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Balancing the Equation	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 1775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Don didn�t come over for dinner that night, which wasn�t
that unusual.� He was probably working on
a case.� But it made Charlie more antsy.� Was Don
avoiding him?� He couldn�t go to the FBI
office.� David would be there.� Charlie wasn�t ready to deal with him
yet.� He gave in and called Don.

�Yeah, Charlie?�� Don answered, his
mind obviously busy elsewhere.

�I had a breakthrough on the statistical analysis of network
flow patterns for the Mason case.�

�Good!� Don said. �Bring them by.�

�It�s late,� Charlie hedged.�
�I�m heading to bed.�

�Charlie, I could really use a break on this one.� You usually don�t � �� Don stopped.� �Is there some other reason you don�t want to
come to the office?�

�Yes,� Charlie mumbled.

�Because of � this morning?�

�Yes.�

�Charlie �� Don said with exasperation.� �Don�t make such a big deal out of it.�

�How can I not?��
Charlie demanded.

�Oh, Charlie �� Don sighed.�
�Okay.� I�ll come by the house in
about an hour and pick up that analysis.�

�And maybe we could talk?�

Don groaned.� �Maybe.�

It was actually closer to three hours before Don showed up
and Charlie had fallen asleep in front of the TV.� He snapped awake when the front door opened.

Don came in and quietly shut the door behind him.� Looking around, he ran a hand over his tired
face.

�Over here,� Charlie said.�
He pulled the file off of the side table and held it in his hand.�

Don walked over and slumped in a chair across from
Charlie.� �What have you got for me?�

�Hello to you too.�

Don rolled his eyes.�
�Hello, how was your day, nice weather lately.� Now can you show me what you found?�

Looking down at the rather elegant analysis that he�d put
together, Charlie for once had no interest in talking
about the math.� �How long have you
�� Charlie glanced towards the stairs
to make sure his father hadn�t heard the front door and come down.� He started again.� �How long have you � with David?�

Don sighed, staring at the file in Charlie�s hand.� �Do we have to talk about this?�

�Yes, we do,� Charlie responded.

�It�s been a long day, can�t you just give me the analysis
and we�ll talk some other time?�

�No, because you�ll never be willing to
talk about it.�� Charlie gripped the
file tighter.� �Not unless I have
something you want.�

Don dropped his head against the back of the chair.� �Okay, okay.��
He stared up at the ceiling, as if not looking at Charlie made it
easier.� �I told you this morning that
the first time was that week in Watson.�

�The first time with David?�

�The first time with anyone,� Don snapped.

�Why � did you?�

Don gave a tired laugh.�
�Because he asked me?� Because I was bored,
lonely, and horny?�

Charlie swallowed against a dry throat.� �That�s all. Because he
asked.�

�Yes,� Don smiled to himself.� �He was very persuasive.�

�And C-Colby?�

�David had already � persuaded him a month or so earlier.�

Charlie shook his head in incomprehension.� �I don�t get it.� You�ve always had all the women you�ve wanted.�

�Yeah, like I have a girlfriend now.�

�You could if you wanted to.�

�Maybe.�

�You always got all the girls,� Charlie blurted. �Why do you
have to get all the guys too?�

Don stared at him, then began to
laugh.� �You�re jealous.�

Charlie flushed.� �I
am not.�

�Yes, you are,� Don said, still laughing.

Charlie felt his face grow hot.� �I�m just trying to understand.�

�There�s nothing to understand,� Don said, laughter still in
his eyes.� �It�s just recreational fun,
like golf.�

�Like golf,� Charlie said flatly.

�Okay, maybe not golf how you play
it,� Don teased. �But like really good golf.�

�You make it sound so easy.�

�Not easy,� Don said, suddenly serious.� �In some ways it was a really dumb thing to
do.� I have to work with David and Colby every
day.� Don�t think that�s easy.� Sometimes I think this is the stupidest
mistake I�ve ever made.�

�Oh.�

�Yeah,� Don continued.�
�We�d kept it completely separate from the office and regular life until
last night.� It had only been two times �
in Watson, and on that weekend we were tracking the train robber through the
mountains.�� A smile played around Don�s
lips.� �Outdoor sex, wow, that�s just�� He shook
himself.� �Both were far away from
here.� David and I shouldn�t have � in my
apartment.� I�m gonna have to work that
one through.�

�You regret it?�

�I regret like hell you walking in on it.�

�Sorry about that,� Charlie mumbled.

Don shrugged and gave Charlie his familiar smile. �It�s
okay, buddy.� Just don�t tell anyone.�

�I told Larry.�

�Larry?�� Don groaned
then tilted his head.� �What did he say?�

�Something about human sexuality being more varied than we
think and that you are still my brother.�

�Both true,� Don nodded.�
�Larry won�t � tell anyone, right?�

�Absolutely.� But I needed to talk to someone.� He told me to talk to you.�

�Good man, Larry,� Don said.�
�You�ve talked to me now.� Are we
� okay now?�

�I don�t know,� Charlie said honestly.� �It�s a big idea to take in.�

�Then it�s a good thing that you�ve got a big brain,� Don
teased.�

Charlie gave him a weak smile.

�Now, can I have that analysis?�� Don asked.

Feeling silly for holding it hostage, Charlie handed over
the folder.� �Oh,� he added, �I�ve also
found some interesting patterns in that cold racketeering case you gave me.�

Don perked up.� �Really?� That�s
great!�� He examined Charlie as he said,
�Drop it by the office tomorrow?�

Charlie grimaced.

�You never gonna come to the office again?�� Don asked.�
�What if David needs to come to your place to pick up some work? �Or Colby?�

Charlie took a mental grip on himself.� If Don could handle this � relationship, then
Charlie could deal as well.� He wasn�t a
13-year-old anymore, he could be mature about it.

�Okay,� Charlie said at last.� �I�ll drop it by the office tomorrow.�

Much later that night, after Charlie had explained to Don his
analysis for the Mason case in satisfactory detail,� including chalk-board diagrams, Charlie was
falling asleep with a sense of a job well done.

As it often did, on the cusp of sleep the solution to his
problem became clear.� To balance the
equation, to put him back on equal footing with Don, to understand -- he was
going to have to have sex with David himself.�
Pleased with the logic of it, he fell asleep.
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