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27 January 2006 @ 11:54 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Obsessive Compulsive Tendencies  
Written for numb3rsflashfic Challenge #6 - Obsession

Title: Obsessive Compulsive Tendencies
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie
Rating: G
Spoilers: Judgment Call, Identity Crisis, UP
Summary: The Eppes brothers both have habits they don't want to admit to
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Other comments are housed at numb3rsflashfic.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

Don reached over, grabbed the pen out of Charlie's hand and almost slammed it down on the tabletop.

"Can't you ever stay still? Even when you're not writing, you always seem to be playing with a pen or pencil or chalk or something. Is it impossible for you to go five minutes without some sort of writing implement in your hand?"

"I have my hands empty a lot of the time."

"Not when you're sitting down. If you're standing up, walking around? Sure. When you're sitting at a table," Don held up a hand when he saw Charlie about to interrupt, "and not eating or typing, yeah you do have to have something in your hands and it's almost always something to write with."

"Well, I never know when I'm going to get an idea," Charlie said. "But fine. I can go without something in my hands, no problem."

Don glanced down at Charlie's right hand and could already see it twitching at being empty.

"Let's time you then. It's twenty after now, so let's see how long you can sit there and keep your hands completely empty."

"You're on."

Don sat for a minute watching his brother's hands before Charlie started to get flustered.

"Well, we can't just do nothing while you time me! That's stupid! We should at least talk about something!"

"Okay," Don said. "Talk."

Charlie let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand through his hair.

"That time doesn't count, but no more touching your hair. That's like putting something in your hands too."

"What? I just have to sit here with my hands on top of the table, doing nothing?"


"This is nuts."

"No, it's just me proving a point."

"Which is?"

"Megan and I disagreed over your obsessive compulsive tendencies."

"I do not have obsessive compulsive tendencies!"

"Yeah, you do."

"What, she profiled me and said I had OCD?"

"No, she profiled you and said you didn't. I told her she was missing that aspect of you."

"Oh, great. My own brother thinks I'm a nut job."

"No, I didn't say you actually had obsessive compulsive disorder. I just said you had tendencies, that's all. It's not the same."

"So I'm not crazy just eccentric?"

"You said it, not me."

"What about your obsessive compulsive tendencies?"

"Me? I don't have any."

"Oh, I beg to differ! Who has to park in the same place every time and gets bent out of shape when they can't?"

"That's just logical. It's easier to find a car if it's parked in a similar area each time you leave it."

"Don, you forget, I teach logic for a living. Driving around a parking lot for an extra ten minutes waiting for a space in the row you like best is not logical. It's an OCD thing."

"No, it isn't."

"Fine, then let me pick up my pen since that can't be OCD either."

"Oh, no. We made a deal. I'm still timing you on the pen thing."

"Okay, then next time we go somewhere, I’m not just going to time you to see how long it takes you to park, I'm going to count how many open spaces you pass by in order to get one you like." Charlie grinned, as an idea came to him. "And I think I'm going to tell Megan the results so she can add that to her profile of you."

Don raised his eyebrows at him. "You're trying to blackmail me?"

Charlie shrugged his shoulders innocently. "Hey, why should you care if Megan knows your parking habits? It's not like they're OCD or anything."

Don glared at him, then finally let out a huff of air in resignation. "Fine. You don't tell Megan about my parking, I won't tell her about your empty hands thing."

"I do not have a thing, Don."

"Really? Take a look, buddy. It took you three minutes and forty-seven seconds to pick up that pen again."

Charlie looked down to see the pen in his hand, completely unaware he'd even picked it up. He quickly put it down and pulled his hands back into his lap.

"So, it's a deal then?" he said, a bit embarrassed.


They reached across the table and shook hands over it.

Don went back to reading the report in front of him.

"Of course, I could still tell her about your pre-game rituals when you were playing baseball..."

"Charlie..." Don looked up from his report, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"What?" Charlie pretended not to know what he was implying.

"If you're going to play dirty, I'm going to tell Megan what happened the first time you tried to get your driver's license."

Charlie paled, mortified. "You wouldn't."

"I won't have to if you drop this and get back to work."

Don reached over and handed him the pen.

"Here. Have a pen."

Charlie grinned.

"Three minutes and forty-seven seconds?" he asked. "Seriously?"

"No, I made it up. I got distracted and forgot to look at the time. I have no idea how long it took you to pick up the pen."

"You bastard!"

Charlie threw the pen at Don who ducked, laughing.

"Okay, it's twenty-five minutes after... Let's see how long you last this time..."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 28th, 2006 08:51 am (UTC)
Author Notes
Sorry I'm late on this one, but the Resolutions Challenge really knocked me out. I'm still not done with beta and editing on that fic so this one had to wait. I'll try to get caught up soon. I've got the Future to look forward to. ;-)

Very special thanks to beta melissima for her assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
Keylaneverbelonged on January 28th, 2006 01:01 pm (UTC)
/giggles/ oh what fun it is to bother a sibling. /sighs/ Great fic, love it to death. :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 28th, 2006 09:45 pm (UTC)
Yes, but so much less fun to be bothered! /sigh/

Glad you liked it.


Emma DeMarais
Keylaneverbelonged on January 28th, 2006 09:57 pm (UTC)
yes, it is less fun to be bothered, but you can always get back at them. :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 28th, 2006 09:58 pm (UTC)
Umm... You haven't met my sister... ;-)
Keylaneverbelonged on January 28th, 2006 10:00 pm (UTC)
lol. im so sorry. with me and my brother if one bothered the other one it'd just come back to them. It was a lot of fun actually. :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 28th, 2006 10:03 pm (UTC)
Hey, I know some siblings can be fun, but trust me - my sister is not one you can *ever* get the upper hand with. ;-)