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03 April 2011 @ 04:53 am
Thunder Road (#65 Burn, #309 West, Scrabble #201, #259 Trigger)  
Title: Thunder Road
Prompt: #65 Burn, #309 West, Scrabble #201, #259 Trigger
Author: ladygray99
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Charlie, Ian (but feel free to read as Charlie/Ian)
Word count: 4x100
Warnings/Spoilers: Toxin
Summary: Charlie is ready to hunt.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100 . This is what happens when I get Springsteen songs stuck in my head for two weeks.
Beta: none


Thunder Road (#65 Burn)

Charlie burned his copy of the divorce papers then went to pack his bag.

He loaded up his laptop and the Glock 19 he picked up during yet another Russian Mob case. After that went his most rugged clothes, no sports coats or ties.

He wrote and note for Don and his Father then went to sit on the porch.

The sun was low on the horizon when a dusty pickup arrived.

He threw his bags in the back and got in.

“So Professor, where are we going?” Ian asked.

“I don't care. Pick a direction, pick a case, drive.”


Long Time Comin' (#309 West)

The night after they caught McHugh Charlie stayed up and showed Ian all the math he could have used. Math for tracking and chasing. Ian saw the flash in Charlie's eyes and knew Charlie was a fellow hunter, even if he didn't know it yet. He whispered to Charlie to call him if he ever wanted to hit the road, learn the real thrill of the chase.

Ian had almost forgotten that night when the message came.

I'm ready to hunt.

Ian didn't ask why, or why now, that could come later. He just turned his truck west towards California.


One Step Up (Scrabble #201)

Charlie had the stamina of an academic and the stubbornness of an Eppes. He should have fallen and cried for mercy miles back, instead he pressed on, closer to their prey and further from all the things he was running from.

The Bureau had given him status as a 'traveling consultant' while Ian put him through one man, on the job, boot camp.

He saw Charlie's foot come down on a stone. He tumbled to the rocky ground and instantly began to push himself back up scrabbling on the loose earth, cursing under his breath.

Ian didn't move to help.


Wages of Sin (#259 Trigger)

They peered into a valley so idyllic Monet would have wept to paint it. Their prey was on the far side edging along the tree line. They had been given permission to shoot to kill. This one had no intention of coming in alive anyway.

Charlie peered through his own scope while Ian set his rifle. He could easily do the math Ian needed in his head letting them take shots from greater distances.

Charlie signed the pertinent numbers to Ian not willing to risk the echo of a voice.

Ian pulled the trigger.

Birds leapt from the valley floor.
 
 
 
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ladygray99ladygray99 on April 3rd, 2011 07:52 am (UTC)
I've had a ghost of a bunny floating around for awhile not about Charlie hunting with Ian but could never really get it going. I think this is about as close as I'm going to get so I'm glad you liked it.
Devo79devo79 on April 2nd, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)
Ian/Charlie is my favourite pairing in Numb3rs.

And Ian seems very um... Ian-y in this fic.
ladygray99ladygray99 on April 3rd, 2011 07:53 am (UTC)
:-) Well you know I'm a bit of an Ian/Charlie girl myself. ;-)
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ladygray99ladygray99 on April 3rd, 2011 07:53 am (UTC)
:)
Thank you.