by Valerie Vancollie
valeriev84 at hotmail dot com
Characters: Megan, Don, Charlie, Amita, David, Colby, Alan, Larry
Note: This fic was written for the Megan round at Numb3rs Write-Off. I was a member of Team Angst and chose the theme prompt mistake.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
Megan felt the tension fade from her muscles as she pulled the blue Toyota into a familiar street. It still amused her how comfortable she felt in her boss' childhood home and how she could feel safe just heading towards it. Of course, the knowledge that Larry would be there helped quite a lot. She smiled at the thought of being with him again as they hadn't seen each other for weeks, not since she and Don had gone undercover on the Jimenez case.
The mere thought of the case was enough to return some of the tension to her body. It had been long and hard and ugly. They'd known going in that the ring was involved in the child slavery racket as well as drugs, but it wasn't until they'd got inside that they'd realized quite how bad it was. Glancing to her right, Megan sent a worried glance at her partner. Don had buckled himself in and then drifted off, or at least pretended to do so, she wasn't sure if he'd actually be able to sleep after what they'd discovered, but he definitely appeared to be. It was difficult to tell, however, as her eyes kept getting drawn towards his hair. His curly hair, to be exact, which was currently being whipped about in the breeze coming in through his open window.
Don had already been badly in need of a hair cut when the two of them had been assigned to help a combined FBI-DEA taskforce by going undercover and he hadn't had time to get one since. She remembered her own surprise when she'd noticed it starting to curl and going by the looks on both David and Colby's faces when they'd met up briefly to pass on information, neither of them had known Don had the same hair as his brother. She had no doubt all the teasing the three of them had refrained from then would come spilling out tonight.
The thought made Megan smile as she turned onto the road Charlie and Alan lived on. As she approached the Craftsman, she could see both Colby and David's cars parked on the side of the road. Alan and Amita's cars were already on the driveway but pulled up far enough to leave just enough room for them.
"Here we are," Megan announced as she turned into the driveway and killed the engine.
Don's eyes opened almost instantly, indicating that he hadn't really been asleep, but otherwise he made no move to unbuckle his belt or to get out of the car.
"What's wrong?" Megan teased, a smile entering her voice. "Afraid of what everyone will say about your hair?"
Don turned to scowl at her, but the effect was ruined by the tiredness in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but then his expression altered as he sniffed the air appreciatively. A second later, Megan caught a whiff of the delicious smells emanating from the house and coming in through the open window. After weeks of bland food, this was heavenly and her stomach growled in approval.
"Another country heard from," Don laughed as he finally unbuckled his belt and opened the door.
Megan laughed as well as she followed suit. Later she was never quite able to figure out what happened next, but one minute she was closing the car door and the next an arm snaked around her chest, trapping her arms just seconds after she'd noticed a masked man in the car window. A startled grunt from the other side of the car told her Don had been attacked as well. Seeing more motion in her window, she opened her mouth to cry out, hoping to alert David and Colby as to what was going on. Before she could utter anything, though, a wet rag was clamped over her mouth and nose.
With fatigue already dulling her senses, it took Megan longer than normal to realize just what she was inhaling and by that point it was already almost too late. She desperately tried some of the self-defense techniques that she'd practiced so often the moves were almost second nature by now, but between the chloroform and the exhaustion, they had all the effect of a child hitting an adult and she heard the man holding her laugh as she slipped into oblivion.
A little teaser to start with.
This story will be updated every day for the next 4 days. So, the next part will be up tomorrow and you'll learn why Megan and Don were taken.