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17 December 2008 @ 07:07 am
A Woman Waits for Me 27/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
Chapter
: 27/39
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. – The grass is always greener.
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1,069
Warning: none
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 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
Authors Notes: Something a little lighter so people can catch their breath after yesterday.
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 

 

Part 27
A Voice of the Good Old Days

Don slid in the feeding tube under the watchful eye of Nurse Martha Gonzales. His stomach lurched and his hands trembled. It wasn’t natural, no one should have to eat like that. He wondered if Mattie would have sinus problems when he grew up due to having a tube run in and out of his nose for the first month of his life.

 Don had taken to these idle wonderings despite the odds. When Mattie had just been a grainy blob on a screen it had been easier to accept that things might not work, now Don refused to allow himself to believe otherwise.

 The milk began to flow and Anne gently rubbed his shoulder.

 “See?” Martha said with a smile. “He’s tougher than he looks.”

 Don looked down at Mattie. He’d put on almost a pound and when he was awake he would kick his legs and flail his arms. That actually was worrying the doctors some. They wanted him to burn more energy growing than moving. Another pound, though, and they’d try to get him to nurse.

 Martha let out a sudden jaw-cracking yawn. “Oh!” she exclaimed, obviously startled. “I’m sorry.”

 “That’s Okay.”

 “Are you alright?” Anne asked.

 Martha shook her head, clearing it. “DEA busted the house across from my place last night. It needed to be done but they managed to blow it sky high at 3 am. I ended up doing triage in my bathrobe.”

 Don felt a kick of adrenaline and worry. “Any casualties? I know some of the DEA crew.” Don asked.

 “A few flash burns, some broken bones from debris. They’re all downstairs. Their Lieutenant caught the worst of it. Piece of rebar right through the shoulder.”

 “Did you happen to get his name?” Don asked. If it was Charlie’s groupies he should probably go down and touch base.

 Martha shook her head. “No.”

 “Any chance he was a skinny, kinda short Hispanic guy? About 50? Mustache that went out of fashion in ‘82?”

 Martha smiled. “That sounds like him.”

 “You want to go down and check?” Anne asked.

 “Nah, I’ll go down at lunch and tell them off for interrupting our Saint Martha’s beauty sleep.”

 ~

 Don opened the door to the private room quietly in case the occupant was sleeping. Lt. Thomas Garcia, DEA, opened his eyes and squinted from the bed.

 “Eppes?”

 “Hey, mind a visit?” Garcia gestured him inside. “How are you doing?”

 Garcia nodded to the tube in his arm with a smile. “They’re letting me have the good shit. What you are doing down here?”

 “Well, funny thing, Saint Nurse Martha who’s been taking care of my boy came in this morning looking less than perky ‘cause a bunch of dumb-ass DEA agents managed to blow up a meth house across the street from her at three in the morning and being the saint that she is, she rushed outside to pull said dumb asses out of danger.”

 “You’re shitting me?”

 “Nope.”

 “Small world.”

 “Yep. So what happened?”

 The Lieutenant shrugged and winced. “Who knows? You know how those places are. For all I know the fridge clicked on.”

 “Lose anyone?”

 “No, thank God. Just a lot of fried eyebrows and burned lungs. We’ll be a little less pretty for a few weeks. I got the worst of it.”

 “You’re lucky.”

 Garcia snorted. “You’re telling me. I’ve lost two agents in those places. Fucking hate them. Makes me miss the good old days and that’s saying something.”

 “What were the good old days?” Don asked. The DEA had always been the bastard children of Federal law enforcement and as a result seemed to always have the best stories and the wildest parties.

 “Good old days, we were all mavericks and no one expected results. The Mexicans had the dope, the Columbians had the coke, and the Mob had the heroin, at least out west, and none of it could blow your ass up.” Garcia moaned.

 “I can see how that would be comforting.”

 “Shit, Eppes, I mean the Mexicans would shoot you, the Mob would shoot you, the Columbians would shoot you and everyone you know ‘cause they don’t like loose ends but now…We’ve got the fucking Russians that will shoot you for fun, the Yakuza who will gut you and feed you to the sharks, the Jamaicans are making the Columbians look like sissies. We found a string of severed chicken heads draped across the office door two days ago.”

 Don chuckled. “Yum.”

 “Bad magic. I’ve got guys who haven’t been to Mass since their confirmations walking around with rosaries in one pocket and garlic in the other and then we go and get blown up.”

 “Hey, at least you’re still alive.”

 “God I miss busting hippies. Stoners don’t put up a fight.” Don laughed. There was something to be said for the easy bust. “I’m getting too old for this, Eppes.”

 “I hear you there.”

 Garcia gave a dismissive wave. “You’re a youngin. Do your thirty like me, then bitch.”

 “I don’t think I’m making my thirty,” Don said. “Not in the field, at any rate. Got the whole wife and kid thing going now, I need to get out.”

 “Now, that’s where we’re different. I got in ‘cause I got a wife and kid.”

 “Really?”

 “Well less wife and kid, more knocked up prom date.”

 “Oops.” Don said with a chuckle.

 “The government was recruiting and the money was a hell of a lot better than picking in the valley. Course that was thirty years, three kids and two divorces ago.”

 “You’ve got three kids?” Don asked with some surprise.

 “Eppes, I’ve got grandkids. Twin girls and a boy on the way.”

 “Congratulations.”

 “Grandfathers should not be kicking in doors of meth houses at three in the morning. And you would not believe the shit my own guys gave me about it. They glued every drawer in my desk closed with denture cream and when I got it open it was filled with cans of Ensure.”

 Don laughed. “Sometimes I get the feeling you guys have way more fun than we do.”

 Garcia grinned. “Work hard, play hard, and we’re always lookin’ for fresh blood if you want to join the dark side?”

 “Nah.” Don said with a shake of his head and a smile. “My dad would never forgive me. Going G-Man is one thing, but turning narc? I’d be disowned.”

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Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 16th, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC)
That was cute! Light and fluffy, and a very nice change from yesterday's sadness. <3 Thanks for the update. As I've said before, it makes my day better. :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
Well feedback makes my day better so it's all good. :)
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 16th, 2008 06:22 pm (UTC)
Haha, well I'm definitely good for that. Although, yours is the only one I regularly comment on. I guess I feel it's my duty and my way of saying thank you for being so regular about posting... and for not posting a WIP. :P
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 06:24 pm (UTC)
Well thank you for that. I know that writer/reader relationship goes both ways and it's really not good to fuck off your readers too much or leave them hanging.
ninou1ninou1 on December 16th, 2008 07:04 pm (UTC)
Nice light chapter... Small world, love the conversations between those two, make my day, thanks for sharing.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 07:17 pm (UTC)
Take a big breath. the stress cranks back up tomorrow.
ninou1ninou1 on December 16th, 2008 07:39 pm (UTC)
I'm gonna take a big breath, then knowing you, I'm gonna hold it :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 07:39 pm (UTC)
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
fredbassettfredbassett on December 16th, 2008 07:14 pm (UTC)
Nice fun chapter. Loved the details of the different types of gangs :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 07:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I just wanted to give people a quick distraction before tomorrow.
PenguinGoddess: supercuteclonus7 on December 16th, 2008 07:39 pm (UTC)
Ha ha ha! Thanks for this :-) A little laughter is always good. And Don's right, Alan would probably disown him. LOL!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 07:40 pm (UTC)
some things an old hippy can forgive and then there's going narc. ;-)
idle_devilidle_devil on December 16th, 2008 09:34 pm (UTC)
LMAO! Yah, Alan would and has put up with a lot, but Don going DEA? Alan would disown him for sure! XD
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 09:47 pm (UTC)
Yeah, that conversation would go over well.
twins_m0m on December 16th, 2008 09:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the nice break. Kinda needed it after yesterday's story. Loved the last line. Don't think Alan would ever forgive Don if he went narc. And your description of the different drug cartels was quite scary.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 09:47 pm (UTC)
I've actually know a couple of DEA guys over the years. They all bitch about the good old days when it was almost a gentilmans war.
dirk_rtadirk_rta on December 16th, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
I am so glad that yesterday mattie didn't die. I love that little boy. DEA:) Don? Nah Don maybe lots of things but never a Narc.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 10:30 pm (UTC)
Alan would never forgive him. :)
riverotter1951: north American river otterriverotter1951 on December 17th, 2008 12:01 am (UTC)
“Well, funny thing, Saint Nurse Martha who’s been taking care of my boy came in this morning looking less than perky ‘cause a bunch of dumb-ass DEA agents managed to blow up a meth house across the street from her at three in the morning and being the saint that she is, she rushed outside to pull said dumb asses out of danger.” - It's a small world after all.

Priceless: Garcia grinned. “Work hard, play hard, and we’re always lookin’ for fresh blood if you want to join the dark side?”

“Nah.” Don said with a shake of his head and a smile. “My dad would never forgive me. Going G-Man is one thing, but turning narc? I’d be disowned.”

Considering Alan's past, this is so true.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 17th, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)
If nothing else Alan would have to start hiding his stash way better.
mikes_grrl on December 17th, 2008 12:19 am (UTC)
I love the details you have in here about dealing with a premie; while I never have and never expect to, I know when taking care of anyone who is sick, it is the small things that are the stuff which knocks you for a loop sometimes. I imagine putting a feeding tube in your own child would be just as you described it, heartbreaking and hopeful at the same time.

I like the banter between Don and Garcia, showing Don a little window into the world of a man who stayed in the field and yet had a family. Don might be able to do the same, maybe? I loved the line about being disowned if he turned into a narc. LOL! Yes, or at least not invited to dinner anymore. hahahahaaa!

So well over the halfway mark and deep into the drama -- so much going on! Anne, who I fear for (the title of this fic alone makes me suspect of her survival chances...); Ian and Martin and Charlie and Colby, Alan and his new lady, Mattie, Don... *worries* But aside from the worrying, I also just like the character development going on Martin!!! with all the characters Martin!!! and where these threads of relationships may take things Martin!!!

Thanks for making a crappy day a LOT better. ♥
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 17th, 2008 01:07 am (UTC)
One of the parents I talked to about having a premie said that they were encouraged to do as much taking care of the baby themselves in order to bond with it and this included stuff like putting in the feeding tube.

And I hate to say it but there's not a lot more Martin in this fic but I promise Whitman 5 will have lots of him both character and smut wise. I'm even working out how to do a Charlie/Colby/Ian/Martin four way.

I hope tomorrow goes better for you.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 18th, 2009 03:00 pm (UTC)
I liked the banter between Don and Garcia. It also proves that you can do their job and have kids, so Don won't have to feel quite so worried if he ends up finding sitting at a desk and/or teaching too tedious.

Glad Charlie's groupies are ok ;).

Laura.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2009 04:25 am (UTC)
Charlie gives them all a visit as well.
fractalmoonfractalmoon on November 27th, 2012 09:20 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear that. I really enjoyed the law enforcement fraternal banter between Don and someone who's not a member of his team.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 3rd, 2012 03:39 pm (UTC)
I always like brining in an outside POV when I can.