Fic: Target, Chapter 4 (Numb3rs, David / Bobby, Don / Martin)
Title: Target, Chapter 4
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger,
Don Eppes / Martin Fridegord,
David Sinclair / Ian Edgerton / Bobby
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“Wake up…” David groaned and elbowed Bobby to snap him out of his lengthy nap. “Your phone’s ringing.”
“Whoever it is, tell him to go and shove his phone-”
“It’s probably important.” David shoved the phone under the covers. Bobby snapped it open and pulled the blankets over his head again.
“Hello… yeah? Yeah, agent Sinclair’s here. Just a minute.” He crawled out of the bed and shoved the phone back to David. “Wilson’s coming to get me, she wants to talk to you.”
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“Sure you don’t want any?” Martin offered the last portion of the French fries.
“I’m full.” Don patted his belly and groaned. “How the hell can you eat so much?”
“It’s a family curse. “ Martin shrugged and leaned against the headboard. “My dad’s the same. When we hit thirty, we got to eat more to keep up the our weight.”
“Don’t rub it in…” Don send one last forlorn glance at the fries. “My family curse is high cholesterol and blood pressure.”
“You’re healthy as a horse. Or more like a camel.”
“Camel?”
“Yeah.” Martin bit off half of a French fries and smirked. “Camels deposit fat for a dry period.” He bare foot wandered across the bed rub against Don’s stomach. “But you’re not gonna get a hump like they do.”
“Are you saying I’m getting fat?”
“No, I just mean you got a bit more padding in the middle than you used to.”
“Just because you can eat like a starving man and not gain an ounce-”
“Don, I think I need to make something clear.” Martin placed the small bag of fries on the nightstand and crawled over to Don. He pressed his chest against Don’s back and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist. “You were and you are…” He pressed a small kiss on the crook of Don’s neck. “… a hot guy…” His hands stroked Don’s abdomen in soothing circles. “… all over.” He rested his head lightly on Don’s shoulder. “Belly included.”
“Don’t call it belly.” Don chuckled and turned his head to the side for real kiss. “That’s almost as bad as tummy, both of them make me sound like a five year old.”
“What would you call it?”
“Stomach. Or abdomen. Midsection.”
“I like tummy and belly. They got a soft sound-”
“Soft?”
“They sound soft, I didn’t say your belly is soft.”
“Are you sure about that?” Don leaned in for another kiss and pressed Martin down on his back, crawling on top of him to pin him down. “I’m up for any kind of studies on the topic in case you wanna-”
“Are you two decent?” David yelled through the door.
“-in case you wanna postpone this.” Don finished with a groan and got up. “Sinclair?”
“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to talk.”
“Wait a sec.” Don hopped into his jeans and went to open the door. Martin, who’d had the foresight to get into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt after their pre-meal activities, send him a smug grin. Don pulled the door open and let David in.
“This better be important-”
“Did Wilson call you?”
“No.”
“They got a tip about a new attempt, she’s moving Bobby to a new location right now.”
“Now?” Don pulled his shirt on and stepped into his shoes. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“I just heard about it. She’s in his room right now, she called from the car and told told us to get him ready.”
“I’ll have a word with her.” Don grabbed his gun and badge from the nightstand. “You help Martin pack and drive him to the office, we’ll figure out what to do next when we get there.”
He gave David a pat on the shoulder and hurried out to the hallway, where he almost crashed into the agent Frantz. He rushed down the hallway and reached the door of Bobby’s room as the man was leaving with agent Wilson.
“What’s going on and why wasn’t I informed?”
“One of our snitches spit out a tip. Men are raiding a motel, where the hitmen are supposed to be, but until we know the outcome we need to move him.”
“Move him where?”
“To the field office for now, until we can select a new location.”
“Where’s your car?”
“In parking hall.”
“I’ll escort you.” Don took Bobby’s left side while Wilson stayed on the right side. The hallways were practically empty and they made it to the elevators without running into any hotel customers. The elevator doors closed and Don glared at Wilson through the glass wall.
The agent still had her hand on her gun, ready to pull it out at any minute. Her face was the epitome of cool and calm effectiveness, but the slight shakiness of her hands indicated she wasn’t any happier about the sudden changes than Don was.
The elevator pinged and the doors opened. The motion censors lit up the lights of the parking hall and Don scanned the hall quickly.
“We’re alone.”
The trio stepped out of the elevator and Don pointed at the standard bureau vehicle parked on the other side of the hall.
“Yours?”
“Yeah. We’ll see you at the office.” Wilson placed her hand on the small of Bobby’s back and guided him between the rows of vehicles. Don nodded and turned to leave.
He wasn’t sure what made him stop, but a nagging feeling in his head kept telling him he was missing something. The sound of Wilson’s heels clicking against the concrete floor became fainter. Then he heard a tiny sound. A metallic snap that brought back a wave of recollections. Tiny pieces came together and he swung around a second too late.
All he could see was a flash of flames consuming his field vision. The pressure wave knocked him down on the ground and hot flash of air washed over him. The explosion blocked his ears and the only thing he could hear was his own heart pounding inside his chest. Small pieces of the vehicle rained down, hitting the floor silently.
Chapter 5