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27 November 2008 @ 08:53 am
A Woman Waits for Me 7/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
: 7/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – Charlie pulls the trigger on a gun and sets off more than a bullet.
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 4,076
Warning: Slash, Het, Misuse of butter, discussion of BDSM gone bad.
Disclaimer: Numb3rs belongs to other people who are not me. I’m not making any money from this though I wish I were.
Previous Chapters: Part 4 of Whitman ‘verse. 1 2 3 4 5 6
Authors Notes: There is a one word reference to something said in a previous story. If you find it you’ll get a big hunk of plot before anyone else. Shout out if you find it. Happy hunting.
Betas:swingandswirl and riverotter1951 


Part 7
The Sound of Gunfire

“Hey, Charlie, the spaghetti’s good tonight.” Don said.

“Oh, thanks.” Charlie said distractedly from pushing noodles around his plate.

“They’ll be plenty of leftovers for Dad when he gets back.”

“Uh hunh” Charlie muttered.

Don looked at Colby across the table, who shrugged and shook his head. Don looked at Charlie and tried to figure out if this was a deep in math thought mood or deep in other thoughts mood. Don took another bite of spaghetti and tried to read Charlie’s mind. Difficult at the best of times. Charlie put down his fork and sat up a bit straighter. He looked first at Don then and Colby.

“I’d like one or both of you to teach me how to shoot.” he announced. Colby’s fork froze half way to his mouth. Don had to swallow quickly so he didn’t choke.

“You’ve shot a gun Charlie.” Don said quickly.

“I’m not talking about pulling a trigger on a pre set rifle. I mean I feel I should learn how to shoot a handgun, preferably a Glock 19, 22, or 23 since they are the weapons I am statistically most likely to come in contact with.”

“Why, Charlie?” Colby asked.

“Every day I calculate the likelihood of each of you coming home down to six digits. It’s actually a very complicated equation with multiple ever-changing variables depending on the type of case being worked, last qualifying round, type of protection worn, etcetera. The last time I was in the office, I applied the formula to myself, and didn’t like the results.”

“Come on, Charlie, it’s not like you go on busts or anything.” Don said.

“And yet I seem to find myself dodging bullets at least once a year.”

“Just because you can shoot back doesn’t make their aim worse.” Don argued.

“Actually, yes it does. I’m not talking about carrying a weapon on a regular basis, however if I find myself in a situation of last resort...”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Colby cut in seriously. Don shot him a hard look. “You’re around guns, you consult for people with guns and not just us, if something ever goes...completely to shit you should be able to shoot back.”

“Thank you.” Charlie said softly.

Don looked between the two of them. “Okay. Just promise me you won’t tell dad.”


Colby handed his Bureau-issue Glock over to Charlie. He didn’t carry it any more, it just sat in its case under his bed, but it was a 23 like Don’s. Last night he and Don had sat at Colby’s small kitchen table and made Charlie go through the basic weapon maintenance procedures, cleaning, disassembling and reassembling. It was interesting and had given Colby an idea of just what kind of an instructor Don must have been at the Academy. Apparently the ability to teach was not limited to Charlie.

Colby was never able to forget just how good Charlie was at math but, with the exception of golf, he’d forgotten just how quick a study Charlie was at other things as well. Don hadn’t even needed to show him how to put the Glock back together once it was disassembled. He just ran the procedure in reverse in his head. It took under two minutes.

Don and he had looked at each other across the table, both trying to hide vaguely horrified expressions. The gun looked painfully wrong in Charlie’s hands and he left a trace of chalk dust on the grip- and yet, Charlie had steadied something inside himself and his hands never shook or faltered once.

Charlie held the gun and pointed it downrange. He had pulled his ever-lengthening curls out of the way with a rubber band and had worn utilitarian black.

“Don’t worry about aim too much this first round. Just take your time with each shot, get used to the recoil.” Don said.

“Spread your feet a little wider.” Colby advised.

“And you want to squeeze with your whole hand, don’t just pull with one finger.”

“Square your shoulders a bit.”

Charlie nodded and shifted a little. “Okay.”

Don and Colby snapped on their hearing guards and Charlie pulled off a shot. His arms sprung back from the recoil and he mouthed a small curse.

“It’s okay.” Don said. “It’s always a little more than you expect.”

Charlie shifted again and squeezed the trigger a second time. This time his arms remained steady.

“Good, good.” Colby said.

Charlie took a deep breath and fired again and again, with each shot his breathing became smoother and body developing a stillness that made Colby shiver. When he fired 13 rounds he carefully set the gun down and looked at Don. Don pressed the button to bring the target forward.

“Not bad.” Don said looking at the target. It wouldn’t have passed a qualifying review, but all but one shot actually went through the figure.

“It’s not great either.” Charlie said.

“Hey, it’s better than your first golf game.”

“Or your last one.” Colby said, earning himself a quick, dirty look.

Don handed Charlie another clip. “You’re pulling to the left. Loosen up your right a bit to catch a little more of the recoil. Reload and do it again.”

Charlie ejected the spent clip, slipped in the new one with a snap, and did it again.

By the third clip Charlie had found his rhythm, his body was steady and his face serious. Colby looked at Don and Don looked back. For a moment it was like they could read each others’ minds. Colby shivered a bit.

Charlie finished the clip and brought the target forward. Don looked at it.

“Congratulations, buddy. You just passed your first basic qualification in three clips. That might be a record.”

“It’s all vectors, velocities, and trajectories.” Charlie said calmly. “I just did the math.”

Colby watched as this time Don shivered a little.


Colby pushed his vegetables around his plate.

“You know, those vegetables aren’t going to eat themselves.” Charlie said.

“You sound like my mother.”

“I sound like my mother.”

Colby sighed. “Charlie, are you planning on going shooting again?”

Charlie shrugged. “I figured once a month, just to make sure I don’t forget anything. Why?”

A frown creased Colby’s face. “Could you...Do you think you’d be able to go alone?”

“I guess, but...what’s up?”

Colby pushed the food around his plate. “I just...I just really don’t like seeing you with a gun in your hand. It really just...”

“You’re the one who agreed that it was a good idea.”

“I know. And I still think it’s a good idea it doesn’t mean I have to like the visual.”

“It’s just a tool, Colby, like my chalk holder.” Charlie said before taking another bite of his dinner.

Colby put down his fork. “No. It’s...I saw something today that...that scared me and I know Don saw it too and...”

“What did you see?”

Colby let out a puff of air. “I saw Special Agent Charles Eppes. It was like I was looking into another dimension and there he was and he scared me.”

Charlie laughed. “Come on. I would be a disgrace of an FBI agent.”

Colby shook his head. “No, you wouldn’t. That’s the thing. You’re so damn smart, Charlie, and so very good at damn near anything you put your hand to, and when you were on the range today you got this focus, a lot like Don, really, and I could see you as clearly as anything, I could see you with a sniper rifle, I could see you in TAC gear, I could see you as a team lead, I could see you kicking in doors, interrogating suspects and it just fucking scared me.”

“Colby, I’m not about to sign up for Quantico. Dad would never forgive me and the pay cut wouldn’t be worth it, and even if I did I would still be me.”

Colby shook his head again. “That’s the thing. If I worked for Special Agent Charles Eppes instead of Special Agent Don Eppes I would have full respect for you, you’d probably be one hell of a team lead and I’d follow your lead into hell and back but...” Colby shrugged. “I fell in love with this sweet, goofy, sexy, poetic math teacher that always smells a little like chalk...I don’t know what I would do with a Charlie that smelled like gun oil and interrogation rooms.”

“Could you really see me interrogating someone?”

“Yes! That’s the point. I have three years of interrogation with the Army and more than a few with the FBI. I could probably teach you everything I know in a couple of hours and if you put as much focus into it as you put into hitting that target today you could have suspects in tears inside a week.”

Charlie let out a long sigh. “Colby, that’s not me.”

“I know and I’m damn glad of it. I mean, I think would have fallen for you it whatever weird parallel dimension the universe throws up but it would be very, very different.”

Charlie nodded. “Okay. It’s okay. For your peace of mind, Special Agent Charles Eppes will be kept well from view.”

“Thank you.” Colby said with a sigh.

“Though that will put a crimp in my plan to nick a couple of thigh holsters for your birthday.”

Colby’s brain froze. “What?”

“Well, deny it all you like, but I’ve seen you ogle Don when he’s in TAC gear.”

“Everyone ogles Don in TAC gear. It’s the only way he gets laid.”

“Yeah. So I was thinking for your birthday I could dig up that pair of black jeans that are a little too small, get a hold of a couple of thigh holsters for the night, maybe even a vest...” Colby swallowed hard. Charlie leaned in close. “I was even going to let you call me, sir.” Something shorted out in Colby’s brain.

He stood up carefully, walked calmly around the table, and yanked Charlie up into a searing kiss. Charlie melted against him, fingers clutching hard enough to bruise. Both collapsed onto the nearest horizontal surface, which happened to be the table top. Charlie’s dinner hit the floor.

Hands quickly yanked down pants and shorts, kicking them off. Fingers clawed and pinched while mouths sucked and bit. Charlie’s hand went from the butter dish to Colby’s cock. Colby didn’t have to be told twice. Or even once, for that matter. He got both feet back down on the floor and Charlie slid down to the edge of the table and drew his knees to his chest.

With a quick thrust, Colby was in and saw stars as Charlie squeezed down on his cock tight enough to hold him in place. Charlie clawed at the table sucking deep breaths before loosing up enough to let Colby thrust with wild need.

Neither lasted long. Colby wrapped his hand around Charlie’s cock, roughly jerking him off. Charlie clamped down again and his cum splattered across his chest, drawing out a bellowing orgasm from Colby.

Colby doubled over, leaning his head against Charlie’s cum splattered stomach to catch his breath while Charlie’s legs dangled from the table.

Charlie gave a blissed out giggle. “We need more butter.”

Colby chuckled. “First we need a shower.”

“Can we do something kinky in the shower?”

Colby groaned slightly. “Sure, Professor. What did you have in mind?”


Anne hit the reply button on her end of the door buzzer with her brush.


‘Anne, it’s Don. Can I come up?’

“I’m painting.”

‘Please?’ She heard Don say softly through the speaker.

She pushed the buzzer on the bottom door. She closed her eyes and listened. Over the sound of the street she could barely hear someone climb the stairs. It was a long time before she heard a knock. She opened the door. Don leaned against the door frame, eyes that always looked so focused and alive seeming dark and far away. There were white bandages across his knuckles.

“Are you okay?” she asked carefully.

Don shook his head. “I’ve had a bad day. Can I just watch you paint?” Anne read the pleading in Don’s eyes.

“Come on in.” Anne moved aside and Don dragged himself into the apartment. She looked at him closely, not just his face, which was her favorite part. His black jeans and t-shirt seemed almost painted on, he could have walked into any club in the city just like that, of course he’d have to remove the three guns first. Anne had usually only ever seen him with the one. Even when they had first met at the bank, the rifle he had slung over his back had really just registered as an abstract object, black on black. A thing, not really a gun. The three he had now seemed larger and menacing, as if they weighed more than they should and were pulling him down.

Don collapsed on the battered couch that allowed a view of her work space. He closed his eyes. Anne carefully ran her fingers across his hair as she went back to her canvas. Don made the slightest of noises but seemed to be falling asleep. Anne wondered if you should sleep with guns strapped to you, if it was like sleeping with a bra on or contacts in.

Anne looked at the painting she’d been working on, Icarus spinning about in the air with the birds, joy in every line of his body. Anne put it aside and picked up a blank canvas. With a thick pencil she roughed out lines. The couch, the table behind it. Don’s arms and legs splayed out, his head to the side, eyes closed. She could barely make out the soft rise and fall of his chest. She penciled in the shirt, the line of muscles in his arms, tense but weary. When she had that she began to pencil in the guns and the way the straps bound into flesh, Don opened his eyes, almost like he could feel what she’d been drawing.

She put down the pencil and went to him. It was almost disconcerting, the way he was looking at her. Like she was an angel or something, come to take him away. Anne crouched down in front of Don and carefully unclipped each holster and put it gently on the couch next to him. She had expected him to object or at least comment but he just watched her. When the guns were gone she sat on the other side of him and pulled him to her. Don sighed and wrapped his arms around her so carefully, like he was afraid she would break.

“It’s okay, Don. I’m not made of glass.”

Don held her a little tighter. Anne shivered a little as his breath went along her neck. Over three months now, and they hadn’t had sex. Don had never once questioned why, even with his eyes. So many nights he just seemed content to do paperwork on her yellow Formica table while she painted, then pass out fully clothed next to her at two in the morning.

She pressed her lips to Don’s neck, Don’s hands began gently moving along her spine. Anne took a deep breath.

“Come to bed, Don.”

Anne stood and Don followed. She led Don to her narrow bed against one wall. She sat him down on the bed and kissed him. Don melted and his hands began to move. Clothes were peeled off slowly and gently. Anne almost wanted to cry at how Don was looking at her, touching her. Like he had never seen a woman, never touched one.

They lay down face to face, Anne lightly stroking her fingers along Don’s bare thigh.

“It’s okay.” Anne said trying to reassure him though she wasn’t entirely sure about what.

“People keep telling me that.”

Don breached the gap of inches and kissed Anne with a passion that made her toes curl and a whimper escape her throat. Hands began roving again, touching, teasing, wrapping around, dipping in.

Anne pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air. Don Eppes was a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. She had the feeling that women who carried guns for a living didn’t put up with second rate sex. Someone, somewhere, had trained him very well. He twisted his fingers and Anne felt her body arch without thought. Don gave a chuckle. Anne tried to shake the gorgeous warm fog from her brain that Don’s fingers were putting there. She took a deep breath and pulled Don on top of her.

“Are you clean?” She managed to ask through the fog.

“Yes.” Don answered.

“Good.” Anne wrapped her legs around Don’s waist and drew him in. Don rolled his head back and closed his eyes. Anne gritted her teeth a little. It had been just a little too long for this to be completely comfortable. Don seemed to know and took his time, each movement slow and calculated. He opened his eyes and locked with hers. Anne saw that same focus she had seen in the back of that ambulance, the same look that had kept her awake that night until she had it down on paper, looking back at her again.

Anne felt a warmth begin to build. Don’s hands slid back down her body even as he began to pick up speed. Anne closed her eyes and let the feeling of someone else’s hands take her away for once.


Don giggled a bit to himself and kissed Anne’s elbow. He had been slowly working his way down Anne’s arm kissing every freckle he could find.

“What are you doing, Agent Eppes?” Anne asked lightly.

“I’m counting your freckles.”

Anne giggled. “Why?”

“‘Cause they’re there.”

“I see.” Don kissed another freckle. “You should see me in summer. I get burnt and turn into a giant freckle.”

Don kissed the inside of her arm. “How do you get burnt in LA? We have a homemade ozone layer.”

“I can get sunburnt in Alaska in winter.”

Don licked a freckle. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Anne giggled. Don grinned and took another lick. “That tickles.”

“Good to know.” Don said with a wicked grin. He licked and kissed his way down Anne’s inner arm, grinning at each little snicker and giggle Anne made. Anne’s laugh was quickly toping the list of his favorite sounds on earth. Not quite as high as the sound of a bat hitting a ball, but working up to it. Don kissed the inside of her wrist. A strange little message went from his lips to his brain. He stopped and looked at what he was kissing.

“What is it?” Anne asked.

Don sat up and gently took Anne’s thin wrist in his hands. He rubbed his thumb gently over white marks that had nearly faded into her pale skin.


Anne pulled her wrist away. “They’re not what you think.” She said quickly.

“Well they look like what happens when someone spends too much time fighting badly applied cuffs. Now, we run background checks on witnesses, so I know you don’t have a record so I don’t know what I think.” Anne scooted away a little and tried to hide her wrist under her arms. “Hey, whatever it is, it’s okay.”

Anne ran her fingers through her hair. “I was…I was into some bad shit when I was younger. Got into some bad places, a bad scene.”

“Bad scene, like what, sex wise?”

Anne shrugged. “Kinda bad scene all around but yeah sex was part of it. Spent too much time in a bad place then just kinda snapped out of it one night. Tried getting him to stop but…um…it was ignored.”

Don closed his eyes for a moment, he felt his stomach twist and turn, all the dark thoughts that usually featured Charlie suddenly featured Anne as well. “Did you…did you press charges?”

Anne shook her head. “No, I was pretty fucked up in those days, I managed to kick the guy in the nose, knock him out. One of the other people there got me out of the cuffs, took me to the emergency room. I called my granddad, he took me up to his place in the mountains. I spent a year up there just cleaning up, painting landscapes, getting my head together.”

Don rubbed his hand over his face. “Oh, god, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Don. It was a long time ago and it’s not your fault. You’re not the one who did it.”

Don shrugged. “I know, still. I mean depending on how long, there can be historic cases…”

“Don’t worry about it.”


“Special Agent Eppes, the man is dead.” Anne said sternly. “I heard about it when I got back. Billy, who was there full-time, snapped and gutted Frank with one of his own knives down in the dungeon then wrote out his confession in blood on the wall. Got a couple years on a psyche plea.”

“Are you sure?” Don asked.

“Got it from a good source. Though I was also told the confession was in iambic pentameter. Not sure how true that bit is.”

Don gently took one of Anne’s hands and kissed it. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I couldn’t have helped you then.”

Anne shook her head slowly. “Don, you wouldn’t have liked me then. I was ninety pounds; I had a shaved head, bright pink eyebrows, and a bad attitude. It was a decade ago and I was a tragic fucked up, strung out statistic waiting to happen. You would have looked at me and that’s all you would have seen.”

Don carefully brushed some hair away from Anne’s face. “I don’t think I could ever look at you at any point in your life and not see something remarkable.”

Anne lowered her head and gave a chuckle. “You are so sweet, Agent Eppes.”

“You’re pretty sweet yourself, Ms. Finnegan.”

Anne rolled her eyes and flopped back down on the bed. “God, don’t call me that.”

“What, you sound like your mother?”

Anne snorted. “Hell no, Finnegan is just the name of the guy my mom was fucking when I was born. Mind you, not the name of the guy she was fucking when I was conceived, just the guy she was fucking when I was born. I keep meaning to change it.”

“Why don’t you?”

Anne shrugged. “Well I’ve sold all my paintings under Anne Finnegan and unless you’re getting married it’s a pain in the ass to change your name.”

Don lay back down and looked at the ceiling trying to drive out the dark thoughts that had been stirred up with idol conversation. “What would you change your name to?”

“I don’t know. Maybe something hippyish, Anne Rainbowfeather.”

Don laughed. “I don’t think that’ll sell your paintings.”

“Well Rice is taken. How about Whitmore?”

“Very English.”


Don shook his head. “Serial killer, nine girls over two years.”

“Okay, non serial killer names. Napier?”

“Where’s that from?”

“I think it’s a town in New Zealand?”

Don thought about it. “You should go there first. It might be a sucky town.”

“True.” Anne giggled. “How about Eppes?” Don gave a bark of a laugh. “What’s so funny? I couldn’t be an Eppes?”

“Aside from the fact that you have way too cute a nose,” Don planted a kiss on the nose in question. “You are way too sane and together to be an Eppes. Seriously, being a head case is like a prerequisite.”

“Is it, now?”

“Yep. My mom was an obsessive organizer and she just married into it, Dad is still convinced the CIA had something to do with JFK, Charlie, god, Charlie is just bonkers and he’s got a high-end shrink to prove it.”

“And what about you, are you the stable normal one in the family?”

Don closed his eyes and drew Anne to him. “I’m the workaholic commitmentphobe with trust issues and way too many shootings in my jacket. Literally one week before I met you I sat in my brother’s living room at three in the morning and tried to eat my own gun.”

Don expected Anne to draw away; instead she snuggled into his chest. “I’m glad you didn’t do it.”

Don smiled and ran his fingers along her hair. “You know what? So am I.”

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Erin: zNumb3rs DonSadstarlettmalfoy on November 26th, 2008 09:05 pm (UTC)
*g* I seriously love Don even more now. Wow. I'm just so impressed by your dead on characterization of him. <3

I'm... not quite sure how I feel about the image of "Special Agent Charles Eppes". While, on the one hand, it would be interesting, and I agree that he would be damned good at it, I'm also with Colby and Don - it would be way disturbing.

I'd still love to see someone write something like that though. Haha, obviously it would probably have to be rather dark. But interesting nonetheless. :P

Thank you for another lovely chapter. I lurked around all day waiting for it. :P <3

Edited at 2008-11-26 09:07 pm (UTC)
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 26th, 2008 09:59 pm (UTC)
I got it up a little late and I'm in New Zealand so it comes up mid afternoon for most people.

and yeah I think special agent charlie is an AU that needs to be done but probubly not by me.

I'm glad I got Don's voice down and thank you for reading.
Devo79devo79 on November 26th, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC)
This just gets better and better :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 26th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
ninou1ninou1 on November 26th, 2008 10:06 pm (UTC)
Woah, it's... It's just amazing, so much depth in Anne character and she has an history, it's really interesting, the more you write about her, the more i got kinda attached to her. It's funny, it's seems to me that by certain way she's a little bit of Don, a little bit of Charlie and even a little bit of Margaret Eppes. All three personalities in the same person, add to that some Anne own personality, and it's just, whooooooo. I'm not sure it's clear, it makes sense for me...
As for the rest, I love the contrast between the urge in Colby and Charlie love making, and the one almost like a dance between Don and Anne.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 26th, 2008 10:09 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you're liking Anne. She's going to be around for a while. More of her history is going to come up tomorrow. thank you for reading and commenting. :)
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idle_devilidle_devil on November 26th, 2008 10:28 pm (UTC)
Hot damn! Anne is sooooo perfect for Don! Squee!!!

Also, Colby + Charlie = too adorable for words! XD
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 26th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
:) Thank you.
twins_m0m on November 27th, 2008 12:19 am (UTC)
I loved the balance of Charlie/Colby's sex being hard and fast and Anne/Don's being more loving and tender.

Oh, my!! I think Charlie and Anne do know each other. If my guess is right the name is Frank ("A guy called Frank who had a thing for dull knives" - Sing My Body Electric, Chapter 7). And from the BDSM dungeon!! If that's true, it's going to be one hell of a shock for both of them when they meet!!
Erinstarlettmalfoy on November 27th, 2008 12:21 am (UTC)
I was re-reading Sing My Body Electric and just got to the part and sort of choke-gasped. I do believe you are correct, twins. Hmm. ::wonders what will happen, and really really really wants to find out soon, heh::
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tonisimonetonisimone on November 27th, 2008 04:35 am (UTC)
Rock & a Hard place
you are cruel

Special Agent Charle Eppes?

you keep sending me interesting bunnies & I can't write for dog shit.

so I've a dozen little half started stories running round my head & the bunnies won't leave me alone.

I would plead with you to not write anything more but then my slash fiction Addiction starts screaming for more More MORE!!!!

so I'm stuck between the bunnies & the addiction with no place to go.

Rock & a Hard place, much?

ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 04:46 am (UTC)
Re: Rock & a Hard place
give in to the bunnies. it's the only way. trust me.
boymommytotwo: don smileyboymommytotwo on November 27th, 2008 12:49 pm (UTC)
wonderful wonderful wonderful...
yeah, like i loved everything... but didn't Anne just propose to don???? i can't get past that... she just effectively proposed!!!!
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 06:11 pm (UTC)
Re: wonderful wonderful wonderful...
maybe a little. :)
fredbassettfredbassett on November 28th, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
“Everyone ogles Don in TAC gear. It’s the only way he gets laid.”

LOL, poor Don! Lovely line.

Anne is a really nice character. I'm enjoying her a lot.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 28th, 2008 10:24 pm (UTC)
:) glad you're liking her. she's going to be sticking around.
Mia: don/amitamia_dcwut_09 on December 25th, 2008 06:15 pm (UTC)
aww this chapter is filled with just so much emotions
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 07:06 pm (UTC)
Well, I do try.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 16th, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
Charlie and the gun was interesting. I could see why it was sensible for him to learn to shoot, but I could also see why Colby was unsettled. Though I'm glad he wasn't so off put by Charlie's idea for thigh holsters, quite the opposite in fact *g*.

I loved the Don/Anne scenes. Not so much the sex part, as I'm well and truly slash only :), but I liked seeing their closeness, how Don went there after his bad day with no expectations and how that was the very thing that made Anne take things further. It was good to get a bit more background on her, though not good to find out what had happened to her. I'm glad she's put it behind her and moved on; I just hope that Don can also let it go and not add it to his darness. I was pleased to see some lightness after her revelation and I chuckled at the lsit of names and Don's brief description of his family. Anne didn't seem put off.

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 17th, 2009 02:34 am (UTC)
Compared to Anne's family the Eppes are very sane and very functional. Don will dwell on it a bit because he's Don and hasn't gotten the memo that he can't save the world singlehandedly.
cat_13145cat_13145 on September 10th, 2009 07:55 pm (UTC)
Can we have an AU with special agent Charlie Eppes? Please?
ladygray99ladygray99 on September 11th, 2009 03:47 am (UTC)
I'll put it in the bunny hutch with the rest. Actually I know some other people have done it already.
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fractalmoonfractalmoon on November 27th, 2012 07:43 am (UTC)
Special Agent Charles Eppes reminded me that on fanfiction.net, there's a subcomm of Numb3rs fic titled, "Charlie O Seven," for fic about his double life as a badass government agent.

I loved C&C's kitchen table romp. And it sounds like Charlie has a little role reversal planned for Colby's birthday? ;-)

“Yeah. So I was thinking for your birthday I could dig up that pair of black jeans that are a little too small, get a hold of a couple of thigh holsters for the night, maybe even a vest...” Colby swallowed hard. Charlie leaned in close. “I was even going to let you call me, sir.” Something shorted out in Colby’s brain.

The whole thing between Don and Anne is so sweet and tentative. I am glad they are learning to trust each other. I also recognized the ref to Frank and his knives, and assumed Anne and Charlie knew the same Frank, whether or not they knew each other.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 3rd, 2012 04:13 pm (UTC)
I always keep meaning to write some kinky C/C role play but it keeps getting back burnered.