Fic:Taken, PG-13 almost R, Cassy27, chymom
Title: Taken
Authors: Cassy27 / Chymom
Words: 1647
Characters/parings: Colby/Charlie
Rating: T
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters of Numb3rs!
Chapter 6
The drive to his destination was completely insane. All that Colby could think of was one man.
Charlie.
He was speeding hard, he knew this, but he couldn't bring himself to really care. Charlie was in trouble, he was in danger and only Colby could help him. More than that, he was the only one that could save him from Mike.
As 30 minutes passed, Colby found himself to be making a left turn for the last time. At the end of this forsaken road, a little house would stand. He still remembered every detail from the cottage. A wooden smell surrounding it, the flower curtains that needed to be replaced, the old, gray couch in the corner of the living room,...
So many memories came flooding back to him as well.
In that house, Colby had shared his first date with Mike. The house had belonged to Mike's grandfather who no longer used it, so he had been planning to sell it. Mike had bought the house, though he had never found the time to clean it up and all.
In that house, their first kiss had happened. Their first fight had happened there and their first time sleeping together. Having been young, they had always told each other that when the time was right, they would more in together and that little house at the end of this road would become their new home.
It was everything but home for Colby now. Charlie was in there, possibly in pain or in agony. Hell was waiting on him inside that house and when Colby pulled up in front of it, he felt his heart sink heavy inside his chest. He was not sure if he could deal with this all.
Charlie.
Only one thought made him get out of the car. Charlie needed him and that was all that mattered.
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Megan heard an engine roar to life and turning around, she saw Colby take off in a hurry. Running to the car, she knew it was pointless. There was no way she could stop Colby from doing something completely idiotic.
"Colby!" she yelled, coming to a halt, "COLBY!"
Every head turned towards her, trying to see what was happening, but only Don came to stand with Megan to ask her what exactly was going on.
"What is it?" he wanted to know, only seeing a car driving away. He did not understand why Colby would just take of like that. Only then did the thought hit him. "Is he...?" He couldn't finish his sentence. He needed to hear Megan tell him in order to believe this.
"He's going to Mike," Megan sighed, her hands planted in her side, "he knows where he is."
"Damn it," David said as he heard Megan and Don talking.
"He took my SUV," Don spoke, still gazing at the cloud of dust that was filling the air where only moments ago, Colby had been driving. "Call in and get the tracking link started." Don turned his attention to everyone standing close by. "Thanks for all the help," he spoke, "but we need to head out." As soon as the words left Don's mouth, the team was getting into the other SUV, ready to head south as well.
"Colby has about a twenty minute head start on us," Megan said, turned to look at Don as he put his foot a little heaver on the accelerator pedal. No one really new to much about Colby's past with Mike except for Charlie of course, but right now, he was the one they couldn't ask for help.
"You got to be kidding me," Don exclaimed as finally comprehended Megan's words. His fist hit the steering-wheel hard. They had gained about ten minutes, but suddenly, they were completely stuck. Not only was traffic being a bitch, no one had any idea where Colby was going exactly. Should they make a left or right turn? Should they simply follow the main road?
As Don decided to follow the main road for now, he suddenly saw traffic standing completely still due to a road paving on the other side of the street.
"Why is the world against us today?" David mumbled mostly to himself in the back seat.
"Let's just take a few deep breaths," Megan said, "we won't do any one any good if we let things like this get to us."
Normally, Megan's words of wisdom didn't bother Don. Now, however, they had the other effect on him.
"Megan," he said, his voice surprisingly hard, "it's not only Charlie we have to worry about now. Colby is out there and who knows where 'out there' is? Charlie is hurt and Mike and Colby are the only ones that know where he is. We are stuck in this mess and in the mean time, one of my agents and my brother could be hurt or worse; they could be dying and we're stuck here!"
Both agents knew that their boss didn't show this much emotion about his work ever. Being as he was now, it showed them just how much this was hurting him. Of course, no one blamed him. This was part of his family and everyone simply wanted Colby and Charlie safe.
"We'll find them," was all that Megan said.
Don shot a dark gaze towards her. All that he truly wanted was a moment of peace and quiet. Some time to think might actually help them figure out where Colby and Charlie were. A cellphone started ringing loudly, however, and Don immediately turned to Megan.
She searched every pocket for the little phone when she finally found it in the inner pocket of her jacket. In one swift movement, she had the phone against her air.
"Agent Reeves," she greeted whoever was calling her.
Don anxiously waited on Megan to say something, but all that she seemed to be doing was nod.
"Alright," she said, "got it. Thanks." Disconnecting the call, a smile appeared on her face and Don knew that could only mean good news. "I know where Colby is," she announced.
Don didn't hesitate after hearing the address. Turning his car around, he made a left turn and headed to where he knew Charlie and Colby were. If only they were okay.
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The front door cracked open as Colby gently pushed it. It didn't seem to be able to hold much pressure as it was old and desperately needed a new layer of paint. Arriving in a long hallway, the walls threw a long shadow on the floor, making it hard for the agent to see where he was walking. He knew the house well enough, however, to know where everything was.
Near the end of the hall, a stairwell would lead them to the two bedrooms upstairs. Only three doors where visible. One would lead Colby into the kitchen, another into the living room. The third door would have him enter the bathroom. There was a fourth door, however, hiding behind the stairwell. Taking that door, he would arrive in the cellar.
Colby knew Mike well enough to know that he would be hiding there. He had called it his safe-haven one day and it hadn't been a typical cellar after all. A large window near the top of the far wall allowed sunlight to illuminate the entire basement. A couch stood in the corner, a small TV in front of it. There was a bookcase, a pile of DVD's and CD's, but Colby wasn't sure if those would still be there. No one had lived here in a while after all.
Opening that hidden door, Colby already smelt that familiar scent of old paint. Taking one step at a time, he descended the stairs, taking in every detail of the room. He noticed the flowers on a small desk near his left. He saw dust laying everywhere. He could see the old books where still present and then his eye fell upon the one person he loved more than anyone in his life.
Charlie.
He lay motionless on the couch, his legs pulled up high to his chest, one arm laying carelessly over the edge of the couch. His face looked very pale and Colby knew his lover was sick. He saw the dark circles around his eyes perfectly, even from the distance he was standing and drips of dried blood stuck near his left temple.
Colby crossed the room in a second, kneeling down beside the couch, his hand carefully caressing Charlie's cheek.
"Charlie," he whispered, hoping for a reaction. Nothing happened, though, and Charlie's eyes remained closed.
"I was wondering what took you so long," a heavy voice said.
Colby didn't need to turn around, he could recognize that voice anywhere. He simply took in a deep breath, calming himself down. Yelling would be pointless, killing him might not be the best solution either, though Colby's fingers were aching to grab his gun.
"Don't even think about it," Mike said, seeming to know what Colby was thinking, "take out your gun slowly and slide it towards me."
Colby turned around now on his knees, his gaze finally leaving Charlie's face. Suddenly, he was staring right into the barrel of a gun. He had no other choice but to do what Mike said. Slowly reaching for his gun, he slid it over towards the man he hated so much.
"What have you done to Charlie?" Colby demanded to know. He didn't care Mike had all the power at this moment. His only concern was for the man laying on the couch. He wasn't even worried about his own life.
"He'll be fine," Mike grinned, his grasp tightening on his gun, "I hope."
AN: Thanks to those that took the time to read this chapter. I hope there weren't too many mistakes in it. The next chapter will be posted as soon as possible!