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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 6 � Unexpected rescue

/�When you break your
fall from grace�/

The shooting faded away and stopped.� Long moments of silence as Don struggled to
hear over that annoying drip-drip of blood.

The door clicked open.�
Don turned his head towards the sound and heard a male voice swear
fiercely.� Not Channing� But no one he recognized.

Don heard the door shut again and footsteps come near.�

�Fuck, Don, what did
you let him do to you?� the voice continued.�
�I should never have ��

Gentle fingers pried off his leather mask, freeing Don�s
mouth and uncovering his eyes.� Don
blinked and a man�s face came into focus, looking vaguely familiar.

�It�s okay, Don,� the man murmured,
his voice shaking slightly. �I�ll get you out of here.�� He began to untie Don, working quickly and
looking towards the door several times.� �

Don vaguely noticed that the floor was covered with blood
and so was his body.� He tried to get his
mouth to work again.� �Who
�?� he managed.

�I�m Will Stevens.�� The man responded while reaching behind Don and pulling the hard
object out of Don�s ass.� Agony
slammed through Don�s body.� The man was
saying something else, something important, but the world spun away into
darkness.

Don woke suddenly, to an unknown bed in a dim unknown room,
and his body burning in pain.� He turned
his head.� An unfamiliar man was sitting
in a chair nearby.� No, he looked
familiar � from the room where Channing had tied him up, but also from before �
the Asian man that had gazed at him so intently at the bar.

�You were at Titan, the first time I went there,� Don said,
and the Asian man nodded.� �Who are
you?� What am I doing here?� Don tried to
sit up, but found himself stuck to the sheet he was wrapped in and moving in
any way worsened the spasms of pain that were shooting through him.� Even talking hurt, his jaw ached and his
mouth seemed to be full of sores.� The
fingers on his left hand were wrapped in a bloody towel.

The man half-stood then sat down quickly when Don struggled
to sit up again.� He held out his hands
placatingly.� �You�re badly hurt, just
lie still.�

Don realized with a shock that what was sticking his skin to
the sheets was his own blood.� �Who are
you?� he asked again through gritted teeth.

�Will Stevens.� I�m
DEA.�

Don gaped at him.� �DEA?� What ��

�The Chamber was a major drug front and we raided it tonight.�

Right,
the gunshots.

Will continued, �I found you and took you
out of there.� You�re at my
house.� I didn�t tell anyone else about
you.� I just wrapped you in a sheet and
put you in my car.�� His intense gaze
rested on Don.� �I know who you are, Don
Eppes.�

Don blinked and then the import of what this Will Stevens
was saying sunk in.� If Don had been
found there, in that situation and condition, it probably would have ended his
career with the FBI.

Groaning with pain and his own stupidity, Don lay back
against his pillow.

�How do you feel?��
Will asked.

�Like I�ve been beat, whipped, burned, ripped, cut, and who
knows what the hell else.�

�Dammit, why did you�� Will bit down on whatever it was he
was going to say and said instead, �You need medical attention but I figured
leaving you unconscious until you came around yourself was probably the kindest
thing to do.�

�Yeah,� Don said, wishing he was unconscious again.� �But I can�t go to an emergency room.�� He was sure they saw worse at the ER but
there would have to be a paper trail, leading back to the FBI.�

�Probably not,� Will said, his
voice calm and even.� �I can help you
some.� I used to be an EMT.� But that can wait until the morning.� You don�t seem to be in any immediate danger
and I think � opening up your wounds at the moment would just send you into
shock.�

�Why did you help me?��
Don asked.

�I was at The Chamber undercover.� At Titan too before that.� I knew you had been coming to The Chamber but
of all nights for you to fall into Channing�s hands �� Will shook his head.

�Well, thanks,� Don said.�
And tried again to get up.� �I need to go �� He hesitated.� Where could he go?� He�d think of something.� He needed to get out of this stranger�s
house.� �I need to go,� he repeated.

�I�m not taking you anywhere in that shape,� Will said firmly.

�Fine, I�ll call a cab.�

Will gave him a humorless
smile.� �I�m sure cabbies are used to
worse fares, but the only phone in my house is my cell, and I always have that
with me.� If you can take if from me,
you�re welcome to use it.�

Don stared at him.�
This man was holding him prisoner.�
No � Don�s own stupidity was holding him prisoner.� Will had probably saved his career, and maybe
even his life.� Channing wasn�t going to
stop until he got what he wanted and Don had been just as stubbornly determined
not to give it to him.�

Don sighed.� God, I�m such an idiot.� Still, there were some questions that he
needed to ask.� �So you were just at
Titan undercover?�

�Mostly,� Will said, �But I already
go there off and on so no one suspected me.�

�You�re gay?�� What a stupid and irrelevant question.

�Yep.�

�And DEA.�

�Yep.� Wanna see my badge?�

Don nodded and Will gestured to the
side table next to Don�s head.� Don
painfully reached over and retrieved a badge that had been lying there.� He knew
I�d want to see it. Don studied it and it looked legit, but it could just
be a good fake.� But what could Will possibly have to gain from pretending to be DEA?� Other than one very damaged FBI agent.� Don shook the suspicious thoughts from his
head.� Will hadn�t asked for
anything.� If he ever did, Don could
reassess the situation then.� Right now
he just wanted to sleep for years.

Don stared at nothing and tried force some clear thinking
through his pain-muddled head.� It was
Friday night so no one was expecting him back in the office until Monday.� Unless they called, and
Don�s cell phone, along with his wallet and clothes, were still back at his
locker in the club.� Don winced at
the realization that the DEA sweep would find his wallet and ID.� Maybe he should go back for it but it was
probably too late �

�Sleep,� Will said with gentle firmness.� �You can ask me for a phone again in the
morning.�

Giving up the fight, Don fell into a deep exhausted sleep.
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