remember. What about him?”
It was David’s turn to talk. “He’s been given a chance to have access to a trial.”
“You’re kidding.”
“He’s not,” Colby muttered, shaking his head.
“The guy was some kind of terrorist, and they’re letting him…” Now Don walked around the room, trying to concentrate on what was really important, and that was his new relationship, his family, his job. He didn’t need to get so worried for a person that would mostly not get that trial. “You know what? I don’t care. He’s not going to win that, anyway,” he stated, and he was sure of it. “So, did anything else, happen?”
“Well, there’s another case we need to get our hands on,” Colby said, and then things started to get a little better. Even if trying to find a drug dealer wasn’t exactly thrilling, at least Isaac Meechum had nothing to do with it.
Don spent his entire day feeling tired and annoyed by the news he had received. But he knew that when duty was over, he could always go to see Robin and ask her to take him in her arms to calm him down.
“Hey,” she said when she opened her door for him. “Are you ok? You look exhausted.”
“That’s because I am.” He entered her apartment and kissed her on the lips. “How are you? ‘Cause I’d love it if you said to me you’re great. I could use some ‘cheering up’ from my favorite attorney,” he added, smiling sweetly.
“Ok… I could be ‘great’ if you’d want me to,” Robin teased him, kissing him again. Then she broke the kiss and went towards her kitchen. “Would you like to eat something? We could call for a pizza, since I don’t really have that much time to prepare home-made food with my job and everything…”
“Yeah, let’s call for a pizza. Now that you mentioned it, I’m pretty hungry… of a lot of things…” Don loved to play these little games with Robin, he adored been able to do that with her, without feeling that what they had wasn’t really going to last.
He smiled, making her lips curve in an adorable smirk while she grabbed her cell phone.
An hour and a half later, they were lying on the bed together, eating some Chinese food. Apparently, the pizza hadn’t been enough for Don. They were laughing while they kissed softly, the TV screen showing them the images of an old movie.
And then the apartment’s door bell rang.
Don broke their kiss and talked very close to her lips. “Were you expecting someone?”
She laughed sweetly and looked deep into his eyes. “No. I arranged this time to be only for you, like the other day when you chose to spend your whole afternoon with me.”
“And I thought my arrival had been a surprise…” he teased, and he added, “So this is some kind of deal to you?”
“Yeah… and we both win.”
Smiling, they kissed each other while holding hands. The bell rang again.
“Oh, damn it,” she said after she broke the kiss this time. Then Robin started to get up, but Don held her hand firmly.
“Don’t go… Stay here…”
She laughed again and playfully muttered, “Don, would you give me back my hand, please?”
“No… you said ‘No work’.”
“Yeah… but who knows, this could be important.”
As she seemed determined to get that call, Don immediately got up. “Ok, I’m taking care of it.”
“Taking care of what?”
“Of answering the door.”
Now Robin seemed to be a little annoyed. “I don’t need you to be my bodyguard, Don. I can do that myself. I’ve dealt with a lot of criminals, I’m perfectly capable of…”
“Hey, look,” her lover stated with a serious tone of voice. “Someone tried to kill you before. I’m not letting anyone get close to you without me checking them first, ok?”
“But…”
“I do it because I care about you. Would you let me take care of that door, just in case?”
Taking a deep breath, Robin looked into his eyes and said, “Fine… Go.”
They walked towards the door. “You stay there until this is safe,” Don asked her.
“Whoever that was there must have left already. We’ve been discussing about this for the last five minutes, and he or she hasn’t called again.”
Still, Robin waited at the door of the living room, waiting for Don to see who had come to her apartment. He finally opened the door, and no one was there.
But there was a little wrapped up package, similar to a gift, on the floor. He checked that no one was in the corridor, and then he grabbed it carefully.
When Don closed the door, Robin asked, “What’s that?”
“I don’t know. Let’s see.” Don put the package on the table. “Please, step way from it, just in case something happens.”
“Do you think it’s some kind of bomb?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she insisted. “I don’t have a case at the moment and besides-”
“I said I don’t know!” Don yelled, and then he apologized for that. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
She didn’t answer; Robin simply crossed her arms and waited for him to do what he wanted.
Slowly, Don opened the gift. It was a little cardboard box, and inside it had a cell phone and a note.
Dear Special Agent Eppes,
A special delivery for you.
My voice will be heard.
At my trial, through my story, it will get out.
“What is it?” Robin asked for the second time, probably because Don wasn’t saying anything.
“Um… maybe I shouldn’t…” He really didn’t want to worry her with the threatening note.
But she seemed not to let him do that. “Oh, c’mon, Don, just tell me. Aren’t you comfortable enough to share it with me?”
“No, no, it’s not that. I’m just… surprised,” Don muttered. “Look.”
When Robin approached him, he showed her what was in the box. “Oh my god… Who could have done this?”
“I don’t know,” Don muttered, and they both stared at the cell phone and the note, trying not to touch them just in case there were any fingerprints. “I don’t have any idea, but whoever sent this, has been following my every step.”