Numb3rs drabble: Getting Closer Now (David/Amita, PG)
Hey guys! So last night leda-speaks posted a link to The Almost Totally Random Numb3rs Pairing Generator, and after I clicked through it for awhile, past the Larry/Megan and the Alan/Colby *chokes*, it gave me David/Amita "in the rain." And I really liked that.
Later I'll post the Alan/Terry drabble I wrote. *beams* You think I'm kidding, don't you.
Title: Getting Closer Now
Pairing: David/Amita
Rating: PG
Summary: The rain starts up so suddenly that they get caught in it for a few minutes before they find shelter.
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: none
Prompt: "in the rain"
Notes/Warnings: Unbetaed. Just written because the Internet challenged me to. Title from Rain by Breaking Benjamin. Also, as far as I know, this is the first thing I've written about David.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
The rain starts up so suddenly that they get caught in it for a few minutes before they find shelter inside a coffee shop. She rubs her fingers under her eyes, wiping away her streaked makeup, and self consciously smooths down her hair, hoping she doesn't look like a drowned rat. He goes to order their drinks while she finds them a place to sit among the couches.
"Thank you," she says when he hands her the mocha he got her. She reaches for her purse and he raises an eyebrow.
"Don't even think about it," he says. She nods reluctantly and opens her work folder instead of her wallet.
"So the way these equations work," she starts, and he's listening, she can tell, and it almost makes her stammer, "is by plugging the variables you got from this information in over here..."
He nods, gets it, while she explains. He asks questions that aren't obvious and makes her blush when he holds her eye contact.
It's still raining by the time they're done, so he calls a cab and grabs her hand as they run to the curb to meet it. He holds onto her, helping her inside, and then climbs in after her. It's warm in the car after the burst of cold rain and wind outside, and it feels a little crowded and overwhelming, sitting close to him, alone. She can smell his cologne, clean and fresh over the used, dirty smell of the cab.
She gives her address, then spends the ride debating over whether to invite him in, while he leads the conversation, polite and funny and good at it. He's halfway through a story when they reach her apartment, so she says, "Come on up, it's dinnertime anyway."
Later I'll post the Alan/Terry drabble I wrote. *beams* You think I'm kidding, don't you.
Title: Getting Closer Now
Pairing: David/Amita
Rating: PG
Summary: The rain starts up so suddenly that they get caught in it for a few minutes before they find shelter.
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: none
Prompt: "in the rain"
Notes/Warnings: Unbetaed. Just written because the Internet challenged me to. Title from Rain by Breaking Benjamin. Also, as far as I know, this is the first thing I've written about David.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
The rain starts up so suddenly that they get caught in it for a few minutes before they find shelter inside a coffee shop. She rubs her fingers under her eyes, wiping away her streaked makeup, and self consciously smooths down her hair, hoping she doesn't look like a drowned rat. He goes to order their drinks while she finds them a place to sit among the couches.
"Thank you," she says when he hands her the mocha he got her. She reaches for her purse and he raises an eyebrow.
"Don't even think about it," he says. She nods reluctantly and opens her work folder instead of her wallet.
"So the way these equations work," she starts, and he's listening, she can tell, and it almost makes her stammer, "is by plugging the variables you got from this information in over here..."
He nods, gets it, while she explains. He asks questions that aren't obvious and makes her blush when he holds her eye contact.
It's still raining by the time they're done, so he calls a cab and grabs her hand as they run to the curb to meet it. He holds onto her, helping her inside, and then climbs in after her. It's warm in the car after the burst of cold rain and wind outside, and it feels a little crowded and overwhelming, sitting close to him, alone. She can smell his cologne, clean and fresh over the used, dirty smell of the cab.
She gives her address, then spends the ride debating over whether to invite him in, while he leads the conversation, polite and funny and good at it. He's halfway through a story when they reach her apartment, so she says, "Come on up, it's dinnertime anyway."