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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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When Don stepped out of the shower, he felt surprisingly
energetic. �Today maybe they would get
McCarty.� Or tomorrow.� One more day in Watson won�t hurt �

He ran a comb through his hair without looking in the
mirror.� He didn�t really want to see
what was in his own eyes at the moment.�
Shaving without the mirror was out of the question, so he just skipped
it.� He�d go for the more rugged look
today.

The door in the other room opened and he heard Colby call,
�Hey guys!�� He sounded excited.

Don tugged down his t-shirt and walked through the
door.� �What�s up?�

David stepped out of his bathroom, toothbrush in hand.

Colby was sweeping snow from his legs and stamping snow from
his running shoes.� �It is snowing like
crazy out there.�

�Wonderful,� Don groaned.�
�Couldn�t we catch the bad guy on a nice sunny day?�

�Aren�t gonna be catching the bad guy at all today,� Colby
said cheerfully, removing his knit cap.�
�Bank�s closed.�

�Closed?� What do you
mean closed?�� David asked

Colby smiled.� �I mean
that there�s a sign on the bank door that says, �Closed today.� Will open tomorrow at 8:30AM.��

�Can we trust that sign?� Don asked,� �Who would close a bank on a Thursday?�

Colby reached over and pulled aside the curtain to the
outside window.� Don squinted in the
bright white light that poured in.� He
blinked a few times to clear his vision, but white was really all there was to
see.� Snow was falling thickly, adding to
the foot of snow already burying their car.�
Don couldn�t see anything past the hood of the car but a swirling wall
of snow.

�You ran in that?��
David asked.

�It�s just California
snow,� Colby said.� �Can�t be too bad.� Didn�t see anyone else out in it though.�

�Uh-huh,� Don said, mesmerized by the blowing snow.� �Do you think that McCarty will stay put?�

Colby nodded firmly.�
�No one is going anywhere in that stuff.�
I doubt the county snowplow will get here before midday.� And one plow won�t help a lot if it�s still
snowing this heavily.�

David clapped his hands and cheered, �Woo-hoo, Snow Day!�

�Snow Day?�� Don
asked.

�Well, surfer boy,� David said, �It means everything closes
down and you get a day to sleep in, watch TV, and play in the snow.�

�So we�re stuck in the room all day,� Don said, and was
ashamed at the warm feeling that gave him in his stomach � and lower.

Colby�s eyes landed on Don and David�s messy vests, heaped
in the middle of the room.� �You two had
fun.�

�Oh yeah,� David said, grinning.

Colby raised his eyebrows at Don who was horrified to feel
his face flushing.� He mumbled something
about finishing getting ready and fled back to his room.

Behind him, Don heard David say, �Colby, gotta talk to you.�

A few moments later, Don had gathered himself together.� He peered back through the door.� David and Colby were sitting on the bed,
talking quietly.

Before they could say anything, Don snapped.� �Do not want to talk about it.�

�You can�t transfer, Don,� Colby said earnestly.� �The office needs you.� David and I can transfer.� Robin Brooks has offered David a job on her
gang task force and I have a standing invitation with CID.�

�You�re talking about it,� Don warned.

�But��

�Still talking.�

Colby shook his head.�
�Okay.� For now.�

�Alright,� Don said brightly.� �Any chance the motel restaurant is open?�

�I think it was when I went by.�� Colby said,�
�The manager does live behind the motel.�

�Let�s go check it out,� Don said.

�Out in that?�� David
complained.

�Now who�s afraid of some snow,� Don replied.

David shrugged and reached for his coat.� Don returned to his room and grabbed his
jacket.� He was not at all prepared for this
winter stuff.� He�d lost the habit from
Fugitive Retrieval to always have everything he�d possibly need in his car at
all times.� Coop would have teased him
unmercifully.

�That�s all you�ve got?��
Colby asked.

�Wasn�t expecting a snowstorm,� Don grumbled.

�At least take my hat.��
Colby tossed him a knit cap.� Don
glanced outside at the snow, and tugged the cap on.

Colby pulled open the door and a blast of cold air hit Don�s
face.� Don hunched his shoulders, dug his
hands into his pockets, and stepped outside.�
Sticking close to the wall, they made their way cautiously along the snow-covered
sidewalk.� Colby took the lead and
stomped through the drifts in the parking lot with Don and David following his
tracks.

The restaurant door had an Open sign on it and they tumbled
inside.� The restaurant and hotel manager
looked up from his book.�

�Thought I might see you boys in here,� the manager
commented, as the three agents stamped their feet and brushed off their clothes.� ��Got
quite a bit of snow last night.�

�I bet the ski resorts got dumped on,� Colby replied.

�Yep,� the manager responded, getting up from the table,
�Should be great skiing tomorrow.�� He
looked at them curiously.� �You boys
skiers?�

�I am,� Colby said cheerfully.� �These guys prefer to hang out in the lodge
and hunt ski-bunnies.�

�I see,� the manager grinned.� �Now, the oven is off, so all I can offer you
is juice, cold cereal, some fruit, and yesterday�s cinnamon rolls.�

�Sounds good,� Don said, �We�ll have all of that.�

Don walked to the other side of the room from where the
manager had been sitting.� He lifted a
chair off the table, turned it over, and sat down.� Colby and David followed suit, also flipping
over the empty fourth chair, and sat across the table from Don.

�Feeling hungry this morning?�� David asked.�
Don didn�t know if it was meant to be a sexual reference or if he was
just paranoid.

�Yeah,� Don grumbled,�
�Cold always makes me want to eat.�

�Classic hibernation reaction,� Colby said.� �Happens to me, too.�

�Wonder if this snow is going to go on all day?�� David said. �We should see if the TV gets us
a local weather report.�

�They should do a report for the ski resorts which will tell
us,� Colby replied.

Conversation moved easily along, Don automatically participating
as Colby shared some of his more exciting skiing experiences.�� A large part of his brain was watching
himself and the others.� Could he really
be sitting here and talking about ski gondolas with the men he had done incredible
things with last night ... and this morning?

�Here you go, boys.��
The manager set a bowl of cut fruit down on the table along with a plate
of heavily glazed cinnamon rolls.� �Now,
what kind of juice do you want?� And what
kind of milk?�

They placed their orders and the manager left again.� Colby continued his story about two blondes
from Germany
and a run-away pair of skis.� Don picked
up a slice of apple and started munching.��
Colby took a cinnamon roll and began to peel it apart, popping pieces in
his mouth in between sentences.

The gooey roll was soon all over Colby�s hands and, lacking
a napkin, he started licking his fingers.

David started his own story about two blondes he had met at
an air show, and a problem with a spooked exhibition horse.� Don hardly heard him.� He was watching Colby suck icing off of his
fingers.� He�d kissed that mouth, felt
those fingers in places that he�d never have imagined.� He wanted to grab Colby�s hand and lick those
fingers himself, savor the taste of sweet over salty skin.

He clenched one of his hands in his lap.� With his other hand, he grabbed more fruit
and stuffed it into his mouth.� Chewing
fiercely, he focused on David�s story.

The manager appeared again, this time with napkins and
silverware.� Don was relieved when Colby
wiped his hands on a napkin.� He didn�t
think he could stand much more.

Don wasn�t looking and his hand bumped David�s hand when
they both reached for more fruit. Instantly, Don flashed back to the image of
David on the floor before him, knees spread.�
Don jerked his hand away, then pretended he had been reaching for a cinnamon
roll.�

The manager arrived then with bowls of granola and glasses
of milk and juice.� With relief, Don dug
into his cereal, keeping his eyes firmly away from any part of Colby or� David�s anatomy.

How do they cope?� How do they act so casual, like nothing
happened?� Am I the only one that can
still feel another�s fingers on my body, still taste another�s skin?� He�d never been the one-night-stand type of
guy.� Sex affected him too damn much.

They finished up breakfast then bundled up again for the
trek back to the room.� Once inside the
room, they shed their coats and David went to make sure the heater was cranked
as high as it would go.

�What do you think?��
Colby asked, �Die Hard 2?�

David and Don agreed and Colby stuck the DVD into the
machine.� David sat down on the couch and
Colby joined him.� Don was about to sit
in the chair when David and Colby moved apart and invited him to sit between them.

Don cautiously sat down and leaned back. �David rested his hand on Don�s knee but did
nothing more.� Colby slid his arm behind
Don�s shoulders and pressed his hip up against Don�s.� The movie started and Don was quickly drawn
in.� He hadn�t seen this movie in years.

Sometime during the movie, Colby began running his fingers
through Don�s hair, but it didn�t bother Don.�
It was almost an absent-minded gesture, companionable rather than sexual.� Not that three days ago he could have ever
imagined Colby running his hand through his hair.� During a tense part of the movie, David
gripped Don�s thigh tightly, but the hand didn�t travel any higher.

As the credits rolled, Colby and David got into a debate
about some of the actions that the airport SWAT team took during the
movie.� Colby took the military procedure
point of view and David argued for the self-sufficient side.� Don let the debate pass over him, as he sat
snug between their two solid bodies.

Solid bodies �� Don could feel his cock waking up yet again
and he knew he had to get out of this room before he burnt himself out.

He sat up and pulled himself out of the couch.� He stretched and began hunting around for his
shoes.

�Going somewhere?��
David asked.

Colby got up from the couch and pulled back the
curtain.� The storm outside had gotten a
little better, but not much.� �Still
looks nasty out there,� Colby said.

�There�s a 7-11 about a block down.� I thought I�d go pick up some snacks and some
beer.�

�You hungry again?��
Colby asked, �We just had breakfast a few hours ago.�

Don shrugged.

�I�ll go with you,� Colby said, getting his coat.� �Don�t want you getting lost in the
whiteout.�

�I�ll be fine,� Don said firmly, �I�d rather go by myself.�

�Everything okay?��
David asked.�

Don just looked at him.�
The question was far too big to answer.�
�I�ll be back in a little while.�

�At least take my coat,� Colby offered.�

Don gratefully accepted the heavy coat that Colby held
out.�

�Take my gloves too.��
David pulled his leather gloves out of his pocket and handed them to
Don.

�Thanks.�� Don pulled
on Colby�s coat and tugged on David�s gloves.�
Colby�s coat was a little too big and David�s gloves a little too small,
but they were certainly better than going out in his jacket alone.� He picked up Colby�s knit cap that he�d been
wearing earlier and pulled it down over his ears.

�Are you sure�� David started.

�Let me in when I get back,� Don said and opened the door.

A blast of cold air hit him and he buried his chin inside
the collar of the coat.� He trudged along
the sidewalk.� It looked like that while
they were watching a movie, the snowplow had come down the main street.�� It had created big drifts on each side of
the street but the street itself was already covered with a fresh layer of
snow.�

Don doggedly made his way across the parking lot and onto
the street.� There didn�t seem to be any
cars so he walked along the street.� It
took him quite a while to make it the block and a half to the 7-11.� Still, large parts of that time he was
completely unaware of his surroundings.�
He would get a whiff of Colby from Colby�s coat and several steps would
go by as he remembered Colby�s teeth on his lip.� He would flex his hands inside David�s gloves
and think of David�s hands holding his chin, forcing Don with his mouth to stop
talking.� A few more steps and he would
be reliving the look on Colby�s face as he exploded inside Don�s ass.� Around a pile of snow and he�d be thinking
about his own cum smeared across David�s FBI vest.

He reached the store and was relieved to find it open.� The clerk, a young woman, looked up in
surprise as Don stumbled in through the door.�
She probably hadn�t expected to see anyone.

�Nice weather you�ve got here,� Don grumbled.

She smiled.� �Ski
resorts love it.�

�Bummer that you and I are stuck in Watson, then,� he replied.

Her cheeks grew dimples and Don realized that she was a
grown woman, and rather cute.� Don smiled
back and pulled off his cap and gloves.�
He wandered down the aisles until he found some chips.� As he contemplated tortilla or potato chips,
his eyes wandered farther down the food aisle.�
As he saw a particular can, an image popped into his mind and took his
breath away.

Oh god.� I�m in trouble.
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