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Title: Coming For You
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: General Season 2
Chapter: 1 of 1
Prompt: #115 - Cavort for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the show.
Summary: It should've been a routine case. A case goes wrong, and Don hurries to try and get to Charlie in time.
Warning: Not beta'd. Sorry guys; I'm running out of time here.
It should've been a routine case. A murder over narcotics, numerous interrogations, and finally Charlie had stepped forward with an answer. They'd gotten to the right place in time for the suspect to flee. Not before taking an agent down, though.
So they'd tried again, more desperate now because of the fatality of one of their own. They couldn't afford to miss him again. Charlie tried again to pinpoint where he'd be, and they raced across LA to catch him.
And missed him cavorting to the other side of the city to take Charlie.
“All agents, move in,” Don whispered into his radio. David and Colby were right behind him, while Megan took the right flank. They moved slowly but silently up the stairs of the old abandoned office building. Don could feel his muscles burning as he fought to keep from running up the stairs as fast as he could. He had to do this slowly, had to do this right, or Charlie was going to pay.
Charlie might've paid already, the traitorous voice inside of him whispered, and Don firmly shut it down. It'd taken them what felt like forever to find Kevin on their own, but Charlie would be fine. He had to be. Don would get him out, that bastard Kevin was going to prison for life, and he was never touching Charlie again.
A cry came from only a few stories above them, echoing through the stairwell and making Don's heart freeze in his chest. Then it was pounding more furiously than before as he raced up the stairwell, agents right behind him. Shouting now, not Charlie, and Don hurried through the door to the tenth floor.
Empty. A few walls left standing, most stripped down to their metal pole interior that was easy to see through. Don gripped his gun tighter and moved in further, silent again.
“The narcotics! C'mon professor; you found me, you can find the goddamn narcotics!”
Don swallowed hard even as he moved forward, gun tight in his sweating palms. Kevin sounded angry enough to kill, and the only thing keeping Charlie alive, right now, was the possibility of him helping Kevin.
Charlie's voice came through, weak but defiant, and crushed Kevin's only reason to let him live. “I'm not...I'm not helping you.” A pause, and when Charlie spoke again, it was with a firm whisper that made Don both proud of the kid and terrified for his life. “Go to hell.”
They were out of time. Any minute now, Kevin was going to put a bullet in Charlie's brain, and Don pushed himself forward, running as hard as he could to the opposite side of the room. He made his way around the single walls that stood, blocking his vision, until they weren't, and he could finally see everything for himself.
“FBI, freeze!” Don shouted. The scene froze, and Kevin stopped dragging Charlie across the floor by his hair. In the direction he'd been going, there was a crate with a gun on it, and it only made Don tighten his fingers around his own piece. Charlie was fighting back as best as he could, tears in his eyes, blood running from his temple.
Kevin didn't freeze. In a split second, he had a long blade pulled out, and the tip was pressed none too lightly against the skin underneath Charlie's chin. “Put the guns down,” Kevin ordered. Don glared at him, keeping his grip tight. Kevin narrowed his gaze and pulled harshly on Charlie's hair, wrenching a gasp and more tears. The blade continued to be pressed, and Kevin said again, “Put the guns down.”
“Let him go,” Don demanded, “and we'll talk.”
The blade was pushed upward, and Charlie whimpered as it pressed in, and blood began to drip down the knife. “I'll kill him,” Kevin threatened. “Put the guns down!”
“Shoot him,” Charlie rasped. “Jus'...jus' shoot him.”
Don swallowed hard against the nausea rising at the choice. If he didn't shoot, Kevin could go free, and do god knew what to Charlie in the process.
If he did shoot, Kevin would let go of Charlie's head, and the blade would sink right through his skull.
Don slowly brought both hands up, gun pointing at the ceiling. “Lower your weapons,” he ordered softly as he began to crouch, placing his gun on the floor. All the while, though, he kept his gaze locked on Kevin. Any small movement away from Charlie, and Don wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
The bastard stayed too close, though, and his grip was too firm. When the last gun had been placed on the ground, Kevin smirked. “'Preciate it,” he said smugly, and Don wanted to punch him. He only stayed still, however, raging inside when Kevin dragged Charlie all the way to his feet via his hair. “Move,” he ordered, blade still pressed against Charlie's throat.
There was another stairwell near them on this side of the building. Even as much as Don hated to let him go, Charlie would go free. That was all that mattered.
And Megan's team would be in that stairwell, coming up fast after having searched the perimeter.
Kevin made it to the stairwell doorway, Charlie still tight in his grasp. “Let him go,” Don said again, and dammit, all he wanted to do was just run forward and pull Charlie away. His brother was still struggling, but there really wasn't much he could do. Not with the knife.
A pause came, uneasy and tense, and Kevin stepped out through the doorway, holding Charlie in front of him. Don stepped forward slowly, ready to take Charlie when he was thrown. When he glanced up at Kevin, the man suddenly began to grin again. “I'll let you know where to find his corpse,” he said, right before he yanked Charlie back and ran up the stairwell with him.
“No!” Don shouted, already in action. His hand swept down and snagged his gun, and then he was running up the stairs, Colby swearing behind him. He could hear the heavy, quick footsteps above him, and caught a glimpse of dark, curly hair before the sound of a heavy metal door was heard. One flight of stairs, two flights of stairs, and the twelfth floor was the roof. Don darted through the door, running out with gun aimed, before he came to a halt.
Kevin was at the edge of the rooftop, Charlie still in his grasp. The knife was gone, vanished somehow between the two floors, and Don didn't care.
All he cared about was how damn close Kevin was to the edge. How close Charlie was to the edge.
Kevin's eyes were wild and angrier now, and Don moved forward with caution. “Doesn't have to end this way, Kevin; let him go, and come down,” he said in his best good-cop tone.
“Like hell,” Kevin spat, making Charlie flinch. “I'm not going to prison. I'm not!”
Don made another step forward, and Kevin took one back. He teetered slightly as his heel went over the edge, and Don froze, heart pounding in his ribcage. Charlie stayed right up against Kevin, trembling slightly. He flinched again when Kevin leaned down and spoke in his ear. Don strained to hear, but could only watch as Charlie paled even further.
Even before Kevin pulled away, Charlie's eyes moved forward and locked onto Don's. There was fear evident there, and his eyes glistened in the sun. He gave a watery smile even as the fear threatened to overtake it. “Goodbye,” he whispered.
Kevin stepped back, firmly off the edge of the roof, and Charlie tumbled down with him. Colby was cursing, David was shouting, and Don-
Don was running, diving for the edge, his stomach and shins hitting but he didn't care. He almost tumbled over the edge himself, his feet lifting off the ground, but his hand closed around Charlie's ankle. His brother gasped but stopped falling, and Kevin continued down to the ground.
Hands caught Don's own legs, hauling him back up. Don managed to reach down with his other hand, securing his grasp around Charlie. Slowly, slowly, slowly, and Charlie was finally back up on the roof. Before Charlie could even sit, Don grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in, holding onto him tightly. Charlie shook slightly under his hands, but he was there to shake, he was there, and that was all Don needed at that point.
He let David call in that the hostage was secure, and Colby deal with calling in Kevin. Don wasn't being an FBI agent at that point. Not when he was needed as a big brother more.
“I gotcha, buddy,” Don whispered, holding onto Charlie fiercely. “I gotcha.”
~Nebula
Title: Coming For You
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: General Season 2
Chapter: 1 of 1
Prompt: #115 - Cavort for
tamingthemuseDisclaimer: I own nothing of the show.
Summary: It should've been a routine case. A case goes wrong, and Don hurries to try and get to Charlie in time.
Warning: Not beta'd. Sorry guys; I'm running out of time here.
It should've been a routine case. A murder over narcotics, numerous interrogations, and finally Charlie had stepped forward with an answer. They'd gotten to the right place in time for the suspect to flee. Not before taking an agent down, though.
So they'd tried again, more desperate now because of the fatality of one of their own. They couldn't afford to miss him again. Charlie tried again to pinpoint where he'd be, and they raced across LA to catch him.
And missed him cavorting to the other side of the city to take Charlie.
“All agents, move in,” Don whispered into his radio. David and Colby were right behind him, while Megan took the right flank. They moved slowly but silently up the stairs of the old abandoned office building. Don could feel his muscles burning as he fought to keep from running up the stairs as fast as he could. He had to do this slowly, had to do this right, or Charlie was going to pay.
Charlie might've paid already, the traitorous voice inside of him whispered, and Don firmly shut it down. It'd taken them what felt like forever to find Kevin on their own, but Charlie would be fine. He had to be. Don would get him out, that bastard Kevin was going to prison for life, and he was never touching Charlie again.
A cry came from only a few stories above them, echoing through the stairwell and making Don's heart freeze in his chest. Then it was pounding more furiously than before as he raced up the stairwell, agents right behind him. Shouting now, not Charlie, and Don hurried through the door to the tenth floor.
Empty. A few walls left standing, most stripped down to their metal pole interior that was easy to see through. Don gripped his gun tighter and moved in further, silent again.
“The narcotics! C'mon professor; you found me, you can find the goddamn narcotics!”
Don swallowed hard even as he moved forward, gun tight in his sweating palms. Kevin sounded angry enough to kill, and the only thing keeping Charlie alive, right now, was the possibility of him helping Kevin.
Charlie's voice came through, weak but defiant, and crushed Kevin's only reason to let him live. “I'm not...I'm not helping you.” A pause, and when Charlie spoke again, it was with a firm whisper that made Don both proud of the kid and terrified for his life. “Go to hell.”
They were out of time. Any minute now, Kevin was going to put a bullet in Charlie's brain, and Don pushed himself forward, running as hard as he could to the opposite side of the room. He made his way around the single walls that stood, blocking his vision, until they weren't, and he could finally see everything for himself.
“FBI, freeze!” Don shouted. The scene froze, and Kevin stopped dragging Charlie across the floor by his hair. In the direction he'd been going, there was a crate with a gun on it, and it only made Don tighten his fingers around his own piece. Charlie was fighting back as best as he could, tears in his eyes, blood running from his temple.
Kevin didn't freeze. In a split second, he had a long blade pulled out, and the tip was pressed none too lightly against the skin underneath Charlie's chin. “Put the guns down,” Kevin ordered. Don glared at him, keeping his grip tight. Kevin narrowed his gaze and pulled harshly on Charlie's hair, wrenching a gasp and more tears. The blade continued to be pressed, and Kevin said again, “Put the guns down.”
“Let him go,” Don demanded, “and we'll talk.”
The blade was pushed upward, and Charlie whimpered as it pressed in, and blood began to drip down the knife. “I'll kill him,” Kevin threatened. “Put the guns down!”
“Shoot him,” Charlie rasped. “Jus'...jus' shoot him.”
Don swallowed hard against the nausea rising at the choice. If he didn't shoot, Kevin could go free, and do god knew what to Charlie in the process.
If he did shoot, Kevin would let go of Charlie's head, and the blade would sink right through his skull.
Don slowly brought both hands up, gun pointing at the ceiling. “Lower your weapons,” he ordered softly as he began to crouch, placing his gun on the floor. All the while, though, he kept his gaze locked on Kevin. Any small movement away from Charlie, and Don wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
The bastard stayed too close, though, and his grip was too firm. When the last gun had been placed on the ground, Kevin smirked. “'Preciate it,” he said smugly, and Don wanted to punch him. He only stayed still, however, raging inside when Kevin dragged Charlie all the way to his feet via his hair. “Move,” he ordered, blade still pressed against Charlie's throat.
There was another stairwell near them on this side of the building. Even as much as Don hated to let him go, Charlie would go free. That was all that mattered.
And Megan's team would be in that stairwell, coming up fast after having searched the perimeter.
Kevin made it to the stairwell doorway, Charlie still tight in his grasp. “Let him go,” Don said again, and dammit, all he wanted to do was just run forward and pull Charlie away. His brother was still struggling, but there really wasn't much he could do. Not with the knife.
A pause came, uneasy and tense, and Kevin stepped out through the doorway, holding Charlie in front of him. Don stepped forward slowly, ready to take Charlie when he was thrown. When he glanced up at Kevin, the man suddenly began to grin again. “I'll let you know where to find his corpse,” he said, right before he yanked Charlie back and ran up the stairwell with him.
“No!” Don shouted, already in action. His hand swept down and snagged his gun, and then he was running up the stairs, Colby swearing behind him. He could hear the heavy, quick footsteps above him, and caught a glimpse of dark, curly hair before the sound of a heavy metal door was heard. One flight of stairs, two flights of stairs, and the twelfth floor was the roof. Don darted through the door, running out with gun aimed, before he came to a halt.
Kevin was at the edge of the rooftop, Charlie still in his grasp. The knife was gone, vanished somehow between the two floors, and Don didn't care.
All he cared about was how damn close Kevin was to the edge. How close Charlie was to the edge.
Kevin's eyes were wild and angrier now, and Don moved forward with caution. “Doesn't have to end this way, Kevin; let him go, and come down,” he said in his best good-cop tone.
“Like hell,” Kevin spat, making Charlie flinch. “I'm not going to prison. I'm not!”
Don made another step forward, and Kevin took one back. He teetered slightly as his heel went over the edge, and Don froze, heart pounding in his ribcage. Charlie stayed right up against Kevin, trembling slightly. He flinched again when Kevin leaned down and spoke in his ear. Don strained to hear, but could only watch as Charlie paled even further.
Even before Kevin pulled away, Charlie's eyes moved forward and locked onto Don's. There was fear evident there, and his eyes glistened in the sun. He gave a watery smile even as the fear threatened to overtake it. “Goodbye,” he whispered.
Kevin stepped back, firmly off the edge of the roof, and Charlie tumbled down with him. Colby was cursing, David was shouting, and Don-
Don was running, diving for the edge, his stomach and shins hitting but he didn't care. He almost tumbled over the edge himself, his feet lifting off the ground, but his hand closed around Charlie's ankle. His brother gasped but stopped falling, and Kevin continued down to the ground.
Hands caught Don's own legs, hauling him back up. Don managed to reach down with his other hand, securing his grasp around Charlie. Slowly, slowly, slowly, and Charlie was finally back up on the roof. Before Charlie could even sit, Don grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in, holding onto him tightly. Charlie shook slightly under his hands, but he was there to shake, he was there, and that was all Don needed at that point.
He let David call in that the hostage was secure, and Colby deal with calling in Kevin. Don wasn't being an FBI agent at that point. Not when he was needed as a big brother more.
“I gotcha, buddy,” Don whispered, holding onto Charlie fiercely. “I gotcha.”
~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-04 02:34 pm (UTC)Your're writing Numb3rs!!!
*twirls you*
There was fear evident there, and his eyes glistened in the sun. He gave a watery smile even as the fear threatened to overtake it. “Goodbye,” he whispered.
As always, wonderful...although *wag's finger* Another distraction from Uni?
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Date: 2008-10-05 03:04 am (UTC)And SQUEE! Quotage! *does the happy quotage dance* I'm glad you liked that part. And yeah, this was A) to keep me in the running for Taming, and B) a much needed distraction from an analysis, which is now done. Just needs to be typed up and prettied, so yay! ^_^
~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-04 02:37 pm (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2008-10-05 03:07 am (UTC)*looks over at multiplying breed*
You know what they say about bunnies. *headdesk*
And I'm SO glad you enjoyed it; it means a lot! You're a fantastic writer, and as this is my first Numb3rs fic...yeah. Gave me a huge smile when I read your comment. Thank you sweetpea!
~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-04 03:01 pm (UTC)Did you see last night's episode? It was great.
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Date: 2008-10-05 03:29 am (UTC)I've got another idea, but I've gotta ask a few questions first; I haven't seen seasons 3 or 4 or all of season 2, but I know enough from random clips as to what happened exactly.
And yes, last night's episode was made of WIN. ^_^
~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-04 04:48 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-10-05 03:30 am (UTC)~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-04 05:47 pm (UTC)*clings to Charlie* Oh, baby, that was too close. Should've known you'd be an angst whore in any fandom you'd write in. *pouts prettily*
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Date: 2008-10-05 03:32 am (UTC)Of COURSE I'mma be an angst whore! The hell else could I be, woman? ~_^ I'm an angst whore, and I'm PROUD OF IT. WOOT!
But yes. I fear that I'll pick on Charlie as much as I pick on Sam. They have so much in common! *rubs hands together gleefully* Mwahahahahahahahahaha!
*coughs and clears throat*
Seriously, though, if you thought it was good (and I know you'd try not to be biased, but I know you, don't gimme that look) and in character, then I'm ecstatic. Seriously.
~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-05 03:40 am (UTC)Like I said, shoulda known. Far be it for you to write something happy for once. But....maybe for a special occasion that's maybe possibly coming up three weeks from Monday? *innocent look*
*eyes Charlie and wonders if she should just grab him and run to keep him from your angst-whore ways*
Dude, it was awesome. I could totally see it in my head. Spot on. *HUGS*
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Date: 2008-10-08 02:50 am (UTC)Hey! I write happy endings! Did you see that happy ending? Huh? HUH???? (What day is this again? You should remind me. I haven't the faintest clue what you're talking about. ~_^)
*scowls and keeps Charlie and Sam behind her back* You stay away from them; Dean and Don can save them!
*hears noises behind her*
*turns to
watch floppy haired boys going at itlook*.............So. Not incest, at least, right? *headdesk* And zomg, Charlie/Sam. *dies* Don/Sam! *mind expanding rapidly* DEAN/CHARLIE HOMG. *brain explodes from hotness*
But yes. I'm really really REALLY happy you enjoyed it; I actually thought of you when I wrote this, because a) it's your fault I'm watching this fantastic show now, and b) you've been writing fantastic Numb3rs stuff for awhile. You KNOW these characters, so...yeah. Means a lot.
And then there's the fact that it's you, and biased or not, it means a lot to me. *kisses*
~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-08 03:09 am (UTC)I suppose.
Would've been happier if Don had taken him home and let Dean and/or Sam fuss over him, too*whistles innocently* (Why, it's the second most important day of the year! Right after your birthday, of course ^__~)*smirks* Aye, Dean and Don can save them
and then shag them senseless*does a little more innocent whistling*BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have the most insufferable grin, right now, you have no idea.
*beams and glomps you* I knew you'd love the show! Just like I knew you'd love SPN. *buffs nails on shirt* Awww! *hugs* At the moment, I know my OCs better than the characters, but that's a super compliment. *HUGS you some more*
*ducks head and smiles at you through her lashes* Ditto, love. *grabs you and snogs you senseless*
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Date: 2008-10-04 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-05 03:33 am (UTC)~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-05 06:37 am (UTC)You did it all so wonderfully, I could completely picture all the action in this fic as it was happening.
Don swallowed hard even as he moved forward, gun tight in his sweating palms. Kevin sounded angry enough to kill, and the only thing keeping Charlie alive, right now, was the possibility of him helping Kevin.
Charlie's voice came through, weak but defiant, and crushed Kevin's only reason to let him live. “I'm not...I'm not helping you.” A pause, and when Charlie spoke again, it was with a firm whisper that made Don both proud of the kid and terrified for his life. “Go to hell.”
Oh....oh boys. (Huh, when I have used that before?) Don's so nervous and Charlie! Charlie is all awesome and defiant and, gah, too close for comfort is what this was!
Even before Kevin pulled away, Charlie's eyes moved forward and locked onto Don's. There was fear evident there, and his eyes glistened in the sun. He gave a watery smile even as the fear threatened to overtake it. “Goodbye,” he whispered.
This would be where I was going "GRAB HIM! FKHLKJLDFSKL" *nods*
And then the end with Don being big brother instead of FBI agent...good Lord, I'm totally going to be spending part of my paycheck on box sets of Numb3rs and NCIS. I already know it. *facepalm*
This was fantabulous, Nebula, and I loved it and just YAY! :D
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Date: 2008-10-08 02:46 am (UTC)I'm really glad the action seemed plausible. That's been one of my biggest fears in writing this, because I'm not as familiar with the lingo and the action scenes that are so very obvious in this show, so yes. Hugely excited that it came out okay.
And SQUEEEEE! Quotage! *does the quotage dance* You just made my day. ^_^ (And I don't know where I've seen that before...*coughcoughI'msomeantobrotherscoughcough*) I know a lot of people, that I've written, like to sometimes portray Charlie as being really weak and sort of cowardly, since he never seems to react very well to bad things happening, such as guns going off or Don being shot. But to me, on his own, Charlie would be strong, much stronger than we generally see him, and stand firm for what he believed in, even if it meant his death. God, we see that in the current mess he's in! *loves her Charlie* But yes, I'm really glad that image came through strong. LOL
ROFLMAO I was afraid that scene was too clunky, but...apparently not! *sporfles* If I can make you yell at characters and flail on the keyboard, I think I'm okay. HEE!
Always glad to be a corruption when it involves fandomSorry abouthelpinghindering your paycheck choices! ~_^ I really wish they'd do more big brother Don, because damn, he'd be REALLY good at it. Which is why I love reading the fanfic instead, because they DO focus a lot on that. ^_^Thank you muches darling Nicole, and YAY back atcha! ^___________^
~Nebula