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A Week in Watson	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning, Colby woke Don up for a morning fuck
before his run.� Don finally got the
chance to play with that jock strap right.

After Colby put on his running shoes and left, Don jerked
David off in the shower.

When Colby came back, he showered while Don and David
finished getting ready.� Don was able to
look himself in the mirror this morning for shaving,
though with Colby�s close shave yesterday he didn�t really need to.� When Colby was dry and dressed, the three of
them reviewed the plan for the day, specifically who would be where at the
bank.� No one said it, but all of them
felt that today was the day that McCarty would make his move.

Don cast a wistful glance at his Kevlar vest as they walked
out of the motel room.� There was no way
they could hide the vests under regular clothes.� McCarty would be sure to spot them.� Besides, McCarty�s favorite kill shot was in
the forehead.� Still, it would have been
nice to have some protection against a stone-cold killer.

The snow had stopped falling sometime in the night and this
morning the street was well plowed.� Don
drove the SUV to the driveway across from the B&B and the three of them
waited in silence.

Shortly, a man came out of the building.� If they hadn�t been watching for him, they
might have missed him.� Only intense
examination through a sniper sight revealed that the tall, buff black man was
McCarty.� That, and the fact he got into
McCarty�s car.

�Damn,� Don said in admiration.

�Don�t think he�s your type,� David said wryly.

Don laughed and backed out of the driveway after McCarty
drove past.� It took Don a full two
blocks to realize that David�s teasing comment should have made him
uncomfortable, but for some reason it didn�t.�
It was the sort of thing that David would have said a month ago as well.

McCarty pulled into the bank parking lot just a few minutes
after the bank opened.� Don imagined that
the unexpected day off yesterday had made McCarty particularly eager.� He was counting on it to force McCarty to
make his move today.

Parking in the far corner of the parking lot, Don nodded to
David and Colby.� All their plans had
been made and each knew his role.� Colby
got out first and hurried over to the ATM.�
His coat covered the gun at his hip.�
David was wearing a security guard�s uniform and had his gun
visible.� He got out next and disappeared
into the bank�s back door.

Don took a deep breath then climbed out himself.� He had the hardest role � a harmless bank
customer.� His gun was hidden at the
small of his back, underneath his jacket.�
He shivered in the cold air.�
Ducking his head, he walked at a normal pace across the parking
lot.�

Inside, McCarty was third in line at the bank, behind a
woman and a man.� The tellers were still
getting themselves set up and the woman in the front of the line waited
impatiently.� Don silently got in line
behind McCarty.� McCarty glanced behind
him and Don nodded in greeting.� If
McCarty didn�t make his move today, then Don would have to be hidden next
time.� Don tucked his thumbs in his front
jeans pockets and tried to get the right amount of annoyance and resignation
that a true customer in line would exhibit.

Finally the first teller removed her �Next Teller� sign and
the woman rushed to her counter.

Don examined the two tellers this morning.� One was a woman � small, Asian, young.� The other was a man, probably Filipino, also
young and petite.� It was impossible to
tell if either of these people fit McCarty�s private criteria.

The male teller opened up and the man who was second in line
stepped up.� McCarty suddenly moved and
Don tensed, but McCarty was just reaching for a deposit envelope.� McCarty fumbled with the envelope and moved
aside to write on it.� When the female
teller called, �Next�, McCarty waved at Don to go ahead.

So, he�s made his
choice then.� Don turned his head
slightly and met the gaze of David, standing near the door in his guard
uniform.� Don gave a tiny nod and David
casually leaned against the wall, which also put the Plexiglas security barrier
between him and McCarty.

As Don walked up to the teller, Colby opened the door from
outside and came in on a gust of cold air.�
Colby turned to talk to the person at the loan desk, ostensibly about a
problem with the ATM.

�I need to get a cashier�s check,� Don told the teller.

She nodded and said, �Just a moment, let me get that form.�

On Don�s left, the other teller finished with his first
customer and called, �Next,� to McCarty.�

Don casually scratched his stomach then slid his hand under
his jacket.

McCarty took two steps towards the teller and pulled out a
gun.� The gun swung unerringly towards
where David stood and McCarty squeezed the trigger.� The explosion of the shot sounded in Don�s
ears as he drew his own gun.� There was
the snap of a bullet hitting the Plexiglas but McCarty was already turning back
to the teller.� The teller�s mouth gaped
open as McCarty leaned towards him.

�Freeze! �FBI!� Don yelled.

McCarty�s head whipped around and he stared at Don.

�FBI!� Put the gun down!� Drop it!��

�Drop it!� Colby echoed from behind Don.

McCarty�s eyes flickered but he didn�t turn away from the
counter.

Don leveled his gun at McCarty�s head, only two feet
away.� �Drop it!� he yelled again.

McCarty looked back and forth between Don and the bank
teller.� McCarty�s gun hand twitched.

�Don�t!�� Don snapped.� �You won�t make it!�

As if he couldn�t help it, McCarty leaned again towards the
teller, a wild hunger in his face.�

�Don�t do it!�� Don
yelled.� �Don�t move!�

McCarty raised his gun and Don shot him through the
temple.�

Blood and brains splattered across the counter. �Someone screamed.� �McCarty�s
eyes went blank and he sank to the floor.�
Don stepped forward and kicked the gun out of McCarty�s hand, though it
was clear that he would never be using it again.� Don lowered his gun, his hands shaking with
reaction, and looked around.� David was
climbing to his feet, a bullet spider-webbing the Plexiglas at the height of David�s
head.� Colby lowered his gun and picked
up McCarty�s.

Don stared at McCarty�s shattered face, adding it to his
personal catalog of horror.� He would be
seeing that image in his dreams for a long time.

�Don?�� Colby was
saying, �Don, he didn�t give you any choice.�

�I know,� Don said softly.�
That would help, but nothing could erase the stain.

It wasn�t until early afternoon before they were done with
the local police.� All that was left was
the thorough investigation that the FBI would run and a huge amount of
paperwork.�

Don was still hyped from the shooting, and from stopping the
bastard before he killed again.� A job well done, all things
considered.�

Yes, it had gone well.�
He hadn�t been distracted like he�d expected to be.� Out in the field, training and practice had
kicked in and David and Colby were his team, not his lovers.� They had moved together with skill and
precision, just like always.� Until the
end, when it had been Don alone that pulled the trigger.

Don drove the SUV back to the motel parking lot and David
and Colby got out.� Don turned off the
engine and stared at nothing.�� He
wanted � he wanted life and joy and energy.�
He wanted David and Colby wrapped around him so tightly that there was
no room for horror or death.� He wanted �
he needed.

He pushed open the car door and followed David and
Colby.� David was stuffing clothing into
his bag and Colby was in the bathroom, gathering up shampoo and shaving
supplies.

Don shut the door behind him and said, �Hey.�� There was something in his voice that made
the other two men stop and look at him.�

He continued.� �We
still have these rooms booked through to tomorrow, right?� I mean we can�t stay that long, but another
hour before we head back to LA won�t hurt ��

David smiled and dropped his bag.� �Another hour won�t hurt at all.�

�Might even help weather conditions,� Colby said, coming
into the room.

�I heard that there was a storm coming.� Don grinned and
held out his hand.�

David grabbed his hand and jerked Don towards him.� Colby got there a second later and lifted up
Don and David and tumbled them all onto the bed.� They laughed and rolled around, fighting for
top position.� Soon the playfulness faded
and they were kissing and touching in earnest.�

Don tasted Colby�s lips and felt David against his skin and
knew that McCarty wouldn�t haunt him tonight.

Several hours and much fun later, they finished packing up
their bags.� Don looked over at David and
Colby, feeling a pleasant bone-deep exhaustion.�
With all the physical activity of the last few days, plus the super
adrenaline hit of facing down McCarty, he felt like he could sleep for a week.�

He didn�t have a week to spare, though. They would be back
in the office soon.

�You know,� Don said abruptly.� �This doesn�t go any farther.� No nailing Jackson or Ramujan or the mail
boy.�

�Jackson?�� David wrinkled his nose.� �No way.�

�No farther,� Don repeated.�
�Megan is definitely out of the question too.� She wouldn�t understand.�

�Okay,� David said then said murmured to Colby.� �Though I wouldn�t mind
tapping our favorite math consultant.�

�Oh yeah,� Colby agreed.

Don�s heart gave a lurch.�
�What did you say?� he growled.

�Nothing,� David said quickly and Colby looked down at his
hands.

Don took a step towards them.� �That�s right, it better be nothing, because
I will fucking kill
you if you touch Charlie.� Do you
understand?� Do you understand?�

They both nodded hastily.

�Good,� Don said flatly, �Because I will kill you.�� He looked in
both of their faces and saw that they believed him.� He relaxed slightly and picked up his bag.

�Now,� he said.� �I�m
not driving in that snow again.� Who
wants to drive?�

There was good-natured debate and they finished packing up
their things and filed out of the room.

As the last one out, Don looked back at the room - the bed
where he had first experienced so many things, the carpet where David had
spread his knees for him, the couch he had fled to when he�d looked in the
mirror, the tub where he�d soaked with Colby.�

Maybe this will work
after all.� Maybe he really could
leave their new sexual relationship in this motel room far away from home.� Watson had been an island, a unique
retreat.� Now they were heading back to
civilization, back to the reality of paperwork, long days, and his lonely
apartment.

Then again, I can
always find possible excuses for a stakeout.�
He smiled to himself and shut the door.
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