The Long, Dark Night of Will Stevens | By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 1318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Part 2 – Car
Will peeked out into the main hall. No one was nearby. He looked down at himself and realized he was
covered in Don’s blood. Dammit.
He’d been kneeling in the stuff and his jeans were stiff with blood from
the knees down. He had spots and streaks
all over the rest of body from moving Don around. He couldn’t let himself be seen either. He took a breath, willed himself invisible,
then slipped down the hall.
Don’s guardian angel was still watching over him, because
Will got out of the building and to his car without catching anyone’s
attention. He drove his car around to
the back entrance and parked by the door.
He rushed back to the room where he’d left Don. He had the terrible fear that Don had come
around in his absence and was wandering the halls – naked, lost, and bloody.
Don was still there, lying on the floor, his breathing
shallow. Will chewed on his lip, then
realized indecision was worse than the wrong decision. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and
summoned all the strength he could find.
Opening his eyes and reaching down, he gathered Don into his arms. Don was a solid dead weight and Will
staggered before he got Don’s mass centered.
He opened the door to the main hall and glanced out. Whispering a quick invocation to Don’s
guardian angel, Will walked as quickly as he could to his car.
Breathing heavily, he rested Don against the trunk while he
pulled open the car door. He’d barely
laid Don on the back seat when he heard a voice say, “Stevens?”
He quickly turned.
Martinez stood nearby, a quizzical look on his face.
“Hey,” Will said, leaning casually against the car to cover
his clothing and block any possible view of Don. He slid mentally into ‘undercover’ mode. “I’m just getting some of my stuff from here.”
Martinez smirked.
“You get all the great assignments.”
“Oh yeah,” Will grumbled.
“Like I really enjoyed being whipped five times a day.”
“Would have taken you for a Dom sort,” Martinez snorted.
“Oh, I am,” Will said with a masculine leer. “But people pay a lot less attention to subs
so I could snoop around easier.”
“Tough,” Martinez laughed.
“I bet you’d love getting pretty boys on their knees in front of you.”
“You know it,” Will grinned.
“But hey, I kinda … don’t want my stuff to be evidence, ya know?”
“So you’re sneaking it out the back,” Martinez said.
“Yep,” Will said. “I
had three changes of clothes in the locker here and my favorite jeans are still
in there.”
“You gay guys and your clothes,” Martinez said, but it was
without rancor.
Will shrugged and smiled.
“Was there something you wanted?”
“Nope,” Martinez said.
“You want a hand?”
Will felt an inner chill as Martinez stepped closer to the
car, but easily kept it from his face and voice. “Naw, thanks. I just got one more load.”
Martinez nodded. “See
ya at work on Monday then. Good work
here.”
“Thanks,” Will said, “See ya Monday.”
Martinez walked away and Will turned back to the open car
door. He couldn’t care less about
anything he’d left here, but Don’s stuff was still in his locker, and unless he
got that out, there was little point in getting Don himself to safety. He leaned into the back seat and dug the
locker key out of the robe that was wrapped around Don’s still form. Will quickly checked Don’s pulse and it was
slow but steady. Don had fallen into a heavy
sleep. Good.
Shutting the car door, Will went back into the
building. He opened dungeon doors at
random until he found a discarded robe.
He put it on over his bloody clothing and walked to the sub locker room,
dodging other agents and frightened Chamber members as he went. He found Don’s locker and pulled out a gym
bag. He quickly stuffed clothes, wallet,
phone and car keys into the bag. His car, damn. Will could only hope that the DEA wouldn’t
see a need to run down the owner of every abandoned car in the parking
lot. He slung the bag over his shoulder
and hurried back to his car. Every time
he left Don alone for more than a minute, he was afraid he’d come back and find
him dead or gone.
Don’s condition hadn’t changed when Will checked him yet
again. Will tossed the bag into the car
and drove the car out of the parking lot, waving casually to a few other
agents. It wasn’t until he got on the
highway that his shoulders started to relax.
“Okay, Don,” he said to his silent passenger. “We’ve made it out of there. But you might want to pray to the deity of
your choice that I’ve made the right decision, or else I’m screwed and you’re
dead.”
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