FIC: Holding on to a lie, Part 21 (Colby/Charlie, Amita, Liz, Ian, Alan, Don, OMC, R)
Title: "Safe from harm"
Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 21
Characters: Colby/Charlie, Amita, Liz, ian, Alan, Don, OMC.
Rating: R for violence.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Amita really knows how to use a knife.
Feedback: I love it, yay! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own any OCs.
Beta: The wonderful fredbassett. I can't even tell you how much I appreciate all the help. *g*
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Part 21: “Safe from harm”
Colby swallowed. He couldn’t reach for a gun. He couldn’t do anything but watch.
Charlie held his breath. This was going to be bad.
Berenson licked his lips, whispering into the bug he had on, “Take us out of here, now.”
Liz sighed and grabbed her bleeding leg. She never stopped looking at her opponent.
Amita took a step forward and got her knife ready for the fight.
“What the hell is going on there?” Don yelled when he heard the sounds of a fight - yelling, cursing, things getting broken, Bob Berenson’s heavy breathing… He immediately called Edgerton. “Damn it, Ian, if you don’t break into the house right now, I will, no matter what! Get my father out of there, now!”
Running his hands over his face, Don looked at the screen of the laptops he had in front of him. His father would be the first one to be rescued - but would he survive?
He hated not being able to think straight. And if he couldn’t lead his team, then, what would happen to Charlie and Colby? What about Liz and Berenson? The noises that came from inside the house definitely weren’t a good sign.
Amita certainly knew how to handle her knife, as well as she knew how to use a gun. Now she was swinging the knife skillfully, a deadly weapon in her hand.
In front of her, Liz walked backwards, being careful not to stumble over anything, always keeping an eye on the mad woman who had kidnapped her friends.
“Does your leg hurt, Liz?”
“Damn,” the female agent whispered, conscious of her aching wound.
“Oh, poor Liz. The little bitch who hooked up with her boss. I think that means you’re a real whore, huh?”
In that moment, Liz’s astonished face said everything. “What?”
“How many couples have you broken up? Were they happy like Charlie and I once were before Colby came into our lives?”
From now on, Liz would have to be very careful with Amita. She was comparing her to Colby, and she would probably treat her the same way she would like to treat Colby…
But if Amita hated him, then why hadn’t she hurt him yet? Hours had passed, and Colby wondered why he was still handcuffed to the banister, untouched. Why can’t he hurt me and leave Charlie and the others alone? I’m the one who screwed up everything in her life!
“I never did anything like that,” Liz stated, as she continued walking backwards with Amita getting closer and closer, radiating ill intent.
“Oh, yeah, right. That is exactly what Colby would have said.”
Liz turned to Colby, who simply shook his head and started trying to get out of his handcuffs. But if he hadn’t been able to escape from them already, then his efforts to get free now wouldn’t work this time, either.
Breathing hard, Liz turned to Amita again. And Amita attacked.
Amita swung her knife, trying to reach Liz’s body with it. Her expression was furious and determined to do only one thing - cause more pain. Luckily, Liz knew what moves to use…
She defended herself with kicks and punches that Amita didn’t even see coming. She had no chance to respond; soon, she was on the floor, catching her breath.
“You’ve got your secret skills in handling guns and knives, but what about a real fight?”
But when Liz went to grab her gun, the one she had dropped before when Amita had sunk her knife into her, her opponent was already running towards her.
She didn’t get to turn around to face her. Within a second, Amita had jumped her, taking Liz with her onto the table, smashing her against it and putting her knife against the agent’s throat.
“You might not be the best at fighting, but when your heart is broken, you’re capable of doing pretty much everything,” Amita muttered very close to Liz’s mouth. But she wasn’t really talking to her. Colby could see her eyes fixed on Charlie’s who was resting on his elbows on the floor, holding his head but still trying to follow the fight.
Liz sighed when Amita’s knife trailed her neck and then suddenly sank into her leg again. “Bitch!”
“Sorry, but I think it’s the other way around.”
And without a warning, Amita stabbed Liz’s leg a couple more times, making her scream in pain and lose her energy…
Colby knew how that felt, it was like a war wound. She would have felt a heat on her leg, her nerves breaking as she couldn’t move her body from the waist down.
“How does that feel?” Amita asked her, smiling.
“Bitch,” Liz whispered.
And of course, Amita heard it. “What did you just say?”
The female agent looked at her in the eyes. “I said you’re a bitch.”
And with that, Liz was pushed back onto the floor, close to the table, close to Charlie, who was trembling from head to toe. “Stay calm, stay calm,” she told him, and then she had Amita’s foot kicking her in the stomach.
Desperate, Liz kicked out at Amita, striking her in the legs, making her fall onto the floor, as well. She dragged herself across the floor and reached out for her gun. Then she tried to point it at Amita, but she had the cold metal of the knife against her neck again. Amita took the gun and wrapped her arms around Liz’s neck, chocking her.
She finally hit Liz’s head with the back of the gun and the female agent was knocked unconscious.
“I guess you weren’t that good, after all,” Amita whispered, looking at the still body of Liz.
But then she looked around, like she had noticed something. She had her eyes on Berenson, who was behind the couch, and appeared to be talking.
Damn, he’s carrying a bug and she knows it. Shaking his head, Colby tried to stay focused. He had to do something that didn’t require him to get rid of his cuffs - but what?
Slowly, Amita approached the couch, and although Colby couldn’t hear what Berenson was saying, the agent was sure he was talking to Don, telling him what had happened and that he wanted the team to come and save everybody as soon as possible.
“Bobby?” she said in a sweet tone of voice.
Berenson’s head popped out from behind the couch; Amita’s approach had obviously taken him by surprise, and caught him in the act. He dragged himself through the floor, trying to escape from her, but she took him by his jacket and stopped him.
He didn’t even look at her. He just swallowed and waited. And suddenly, Amita’s hands were all over him, opening his shirt, making the buttons fly away until she found the microphone the therapist had taped to his chest.
“Ah, so this is part of your little game, huh?” she said in anger, and she pulled off the bug from his skin, making him yelp. And finally, she talked to the device. “Don.”
Don jumped in his seat when he heard Amita calling his name. She had obviously discovered the bug and was using it to communicate her demands.
He called Megan and David, but she was the only one who came into the van. David preferred to stay outside, walking around, like he was trying to make a decision or come up with a good plan.
Again, Don wanted to ask him what was wrong with him, but listening to Amita was more important than that at the moment.
“Don, I know you can hear me, and I’m going to say this once…” she continued. “I’ve got your…”
She stopped talking. Something unexpected had to have happened.
Don yelled, “Ian, go, go, go!”
Ian crossed the backyard alone. He needed the snipers outside, and as usual, he wanted to handle things by himself - especially in a case that was somewhat closer to him than the rest, given the people involved.
He rapidly climbed up wall of the house, trying to reach the window Professor Fleinhardt had come out of a while ago. It was pretty easy, and when he was able to get to Alan’s bedroom, he held up his gun, just in case.
“Damn,” he whispered when he saw that the room was empty. “There’s no one here,” he said to his microphone.
“No, my father has to…” Don objected.
“I’m going in.”
Slowly, Ian checked out every corner of the room, and then he approached the door. He was reaching the stairs when he heard familiar voices.
He could see Alan coming down the stairs, as well as Colby handcuffed to the banister, but he didn’t have a clear shot at Amita.
Of course, he would have just shot the perpetrator if it had been anyone else. But this was Amita, Charlie’s girlfriend, someone who had worked closely with the FBI and who knew a lot of its techniques and tricks. If he pulled the trigger, he’d only hurt her; he wouldn’t kill her, given the people who knew her and somehow still loved her, no matter what, like her parents.
What would Alan do? Why had he left his bedroom? And more important, how had he been able to do it? He had just had some kind of attack, according to Don. Where had he got his energy from?
The answer was right in front of him - the need to keep a son safe from harm.
He listened to Charlie’s father as he talked.
“Please… don’t do this,” Alan muttered, holding to the banister as he walked down the stairs, step by step, trying not to fall onto the floor.
Everybody was staring at the pale old man, who was having trouble breathing. Amita had stopped talking into the bug Berenson carried, and Liz was on the floor, wounded.
“I’m so sorry, Alan,” Amita said, looking at him with tearful eyes. “I’m so sorry. But this is fair, don’t you see it? You aren’t my target. Like I said to Megan, you’re collateral damage. And I regret having given you the sleeping pills. I really do.” Her lips trembled as she paused. “Please, don’t walk anymore, rest. Sit at the table with us.”
“But…”
“Please.”
Alan and Amita looked into each other eyes, and after a few seconds, the man was walking toward the table, breathing hard while watching his youngest son on the floor, in the hands of a mad woman who apparently couldn’t be taken down by anyone so far.
Ian licked his lips, checking his gun. It made a click, and he hoped Amita hadn’t heard it, in the silence that had descended.
And there was her voice again. “Don, I’ve got your agent down, and Berenson won’t be a problem for me. I also have Colby and Charlie still here… but I wasn’t expecting your father to come down the stairs. The three of them are unharmed… but that could change if you don’t make Ian Edgerton go away before I count to three!”
Ian cursed when he realized that the sound of his gun had been heard. He could hear Don’s words through his headphones, saying, “Ian, get out of there, we’ll come up with another idea!”
But he didn’t go away. He retreated only slightly so Amita wouldn’t worry about him, but he decided to remain very close to the stairs, waiting for a distraction so he could fix the situation.
He paid attention to Amita’s last words to Don. “Your dad, your brother and I are having a family moment in which we’ll have a very interesting conversation. And I’d love to invite you to share it, but apparently, you’ve decided to destroy the happiness we have. I’m sorry, Don. This is a private reunion you won’t get access to.”
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Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 21
Characters: Colby/Charlie, Amita, Liz, ian, Alan, Don, OMC.
Rating: R for violence.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Amita really knows how to use a knife.
Feedback: I love it, yay! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own any OCs.
Beta: The wonderful fredbassett. I can't even tell you how much I appreciate all the help. *g*
Previous chapter
Next chapter
Holding on to a lie
Part 21: “Safe from harm”
Colby swallowed. He couldn’t reach for a gun. He couldn’t do anything but watch.
Charlie held his breath. This was going to be bad.
Berenson licked his lips, whispering into the bug he had on, “Take us out of here, now.”
Liz sighed and grabbed her bleeding leg. She never stopped looking at her opponent.
Amita took a step forward and got her knife ready for the fight.
“What the hell is going on there?” Don yelled when he heard the sounds of a fight - yelling, cursing, things getting broken, Bob Berenson’s heavy breathing… He immediately called Edgerton. “Damn it, Ian, if you don’t break into the house right now, I will, no matter what! Get my father out of there, now!”
Running his hands over his face, Don looked at the screen of the laptops he had in front of him. His father would be the first one to be rescued - but would he survive?
He hated not being able to think straight. And if he couldn’t lead his team, then, what would happen to Charlie and Colby? What about Liz and Berenson? The noises that came from inside the house definitely weren’t a good sign.
Amita certainly knew how to handle her knife, as well as she knew how to use a gun. Now she was swinging the knife skillfully, a deadly weapon in her hand.
In front of her, Liz walked backwards, being careful not to stumble over anything, always keeping an eye on the mad woman who had kidnapped her friends.
“Does your leg hurt, Liz?”
“Damn,” the female agent whispered, conscious of her aching wound.
“Oh, poor Liz. The little bitch who hooked up with her boss. I think that means you’re a real whore, huh?”
In that moment, Liz’s astonished face said everything. “What?”
“How many couples have you broken up? Were they happy like Charlie and I once were before Colby came into our lives?”
From now on, Liz would have to be very careful with Amita. She was comparing her to Colby, and she would probably treat her the same way she would like to treat Colby…
But if Amita hated him, then why hadn’t she hurt him yet? Hours had passed, and Colby wondered why he was still handcuffed to the banister, untouched. Why can’t he hurt me and leave Charlie and the others alone? I’m the one who screwed up everything in her life!
“I never did anything like that,” Liz stated, as she continued walking backwards with Amita getting closer and closer, radiating ill intent.
“Oh, yeah, right. That is exactly what Colby would have said.”
Liz turned to Colby, who simply shook his head and started trying to get out of his handcuffs. But if he hadn’t been able to escape from them already, then his efforts to get free now wouldn’t work this time, either.
Breathing hard, Liz turned to Amita again. And Amita attacked.
Amita swung her knife, trying to reach Liz’s body with it. Her expression was furious and determined to do only one thing - cause more pain. Luckily, Liz knew what moves to use…
She defended herself with kicks and punches that Amita didn’t even see coming. She had no chance to respond; soon, she was on the floor, catching her breath.
“You’ve got your secret skills in handling guns and knives, but what about a real fight?”
But when Liz went to grab her gun, the one she had dropped before when Amita had sunk her knife into her, her opponent was already running towards her.
She didn’t get to turn around to face her. Within a second, Amita had jumped her, taking Liz with her onto the table, smashing her against it and putting her knife against the agent’s throat.
“You might not be the best at fighting, but when your heart is broken, you’re capable of doing pretty much everything,” Amita muttered very close to Liz’s mouth. But she wasn’t really talking to her. Colby could see her eyes fixed on Charlie’s who was resting on his elbows on the floor, holding his head but still trying to follow the fight.
Liz sighed when Amita’s knife trailed her neck and then suddenly sank into her leg again. “Bitch!”
“Sorry, but I think it’s the other way around.”
And without a warning, Amita stabbed Liz’s leg a couple more times, making her scream in pain and lose her energy…
Colby knew how that felt, it was like a war wound. She would have felt a heat on her leg, her nerves breaking as she couldn’t move her body from the waist down.
“How does that feel?” Amita asked her, smiling.
“Bitch,” Liz whispered.
And of course, Amita heard it. “What did you just say?”
The female agent looked at her in the eyes. “I said you’re a bitch.”
And with that, Liz was pushed back onto the floor, close to the table, close to Charlie, who was trembling from head to toe. “Stay calm, stay calm,” she told him, and then she had Amita’s foot kicking her in the stomach.
Desperate, Liz kicked out at Amita, striking her in the legs, making her fall onto the floor, as well. She dragged herself across the floor and reached out for her gun. Then she tried to point it at Amita, but she had the cold metal of the knife against her neck again. Amita took the gun and wrapped her arms around Liz’s neck, chocking her.
She finally hit Liz’s head with the back of the gun and the female agent was knocked unconscious.
“I guess you weren’t that good, after all,” Amita whispered, looking at the still body of Liz.
But then she looked around, like she had noticed something. She had her eyes on Berenson, who was behind the couch, and appeared to be talking.
Damn, he’s carrying a bug and she knows it. Shaking his head, Colby tried to stay focused. He had to do something that didn’t require him to get rid of his cuffs - but what?
Slowly, Amita approached the couch, and although Colby couldn’t hear what Berenson was saying, the agent was sure he was talking to Don, telling him what had happened and that he wanted the team to come and save everybody as soon as possible.
“Bobby?” she said in a sweet tone of voice.
Berenson’s head popped out from behind the couch; Amita’s approach had obviously taken him by surprise, and caught him in the act. He dragged himself through the floor, trying to escape from her, but she took him by his jacket and stopped him.
He didn’t even look at her. He just swallowed and waited. And suddenly, Amita’s hands were all over him, opening his shirt, making the buttons fly away until she found the microphone the therapist had taped to his chest.
“Ah, so this is part of your little game, huh?” she said in anger, and she pulled off the bug from his skin, making him yelp. And finally, she talked to the device. “Don.”
Don jumped in his seat when he heard Amita calling his name. She had obviously discovered the bug and was using it to communicate her demands.
He called Megan and David, but she was the only one who came into the van. David preferred to stay outside, walking around, like he was trying to make a decision or come up with a good plan.
Again, Don wanted to ask him what was wrong with him, but listening to Amita was more important than that at the moment.
“Don, I know you can hear me, and I’m going to say this once…” she continued. “I’ve got your…”
She stopped talking. Something unexpected had to have happened.
Don yelled, “Ian, go, go, go!”
Ian crossed the backyard alone. He needed the snipers outside, and as usual, he wanted to handle things by himself - especially in a case that was somewhat closer to him than the rest, given the people involved.
He rapidly climbed up wall of the house, trying to reach the window Professor Fleinhardt had come out of a while ago. It was pretty easy, and when he was able to get to Alan’s bedroom, he held up his gun, just in case.
“Damn,” he whispered when he saw that the room was empty. “There’s no one here,” he said to his microphone.
“No, my father has to…” Don objected.
“I’m going in.”
Slowly, Ian checked out every corner of the room, and then he approached the door. He was reaching the stairs when he heard familiar voices.
He could see Alan coming down the stairs, as well as Colby handcuffed to the banister, but he didn’t have a clear shot at Amita.
Of course, he would have just shot the perpetrator if it had been anyone else. But this was Amita, Charlie’s girlfriend, someone who had worked closely with the FBI and who knew a lot of its techniques and tricks. If he pulled the trigger, he’d only hurt her; he wouldn’t kill her, given the people who knew her and somehow still loved her, no matter what, like her parents.
What would Alan do? Why had he left his bedroom? And more important, how had he been able to do it? He had just had some kind of attack, according to Don. Where had he got his energy from?
The answer was right in front of him - the need to keep a son safe from harm.
He listened to Charlie’s father as he talked.
“Please… don’t do this,” Alan muttered, holding to the banister as he walked down the stairs, step by step, trying not to fall onto the floor.
Everybody was staring at the pale old man, who was having trouble breathing. Amita had stopped talking into the bug Berenson carried, and Liz was on the floor, wounded.
“I’m so sorry, Alan,” Amita said, looking at him with tearful eyes. “I’m so sorry. But this is fair, don’t you see it? You aren’t my target. Like I said to Megan, you’re collateral damage. And I regret having given you the sleeping pills. I really do.” Her lips trembled as she paused. “Please, don’t walk anymore, rest. Sit at the table with us.”
“But…”
“Please.”
Alan and Amita looked into each other eyes, and after a few seconds, the man was walking toward the table, breathing hard while watching his youngest son on the floor, in the hands of a mad woman who apparently couldn’t be taken down by anyone so far.
Ian licked his lips, checking his gun. It made a click, and he hoped Amita hadn’t heard it, in the silence that had descended.
And there was her voice again. “Don, I’ve got your agent down, and Berenson won’t be a problem for me. I also have Colby and Charlie still here… but I wasn’t expecting your father to come down the stairs. The three of them are unharmed… but that could change if you don’t make Ian Edgerton go away before I count to three!”
Ian cursed when he realized that the sound of his gun had been heard. He could hear Don’s words through his headphones, saying, “Ian, get out of there, we’ll come up with another idea!”
But he didn’t go away. He retreated only slightly so Amita wouldn’t worry about him, but he decided to remain very close to the stairs, waiting for a distraction so he could fix the situation.
He paid attention to Amita’s last words to Don. “Your dad, your brother and I are having a family moment in which we’ll have a very interesting conversation. And I’d love to invite you to share it, but apparently, you’ve decided to destroy the happiness we have. I’m sorry, Don. This is a private reunion you won’t get access to.”
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