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Looking for Love	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 19 � A short stay at the bar

�Hey, why�d you bring him here?�� The DEA�s catcher called.�

�Consorting with the enemy?��
asked the DEA�s right outfielder.

�He�s an old friend I hadn�t seen in a while,� Will said easily.� �Not my
fault that Martinez
couldn�t get him out in the ninth.�

Martinez
grumbled at this, but no one seemed really unhappy to see Don.� Maybe it was because Will himself seemed so
happy to see Don.

Don sat down at a small table and looked around while Will
got them some beer.� It was an average
bar, maybe a little nicer than usual, and the DEA group seemed like
regulars.� He wondered if this was a
common law enforcement hangout and why the FBI had never heard of it.

Then he gave up on trying to be
casual and just watched Will.� Will was
talking to one of his teammates as the bartender filled two glasses from the
tap.� Will laughed
at something his teammate said and flashed a look over at Don.� Don felt a shiver go through him.�

Will grabbed the full glasses and walked towards the
table.� Don�s heart was in his throat and
he was having trouble breathing.� Will
set one of the beers in front of Don and sat down across the table from him.

�Guinness, right?�� Will asked.

�I�m not picky,� Don said, �But yeah, Guinness is good.�

�Not picky, hmm?� Will smiled.� He took a long drink of his beer.

Don pulled his beer close and clenched his fingers around
the glass.� God, where to start � An apology would be a good idea.� �Will, I�m so sorry about what��

�Later,� Will interrupted him
firmly.� He gave him a sideways smile.
�At the moment, I just want to find out how you are.�

Don relaxed a little at Will�s smile and nodded.� �I�m good, real good.� In fact, David came over two weeks ago and
gave me a thorough health check.�

�Oh, really?�� Will�s smile widened.� �Good to hear.�

�How about you?�

�Spring was long but the summer�s
looking up,� Will said.�

Don smiled and took a drink of his beer.� It could have been water for all he tasted
it.� His whole brain and body was focused
on the man a scant two feet away from him.�
Don cast about for something to say that didn�t sound like, �God, I want you.�

�Ducks made it to the playoffs after all,� Will said.� Don wondered if
he too was looking for casual conversation.

�Yeah, they looked really good until they ran up against Edmonton,�� Don said.�

�True.�

�I went to one of the semifinals games against Colorado.�

�Oh?�� Will
asked.� �Good game?�

�Don�t know, left after the first period.� Kind of a drag to watch
hockey by yourself.�

�Yeah,� Will said quietly.

Don took another swig of his beer and hoped his hands
weren�t trembling.

Will also took a drink then said,� �I love my tiger.� Sits on my desk at work
though I�m thinking about taking it home.� Gotten too many threats to
steal it.�

�Glad you liked it,� Don said, attempting a nonchalant
tone.� �It was nothing.�

�Oh, I really doubt that,� Will said
wryly.� �I looked up info on the artist.�

�Still,��
Don said, �I had to get it.�

�Thanks for it.�

�Sure.��

Will nodded and Don looked down at his beer glass.�

�I took some time off,� Don said at last.

�I know,� Will said quietly,
acknowledging at least some of their fight.�

So Will had checked up on him. Of course, he did.� By now
Will must be getting used to protecting Don from his own stupidity.� And other people from it too.� Don had heard about two hairy situations that
his team had gotten into while he was out of the office, and it was a really
good thing that Don hadn�t been there, endangering everyone.

Will asked, �What did you do with the time off?�

�Oh, puttered around my dad�s�I mean, Charlie�s house,
played video game golf, ate, slept.�� Thought about you and why I shouldn�t call
you.� �What about you?� What have you been up to?�

�Work, of course, and � learning how to pitch.�

Don blinked.� �You
hadn�t ever pitched before?�

�In high school, yeah, but it had been ages.�

�You did � very well.��
Don said.

�Thanks,� Will smiled.� �Good to hear that I didn�t make a complete
fool of myself in front of the professional.�

�Not at all,� Don said, his voice a little strained.� While Don had been spending the last four
months healing and trying to forget about Will, Will had been prepping so he
could show up in the one place he knew Don would be � the baseball
diamond.� That answered Don�s question
pretty thoroughly of whether there was someone else in Will�s life.� His heart began to speed up.

Will set his glass down and pointed at Don�s left hand.� �Your fingers good?�

Don held out his hand and flexed his fingers.� �Pinkie ended up kinda crooked.�

�Not too bad though,� Will said,
taking Don�s hand in his and examining it.�
�You can only see it if you�re looking for it.�

�I had to relearn my gun grip,� Don said, forcing his voice
to remain steady as Will ran one finger down the
length of his hand.� �Funny how much you
use your pinkie.�

Will kept hold of Don�s hand, his thumb rubbing circles in
Don�s palm.� �You cut your hair,� Will commented.

�Yeah, figured if it was shorter then it
wouldn�t be as much of a pain.��
Don ran his free hand over his new haircut.

�I like it,� Will said.�
�Very tough guy.�

�Still needs to be shampooed though,� Don said.� Underneath the table, he slid his foot
forward until his calf was touching Will�s.

Will smiled and his thumb moved down to the pulse point at
Don�s wrist.� �Might need some help with
that.�

�Yeah,� Don said huskily, �Though I like my showers quite a
bit hotter these days.�

�Good thing,� Will murmured.� �I never liked cold showers.�

�God, will you two just get a room?� called the DEA�s
catcher.

Don jerked back, blushing, though Will wouldn�t let him pull
his hand away.� The whole DEA team was
grinning and watching their table.� Don�s
blush deepened.� He couldn�t remember the
last time he blushed.

�Hey, look at that,� another DEA player teased.� �Didn�t know FBI guys were
allowed to blush.�

�Take it easy on him,� Will laughed.� �He�s just barely peeking out of the closet.�

�Looks like a lot more than peeking to me,� the DEA catcher
said and the team laughed.

�How about it, Eppes?�� Will said.

�How about what?� Don said, making
another half-hearted attempt at pulling his hand out of Will�s grip.

�Your place or mine?�� Will grinned.

Don�s eyes widened and his heart sped up, if that was even
possible.� He managed to find his
voice.� �My place is closer.�� And I
want your presence imprinted on my apartment.

Will nodded and they quickly got up from the table.� They walked out the door to a chorus of
teasing catcalls.� Don could still feel
his blush.�

As soon as the door closed behind them, Don turned around,
grabbed Will�s shirt and pulled him close for a bruising kiss.� Will kissed him back just as hard.�

When they came up for air, Don said, �I missed you so much.�
His hands ran down Will�s chest. �I knew you for three days and I missed you so
much, how is that possible?�

�I missed you too,� Will said,
stroking Don�s neck.� �Why didn�t you
call me?�

�Because �� There were far too many things that needed to be
said, or unsaid, so Don just went with, �Because I�m an idiot.�

Will laughed.� �Yes,
you are, but so am I, so we�re a good match.�

�Yeah,� Don said, thinking about parts of his body he wanted
matched up with parts of Will�s.� �My place.�

�Oh, right,� Will said, moving away.� Don almost pulled him near again then caught
himself.� He desperately wanted to take
Will over the hood of the nearest car, pull Will�s hair while he pounded that firm
ass.

�Follow me,� Don said hoarsely, and hurried to his car.� He got into the driver�s seat, turned on the
car, and waited for Will to get to his own car.�
As soon as Will turned on his headlights, Don put his car in gear and
screeched out of the parking lot.� He
calculated the fastest route to his apartment and tried not to speed too much.�
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