If He Left (Colby, Don, David, Megan, Charlie, G)
Posted for the numb3rs100 prompt: Washington DC...
Title: If He Left...
Pairing/Characters: Colby, the FBI team
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Should he stay or should he go?
Spoilers: definitely 4.02 - Hollywood Homicide and 4.03 - Velocity; possibly 3.24 - The Janus List and 4.01 - Trust Metric.
Notes/Warnings: After a two month writing drought, I'm trying to finish some of the unfinished fic in my "stories in progress" folder. This drabble was hidden on my laptop and I managed to finish it today. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Colby read the Assistant Director's letter again before letting the paper slide out of his hands and onto his desk. Leaning back in his chair, he looked around the office. He had long ago memorized the intricate maze of cubicles and he recognized the faces of the agents around the office. He knew his team: the way Megan smiled when her profiler's hunch paid off, the way Don scowled and checked his watch when he was nervous, the way Charlie's expression changed when he spoke math and when he found a way to make the agents understand it. Most of all, he knew David... and he understood what it meant to gain David's trust and friendship.
As David walked by, avoiding his gaze as though Colby didn't exist, he also knew what it meant to lose every thing. He watched his best friend walking away without a word, and once again he considered the letter.
A prime post waited for him in Washington, DC. This was the career advancement of a lifetime.
But what did that matter when his best friend wouldn't even speak to him?
Maybe he should accept the offer. At least then, David wouldn't have to be reminded of the crimes Colby had committed against their friendship.
But being three thousand miles away from the faces, the people, the sun, the surf, the city he knew seemed less like a reward and more like cruel and unusual punishment for his heroism.
If he left... would it matter?
If he left... would they care?
If he left... could he ever fix this thing with David?
He furrowed his brows as he sat forward, having his answer.
He picked up the phone and dialed. DC would have to find another agent. He was staying where he knew he belonged.
Title: If He Left...
Pairing/Characters: Colby, the FBI team
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Should he stay or should he go?
Spoilers: definitely 4.02 - Hollywood Homicide and 4.03 - Velocity; possibly 3.24 - The Janus List and 4.01 - Trust Metric.
Notes/Warnings: After a two month writing drought, I'm trying to finish some of the unfinished fic in my "stories in progress" folder. This drabble was hidden on my laptop and I managed to finish it today. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Colby read the Assistant Director's letter again before letting the paper slide out of his hands and onto his desk. Leaning back in his chair, he looked around the office. He had long ago memorized the intricate maze of cubicles and he recognized the faces of the agents around the office. He knew his team: the way Megan smiled when her profiler's hunch paid off, the way Don scowled and checked his watch when he was nervous, the way Charlie's expression changed when he spoke math and when he found a way to make the agents understand it. Most of all, he knew David... and he understood what it meant to gain David's trust and friendship.
As David walked by, avoiding his gaze as though Colby didn't exist, he also knew what it meant to lose every thing. He watched his best friend walking away without a word, and once again he considered the letter.
A prime post waited for him in Washington, DC. This was the career advancement of a lifetime.
But what did that matter when his best friend wouldn't even speak to him?
Maybe he should accept the offer. At least then, David wouldn't have to be reminded of the crimes Colby had committed against their friendship.
But being three thousand miles away from the faces, the people, the sun, the surf, the city he knew seemed less like a reward and more like cruel and unusual punishment for his heroism.
If he left... would it matter?
If he left... would they care?
If he left... could he ever fix this thing with David?
He furrowed his brows as he sat forward, having his answer.
He picked up the phone and dialed. DC would have to find another agent. He was staying where he knew he belonged.