Short slashy pieces | By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Miss me?”
Don rubbed his face tiredly and looked up at the white board
plastered with notes and photos. This
particular case had felt like it had dragged on forever. And it wasn’t even an interesting case. They knew who had done the embezzlement, they
had the evidence. The suspect was just
an expert lawyer and had thrown hundreds of legal blocks in their way. Soon, he hoped fervently, they’d be able to
pass it off to the legal department and go on to a nice, pleasant murder.
With a sigh, Colby pinned another piece of paper to the
board, representing the suspect’s latest tactic. David grumbled and Megan said something under
her breath about wasting her time with psychology training when she should have
gotten her law degree.
Don’s cell phone beeped and he reached for it
reluctantly. It was probably just
another text message from the legal experts trying to help him with this
annoying case. Instead, it was something
which set his heart pounding.
Case
done. In elevator. W
Don jumped to his feet and set the chair skidding, startling
the other three. Before the chair had
even stopped sliding, he was halfway across the office.
“What is it?” Megan
called, alarmed.
Don got to the elevator, David, Colby and Megan on his
heels. He turned and grinned at
him.
“Oh,” Megan laughed.
“I recognize that look.”
David said, “What?
What?”
Colby smiled. “Looks
just like a wife waiting at the airport for her soldier.”
“Ah,” David said in comprehension.
Don stared at the lights on the elevators, trying to figure
out which elevator was coming up. Will
had been gone for less than a week but Will himself had admitted to a bad feeling
about this case. In it, he had to pass
himself off as a drug-runner with ties to Nicaragua. Will’s Spanish was excellent but it was the
kind of Spanish spoken in the U.S.
or Mexico, not Nicaragua. He had to convince some extremely dangerous
people to believe in him enough to tell him how they were smuggling drugs into
LA. Will was completely incommunicado
when he was undercover and Don had spent a week of restless nights, troubled by
vivid dreams of Will in danger, Will in pain, Will dying. Don hadn’t even had a tough work case to
distract him.
The left elevator dinged and Don jumped in front of it. The doors opened but no Will. Two surprised women got out and Don leaned
into elevator to check that Will wasn’t hiding to one side. He pulled his head back as the doors started
to shut.
He glared at the other elevator which seemed to be going
down.
“Hey,” said a warm familiar voice from the stairway door.
Don turned and there was Will, alive, whole, and grinning at
him.
“Will!” Don said and with three steps grabbed Will in a hard
hug.
“Couldn’t wait for the elevator,” Will laughed and hugged
him back.
“Will,” Don said again, the terrible tension easing out of
him.
“Miss me?” Will asked, his grin widening.
In answer, Don grabbed Will’s face and smashed his lips to Will’s. His tongue
met Will’s tongue coming the other way and they kissed hungrily. Despite Will’s casual demeanor, Don could
feel the need in Will’s kiss and in the grip of his hands on Don’s upper arms.
Finally, Don pulled back … to a chorus of cheers and
whistles from his entire department.
Don looked around and remembered where they were. The only other times that Will
had come up to his office, it had been on a professional basis. Don felt the blush that Will seemed to induce
rise into his face and the hoots and whistles grew even louder.
“Umm,” Don said, his face hot. “You guys got things here?”
“Go, go!” Megan
laughed.
“We’ll let you know if anything breaks,” David promised.
“We’ll try not to call you,” Colby grinned.
“Thanks, guys,” Will said and turned the handle of the door
behind him.
“See you tomorrow,” Don said with what he was sure was a
totally goofy grin on his face.
Will pushed open the door and backed into the stairwell,
pulling Don after him and letting the door swing shut. It was a while before they even started down
the stairs.
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