FIC: Holding on to a lie, Part 22 (Charlie/Colby, Charlie/Amita, OMC, Ian, Alan, Don, Megan, PG-13)
Title: "With love"
Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 22
Characters: Charlie/Colby, Charlie/Amita, OMC, Ian, Alan, Don, Megan, David.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: She will break them because that's what they deserve.
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. You are awesome.
Author's note: This chapter comes with a video!! This doesn't contain clips from "Thoughtcrimes," but the next one will. Oh, and the ending is NOT a spoiler! I invented that scene and I did it with love for the people who are reading this story.
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Part 22: “With love”
Fifteen minutes after Alan had come down the stairs, things were quite different. There was silence everywhere. Only the heavy breathing of the hostages, now numbering five, could be heard.
It was all so beautiful. Alan had been so nice to Amita, he hadn’t complained when she had asked him to tie Colby’s ankles together with duct tape. Charlie’s father was simply too sweet. And now there he was, seated at the table, enjoying the tea Amita had made for him and the rest of the family.
She watched him sip his drink and occasionally asked him, “Is it any good?” Of course, he was the world’s best father-in-law - every time she asked him that question, he nodded and kept asking for more.
She didn’t mind asking Charlie if he was enjoying his tea, either. He just watched the cup, his eyes red, as if he couldn’t hold the pain the situation was causing him anymore.
Poor, genius Charlie. He absolutely deserved that.
He could ignore the tea, but ah, but he wouldn’t refuse the cookies. He just wouldn’t. Why would he? They were the lovely expression of the affection Amita had for him.
You’ll love me.
“Cookies will be done in a minute,” she said, as she looked around. “Do you want one, Liz?” she asked to the agent who was still lying unconscious on the floor. “I guess not.” She smiled as she kept looking at the other people around the table. Besides Alan and Charlie, there was Bob, who kept watching his trembling hands and drinking tea like crazy.
No one looked at each other, everyone was enjoying the moment. Amita loved this kind of reunion in which the guests took a second to actually perceive what surrounded them and acknowledge the beauty of it.
It was time to check the cookies; taking a deep breath, Amita smiled to Colby, who was still handcuffed to the banister and now couldn’t even move his legs. She went into the kitchen, knowing that Bob wouldn’t react. She knew a lot about him, and what she didn’t know, she could easily figure it out.
“Finally,” she muttered as she saw that the edges or the cookies were already golden. She took them out of the oven, put them on a tray and carefully bit into one. They were just perfect.
Focused on getting the hostages out of the house, Ian Edgerton started walking down the stairs. When Colby looked at him and was about to speak, he motioned to him to be quiet. The green-eyed agent immediately nodded and waited for Ian to come closer.
As Charlie, Alan and Bob turned to Ian, their expressions turned from desperate to surprised and relieved.
Colby told the sniper, “She has to have something planned for me. She hasn’t touched me since she started this…”
“Then I’m going to get you out of here,” Ian said, grabbing Colby’s handcuffs.
“No, no…”
“What?”
“I can guarantee that I’m the one she wants the most. If you take me out of here first, she’ll take it out on the others, especially Charlie.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Ian kept shaking his head, and now he was pointing at the chains of Colby’s cuffs with his gun.
“Don’t do it, please!” Colby whispered. “I know what I’m doing. Let me handle this, I can take it. You can save the others and leave me here, I…”
In that moment, the sound of Amita’s footsteps made everyone turn to the kitchen door. Breathing hard, Ian looked at Colby in the eyes and knew that he was telling the truth. He didn’t like the plan, if the agent even had one. If this case had been anything different, he would have just broken in and ended the situation himself.
But that wasn’t the way things were here. Cursing, Ian returned upstairs and saw Colby nod to the other hostages again, asking them to act as if the sniper had never been there.
When the oven door was opened, Amita hoped everyone could smell the wonderful cookies she had made.
“Ah…” she said as she smelled them again before leaving the tray in the middle of the table, where all her guests could see it. “Would you like a cookie, Alan?”
“Um… sure…” the old man said breathlessly, getting paler and paler with every passing second.
“You’re a wonderful man, did you know that, Alan?” Slowly, Amita held Alan and kissed his cheek. She could feel him trembling, he could feel the way he got tense when she approached him, but she didn’t care. This was her fantasy and she had the right to make it happen.
She watched him closely as he took a cookie and brought it into his mouth. He chewed it smiling sadly, but that was good enough for now.
“Don’t you want a cookie, Bobbie?”
Bob’s cup of tea almost slipped from his trembling hands when she spoke to him the way she used to when they were in bed together.
He wasn’t saying anything, so she left Alan and went towards her therapist. It was so good to have him there, at the table, at the reunion. There were so many things she wanted to tell him.
In a second, she moved behind him, and saw his hands leaving the cup. “Don’t you like the tea I made?”
“Of course I do.”
She spoke into his ear. “Ah, Bobbie, don’t lie to me. I know you don’t.” She ran her palms over his shoulders, cleaning the dust from his jacket from when she had dragged him onto the floor with her.
Then Amita started walking around the table, letting everyone see the gun she had inside her pants and the knife she had tied to her belt. “You know, I researched you, using the FBI passwords.”
“How? My file was classified…”
“Being a great computer science genius has never been so useful to me, Bob. It was really easy for me to get your data. And I didn’t like what I found.”
Bob swallowed, and Amita licked her lips. She approached him again, enjoying every second of it.
“I know what happened to your wife. Amy Rowland - raped and murdered in an alley three months after August 12th,1989, which was the day you two got married…”
“Don’t…”
“Don’t, what?”
“Don’t you dare… talk about her…”
Amita didn’t pay attention to Bob’s warning, and she continued, “A few years later, you started working with victims of rape because of her. You messed up your female patient’s minds and dragged them into your bed on certain months that reminded you of Amy’s death… You did to them exactly what you did to me…”
“Shut up.”
“Why?”
“Just shut up!” Bob was yelling at her, now, but he didn’t have the right to do that.
“I won’t. Because, I’m sorry to tell you this, Bob, but the fact that you’ve helped a couple of people to get better doesn’t excuse you for the abominations you’ve carried out!”
Bob hit the table, making the cups of tea and the pile of cookies shake. “I didn’t screw up those women’s lives, they weren’t ok and I wasn’t ok at that time of the year, so yes, we had sex!” He was angry and he kept talking with passion. “It wasn’t appropriate and I didn’t do anything to stop it, it happened and you can blame me for it! But you talk about abominations - then what’s this? How would you describe this, Amita?” he asked, opening his arms, referring to the entire situation they were involved in.
“This is justice, it’s not an abomination or anything like that,” she stated. “You’re doomed anyway. Remember the bug you brought here? It’s still on.”
With his mouth open in anger, Bob looked into her eyes, but then he stared at his tea cup again. He had obviously forgotten about the microphone and he had just realized that he had confessed his sins to the FBI team.
Smiling, Amita finally turned to one of her targets… Charlie hadn’t reacted since she had gently asked him to get his chair up again and sit on it. Now he was staring at his own cup, just like Bob, but leaning onto the table.
She approached him from behind and ran her palms over his back, giving him a massage. “Relax, Charlie…” she whispered into his ear. “This is going to be over soon, if you cooperate…” Teasingly, she bit his earlobe, making him yelp. “Relax…”
“Why?” Charlie muttered with his voice broken. “Why can’t this be different? Why can’t we talk?”
“Because when you left me, you made a really bad decision, isn’t that obvious? You played with me… now I’m playing with you.” She bit his earlobe harder, making him clench his teeth. “Please, Charlie… help me with this. Just do as I say, and everything will be alright… Could you do that…, please?” This time, she enjoyed the sensation of his body at her mercy, against hers. “You’re trembling. I like that.”
She walked around him and started kissing his cheek, reaching for his mouth, talking as her mind filled with good memories, of promises, of a better future. She didn’t even care if Alan or anyone else was watching.
“Remember when I was your student and we used to flirt with each other? Or when I used to come into your classroom and kiss you in front of everyone?”
“Colby and I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe me…”
“No, you didn’t want to, and yet you did. But now things are going to be the way they should… Since that day I knew I wasn’t ok…”
“What day?” Charlie whispered as Amita kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Since the day… Patrick kidnapped me… all these images started to fill my mind,” she explained, and she started running her fingers through his thick hair. “He showed me a video of you and Colby talking during the Bonnie Parks case. He said you were into him, and I didn’t believe him. He turned out to be right.”
There was so much silence around her.
“I could tell you my secrets, you know? You were the only person I could trust… After Patrick was killed and I did what I did to David, I decided that I wouldn’t leave the country. I locked myself in my apartment… until the ideas became stronger… and stronger…”
Amita could feel the soft touch of Charlie’s lips against hers as she continued her little, magical, disturbing tale. “I even went to the shooting range. Edgerton said that cookies were a good idea… I don’t even think he got the real meaning of my question, but still, he gave me the key to this family reunion… Isn’t it lovely?”
She could swear Charlie was saying, “Yes,” as she took his breath away with kisses. The fact that she was claiming him in front of others was even more arousing.
“I didn’t break. I got my job back… I came back and gave Alan sleeping pills. It wasn’t my intention to hurt him, but if you suffered because of it, then it was ok. It was what you deserved.”
Now Charlie’s body was tense again. She showered his face with soft, sweet kisses as she finished the story. “I took pictures of you and Colby. And I taped you two together… Ah, the things I’ve seen you two do… I needed to get that love back to me, no matter what. It was the only safe place for me…”
“You taped us…”
“In the garage.”
Amita felt satisfied when Charlie’s eyes went wide open, as if he had just realized what she had taped him and Colby doing.
She stopped kissing him and stepped aside, but she kept running her fingers through his wonderful hair. “C’mon, eat a cookie.”
“No.”
That couldn’t be true. “No?” she repeated.
Licking his lips, Charlie looked at her. His eyes were red and furious, and he reached for her arm, trying to hurt her. Amita reacted faster; within seconds, she was slapping him on the face, on his entire head…
“You’re going to eat my cookies! They were made with love!” she kept saying as she started crying again, even though she felt overwhelmed by the way Alan was desperately asking her to stop.
You’ll love me - even if I have to break you.
She only stopped hitting Charlie when he got dizzy and didn’t try to resist her anymore. Finally, she spoke into his ear once again. “Charlie, my mind is a disaster, don’t you see? I know how it works and I know that what it tells me to do is wrong for all of you. But… it’s good for me.”
“Well, we won’t let you!” it came a voice from outside the house. It was Don’s.
“We won’t let you, Amita,” said Don through his megaphone. His mind was clearer and he felt much more confident now that he seemed to have some kind of key to end the case. “We’ve called your parents. They’re on their way to L.A. right now.”
He nodded to his agents, thinking about Tapti and Sanjay Ramanujan. He couldn’t even imagine what it was like to have a crazy daughter who had kidnapped a family, a therapist and an FBI agent.
Megan suddenly came out of the van. She had remained there listening to Amita and Charlie’s conversation. “Don, Amita says that she doesn’t care about her parents coming here,” she informed him, and then looked at David, who was seated on the street, grabbing his head.
Don also kept his eyes on David. He had heard Amita saying something important before he left the van. “After Patrick was killed and I did what I did to David, I decided that I wouldn’t leave the country,” she had said. Of course, Don had thought that the story of Amita hurting David was some kind of misunderstanding, some kind of confusion, because she had always been a lovely person… until now.
And at this point, it was possible that David’s strange behavior was also a ramification of Amita’s pain.
Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 22
Characters: Charlie/Colby, Charlie/Amita, OMC, Ian, Alan, Don, Megan, David.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: She will break them because that's what they deserve.
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. You are awesome.
Author's note: This chapter comes with a video!! This doesn't contain clips from "Thoughtcrimes," but the next one will. Oh, and the ending is NOT a spoiler! I invented that scene and I did it with love for the people who are reading this story.
Previous chapter
Next chapter
Holding on to a lie
Part 22: “With love”
Fifteen minutes after Alan had come down the stairs, things were quite different. There was silence everywhere. Only the heavy breathing of the hostages, now numbering five, could be heard.
It was all so beautiful. Alan had been so nice to Amita, he hadn’t complained when she had asked him to tie Colby’s ankles together with duct tape. Charlie’s father was simply too sweet. And now there he was, seated at the table, enjoying the tea Amita had made for him and the rest of the family.
She watched him sip his drink and occasionally asked him, “Is it any good?” Of course, he was the world’s best father-in-law - every time she asked him that question, he nodded and kept asking for more.
She didn’t mind asking Charlie if he was enjoying his tea, either. He just watched the cup, his eyes red, as if he couldn’t hold the pain the situation was causing him anymore.
Poor, genius Charlie. He absolutely deserved that.
He could ignore the tea, but ah, but he wouldn’t refuse the cookies. He just wouldn’t. Why would he? They were the lovely expression of the affection Amita had for him.
You’ll love me.
“Cookies will be done in a minute,” she said, as she looked around. “Do you want one, Liz?” she asked to the agent who was still lying unconscious on the floor. “I guess not.” She smiled as she kept looking at the other people around the table. Besides Alan and Charlie, there was Bob, who kept watching his trembling hands and drinking tea like crazy.
No one looked at each other, everyone was enjoying the moment. Amita loved this kind of reunion in which the guests took a second to actually perceive what surrounded them and acknowledge the beauty of it.
It was time to check the cookies; taking a deep breath, Amita smiled to Colby, who was still handcuffed to the banister and now couldn’t even move his legs. She went into the kitchen, knowing that Bob wouldn’t react. She knew a lot about him, and what she didn’t know, she could easily figure it out.
“Finally,” she muttered as she saw that the edges or the cookies were already golden. She took them out of the oven, put them on a tray and carefully bit into one. They were just perfect.
Focused on getting the hostages out of the house, Ian Edgerton started walking down the stairs. When Colby looked at him and was about to speak, he motioned to him to be quiet. The green-eyed agent immediately nodded and waited for Ian to come closer.
As Charlie, Alan and Bob turned to Ian, their expressions turned from desperate to surprised and relieved.
Colby told the sniper, “She has to have something planned for me. She hasn’t touched me since she started this…”
“Then I’m going to get you out of here,” Ian said, grabbing Colby’s handcuffs.
“No, no…”
“What?”
“I can guarantee that I’m the one she wants the most. If you take me out of here first, she’ll take it out on the others, especially Charlie.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Ian kept shaking his head, and now he was pointing at the chains of Colby’s cuffs with his gun.
“Don’t do it, please!” Colby whispered. “I know what I’m doing. Let me handle this, I can take it. You can save the others and leave me here, I…”
In that moment, the sound of Amita’s footsteps made everyone turn to the kitchen door. Breathing hard, Ian looked at Colby in the eyes and knew that he was telling the truth. He didn’t like the plan, if the agent even had one. If this case had been anything different, he would have just broken in and ended the situation himself.
But that wasn’t the way things were here. Cursing, Ian returned upstairs and saw Colby nod to the other hostages again, asking them to act as if the sniper had never been there.
When the oven door was opened, Amita hoped everyone could smell the wonderful cookies she had made.
“Ah…” she said as she smelled them again before leaving the tray in the middle of the table, where all her guests could see it. “Would you like a cookie, Alan?”
“Um… sure…” the old man said breathlessly, getting paler and paler with every passing second.
“You’re a wonderful man, did you know that, Alan?” Slowly, Amita held Alan and kissed his cheek. She could feel him trembling, he could feel the way he got tense when she approached him, but she didn’t care. This was her fantasy and she had the right to make it happen.
She watched him closely as he took a cookie and brought it into his mouth. He chewed it smiling sadly, but that was good enough for now.
“Don’t you want a cookie, Bobbie?”
Bob’s cup of tea almost slipped from his trembling hands when she spoke to him the way she used to when they were in bed together.
He wasn’t saying anything, so she left Alan and went towards her therapist. It was so good to have him there, at the table, at the reunion. There were so many things she wanted to tell him.
In a second, she moved behind him, and saw his hands leaving the cup. “Don’t you like the tea I made?”
“Of course I do.”
She spoke into his ear. “Ah, Bobbie, don’t lie to me. I know you don’t.” She ran her palms over his shoulders, cleaning the dust from his jacket from when she had dragged him onto the floor with her.
Then Amita started walking around the table, letting everyone see the gun she had inside her pants and the knife she had tied to her belt. “You know, I researched you, using the FBI passwords.”
“How? My file was classified…”
“Being a great computer science genius has never been so useful to me, Bob. It was really easy for me to get your data. And I didn’t like what I found.”
Bob swallowed, and Amita licked her lips. She approached him again, enjoying every second of it.
“I know what happened to your wife. Amy Rowland - raped and murdered in an alley three months after August 12th,1989, which was the day you two got married…”
“Don’t…”
“Don’t, what?”
“Don’t you dare… talk about her…”
Amita didn’t pay attention to Bob’s warning, and she continued, “A few years later, you started working with victims of rape because of her. You messed up your female patient’s minds and dragged them into your bed on certain months that reminded you of Amy’s death… You did to them exactly what you did to me…”
“Shut up.”
“Why?”
“Just shut up!” Bob was yelling at her, now, but he didn’t have the right to do that.
“I won’t. Because, I’m sorry to tell you this, Bob, but the fact that you’ve helped a couple of people to get better doesn’t excuse you for the abominations you’ve carried out!”
Bob hit the table, making the cups of tea and the pile of cookies shake. “I didn’t screw up those women’s lives, they weren’t ok and I wasn’t ok at that time of the year, so yes, we had sex!” He was angry and he kept talking with passion. “It wasn’t appropriate and I didn’t do anything to stop it, it happened and you can blame me for it! But you talk about abominations - then what’s this? How would you describe this, Amita?” he asked, opening his arms, referring to the entire situation they were involved in.
“This is justice, it’s not an abomination or anything like that,” she stated. “You’re doomed anyway. Remember the bug you brought here? It’s still on.”
With his mouth open in anger, Bob looked into her eyes, but then he stared at his tea cup again. He had obviously forgotten about the microphone and he had just realized that he had confessed his sins to the FBI team.
Smiling, Amita finally turned to one of her targets… Charlie hadn’t reacted since she had gently asked him to get his chair up again and sit on it. Now he was staring at his own cup, just like Bob, but leaning onto the table.
She approached him from behind and ran her palms over his back, giving him a massage. “Relax, Charlie…” she whispered into his ear. “This is going to be over soon, if you cooperate…” Teasingly, she bit his earlobe, making him yelp. “Relax…”
“Why?” Charlie muttered with his voice broken. “Why can’t this be different? Why can’t we talk?”
“Because when you left me, you made a really bad decision, isn’t that obvious? You played with me… now I’m playing with you.” She bit his earlobe harder, making him clench his teeth. “Please, Charlie… help me with this. Just do as I say, and everything will be alright… Could you do that…, please?” This time, she enjoyed the sensation of his body at her mercy, against hers. “You’re trembling. I like that.”
She walked around him and started kissing his cheek, reaching for his mouth, talking as her mind filled with good memories, of promises, of a better future. She didn’t even care if Alan or anyone else was watching.
“Remember when I was your student and we used to flirt with each other? Or when I used to come into your classroom and kiss you in front of everyone?”
“Colby and I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe me…”
“No, you didn’t want to, and yet you did. But now things are going to be the way they should… Since that day I knew I wasn’t ok…”
“What day?” Charlie whispered as Amita kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Since the day… Patrick kidnapped me… all these images started to fill my mind,” she explained, and she started running her fingers through his thick hair. “He showed me a video of you and Colby talking during the Bonnie Parks case. He said you were into him, and I didn’t believe him. He turned out to be right.”
There was so much silence around her.
“I could tell you my secrets, you know? You were the only person I could trust… After Patrick was killed and I did what I did to David, I decided that I wouldn’t leave the country. I locked myself in my apartment… until the ideas became stronger… and stronger…”
Amita could feel the soft touch of Charlie’s lips against hers as she continued her little, magical, disturbing tale. “I even went to the shooting range. Edgerton said that cookies were a good idea… I don’t even think he got the real meaning of my question, but still, he gave me the key to this family reunion… Isn’t it lovely?”
She could swear Charlie was saying, “Yes,” as she took his breath away with kisses. The fact that she was claiming him in front of others was even more arousing.
“I didn’t break. I got my job back… I came back and gave Alan sleeping pills. It wasn’t my intention to hurt him, but if you suffered because of it, then it was ok. It was what you deserved.”
Now Charlie’s body was tense again. She showered his face with soft, sweet kisses as she finished the story. “I took pictures of you and Colby. And I taped you two together… Ah, the things I’ve seen you two do… I needed to get that love back to me, no matter what. It was the only safe place for me…”
“You taped us…”
“In the garage.”
Amita felt satisfied when Charlie’s eyes went wide open, as if he had just realized what she had taped him and Colby doing.
She stopped kissing him and stepped aside, but she kept running her fingers through his wonderful hair. “C’mon, eat a cookie.”
“No.”
That couldn’t be true. “No?” she repeated.
Licking his lips, Charlie looked at her. His eyes were red and furious, and he reached for her arm, trying to hurt her. Amita reacted faster; within seconds, she was slapping him on the face, on his entire head…
“You’re going to eat my cookies! They were made with love!” she kept saying as she started crying again, even though she felt overwhelmed by the way Alan was desperately asking her to stop.
You’ll love me - even if I have to break you.
She only stopped hitting Charlie when he got dizzy and didn’t try to resist her anymore. Finally, she spoke into his ear once again. “Charlie, my mind is a disaster, don’t you see? I know how it works and I know that what it tells me to do is wrong for all of you. But… it’s good for me.”
“Well, we won’t let you!” it came a voice from outside the house. It was Don’s.
“We won’t let you, Amita,” said Don through his megaphone. His mind was clearer and he felt much more confident now that he seemed to have some kind of key to end the case. “We’ve called your parents. They’re on their way to L.A. right now.”
He nodded to his agents, thinking about Tapti and Sanjay Ramanujan. He couldn’t even imagine what it was like to have a crazy daughter who had kidnapped a family, a therapist and an FBI agent.
Megan suddenly came out of the van. She had remained there listening to Amita and Charlie’s conversation. “Don, Amita says that she doesn’t care about her parents coming here,” she informed him, and then looked at David, who was seated on the street, grabbing his head.
Don also kept his eyes on David. He had heard Amita saying something important before he left the van. “After Patrick was killed and I did what I did to David, I decided that I wouldn’t leave the country,” she had said. Of course, Don had thought that the story of Amita hurting David was some kind of misunderstanding, some kind of confusion, because she had always been a lovely person… until now.
And at this point, it was possible that David’s strange behavior was also a ramification of Amita’s pain.
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