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15 January 2008 @ 06:58 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Vice - Part 10  


Title: Vice - Part 10
Series/Universe: Vice
Pairing/Characters: See Series post
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Seasons 1, 2 and 3
Summary: After the funeral a fallen comrade is remembered (AU)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ



Wednesday, 6/6/07 - Night

Ian stormed up to the door marked Captain Darius Adams, barely able to contain his ire. He rapped impatiently on the door and looked through the glass to see his superior hold up a finger for him to wait.

Agitated, he prowled the area in front of the door, earning wary glances from those around him in the office.

"Ian."

Darius held the office door open for Ian and shut it once he was inside.

"I was on a stake out!" Ian complained. "What was so urgent I had to come back in?"

"What case was it for?" Darius settled back into his chair and gestured to a guest chair, which Ian ignored in favor of more pacing.

"Doesn't matter," he huffed.

"I'm afraid it does matter, quite a bit actually." Darius picked up a sheaf of papers from his desk. "I got a phone call from Howard Meeks, Don Eppes' lawyer. He was nice enough to fax me copies of the paperwork he's ready to file against you." He laid the documents out on his desk. "There's slander, harassment and even a restraining order." He looked at Ian sternly. "So I ask again, what case were you on a stakeout for?"

"I was on my own time," Ian grumbled.

"And were you on your own time when you verbally assaulted Mr. Eppes at William Cooper's funeral this morning? Because I seem to recall you've got a pretty full caseload to be spending time on extracurricular activities." He leaned forward in his chair. "Or have you forgotten what the LAPD pays you to do, Detective?"

"What they pay me to do is put criminal scum like Eppes behind bars!" Ian shouted.

Darius just looked at him, his mouth a grim line. "You're already on probation. Any more of this nonsense and you'll be suspended." He picked up the papers and put them away in a file. "You used to be a good cop, Ian. If you want to stay a cop you'll keep your nose clean, stay away from the Eppes brothers and their employees and do your job. The William Cooper case is closed."

"Captain..." Ian began.

"We're done here."

Darius picked up his phone and dialed a call, leaving Ian to show himself out, quietly seething.

+

"Do you remember that one time when Billy dove into the ocean from the fucking roof of the yacht because Charlie dared him?"

Colby could barely contain his inebriated laughter.

"Yeah, and he climbs back in the boat like it's nothing, except he's bitching about how cold the water is!" David chuckled and opened another beer for himself and for Colby. "Billy was one brave motherfucker."

"Or stupid."

"Probably both," David said nodding. "That dude was a wild man."

"Feels like we should be having a wake for him," Colby said. "Isn't that what the Irish do? Drink and tell stories?"

"This is Billy's wake, man. All he'll get anyway." David grew somber. "Why the fuck did he have to do that? After all we'd been through together. The family depended on him and he was going to sell us out!"

"Are you sure? I mean I'd hate to think he died for some misunderstanding."

"You weren't there." David let his chin fall to his chest. "He pretty much admitted it. Megan told me later Kim confirmed that Edgerton had registered Billy as an informant."

"Shit..." Colby shook his head. "So if Don can't even trust the guy he's known since college..."

"I know." David put his beer on the coffee table and sat with his hands in his lap for a minute. "I kind of hope Don retires soon."

"Why?" Colby asked, brow furrowed in drunken confusion. "You like Don."

"I do, but he'll never be able to fully trust us, or anyone who works for him save maybe Megan, again. At least when Megan takes over I'll know she trusts me completely."

"There's that," Colby conceded. "But Don's been a great boss. I respect the hell out of him."

"Hear hear." David picked up his beer long enough to clink it with Colby's and take a swig. "But I know he and Charlie want to retire. Let's hope Kit lasts long enough to replace Charlie so they can quit."

"What's Kit doing? I mean he went straight to his apartment when we got back. Should we have invited him?"

"No, man. This is our time to remember Billy. Kit wouldn't understand."

"To Billy, our fallen comrade in more ways than one." Colby raised his bottle in salute.

David raised his bottle as well.

"To Billy."

+

"There you are."

Don sat staring at his darkened computer screen in his office, lost in thought.

"Yeah," he responded as Charlie walked up behind him and laid his hands on his brother's shoulders.

"I thought you weren't going to do any work."

"I'm not working," Don said, pensive. "I'm just thinking."

"Thinking can be done in bed," Charlie prompted wryly.

"Actually quite a bit of non-thinking activity goes on there," Don chided.

"Touché," Charlie chortled. "I was going to go to bed early, but if you want me to stay up and keep you company..."

"No, I'm good." Don's gaze remained fixed, his voice almost monotone.

"Okay, I know the leave me alone tone of voice well enough," Charlie said, giving his shoulders a squeeze. "Come find me when you come out of your cave so I know you're done."

Don chuckled. "You know me too well." He gave one of Charlie's hands a quick squeeze back. "I'll be fine in the morning. Don't worry."

"I worry about Edgerton getting too close. I worry about Kit not being the right choice for my replacement. I worry if we'll be able to retire soon like we wanted. But I don't worry about you spending time thinking. You're a rock, Don. My rock. And if I ever thought you weren't solid? The universe as I know it would spin off into disparate atoms and reality would come unglued."

"No pressure," Don said with an amused huff.

"You haven't let me down so far," Charlie said affectionately. "Don't stay up too late." He gave Don a brief hug around the neck and Don patted his arm.

"Night, buddy."

Once Charlie was gone, he reached over and turned his monitor back on.

The empty email from Kim filled his screen.

He stared at it for long minutes then finally hit reply, sending an empty email back to her.

He puttered around the office, doing nothing really, until an hour had passed with no reply.

He checked email one last time before he reluctantly shut off the computer and headed to bed.

+

The expansive view from Megan's penthouse was stunning, but completely ignored as she curled up on her favorite chaise with a photo album on her lap.

She took a sip of the Bordeaux in her glass, the garnet hue of the French wine a near match for the color of her silk pajamas.

As she flipped the pages, the photographs told stories of long weekends spent at her mountain cabin.

Don holding his skis with one arm draped around Charlie who held his snowboard.

David and Colby engaged in a vicious snowball fight.

Billy fresh off a black diamond run on the slopes, looking exhilarated and full of life.

She closed her eyes for a moment, her grip on the wine goblet tightening briefly.

She turned to the next page before opening her eyes again.

A snowman made with Millie's glasses and Terry's scarf.

Antoine and his wife Celeste posing with their two granddaughters and their sleds.

When she reached the end, she pulled out an envelope of photos that were never placed in the album.

The shots were less posed, more candid and often askew. They were of her and Billy.

She paused at one where Billy had held the camera at arm's length to take the picture. He was giving her a kiss on the cheek as he took the picture and her face showed a mix of amusement and bashfulness.

The next shots were of them posing together on the slopes, clearly taken by a passerby who wasn't a good photographer.

The final shots were of her, laid out on the rug in front of her fireplace.

With a jolt, she realized she was wearing the same shade of silk in those pictures as she had on now.

She put the envelope away and the album aside then sat staring into her wine for a long time before she finally turned out the lights and went to bed.

+
 
 
 
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 16th, 2008 03:00 am (UTC)
Confession
Please see the Vice Series post for information on this Series and for the Part 10 Confession.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
andi: Don & Billyadmiralandrea on January 16th, 2008 06:11 am (UTC)
Yay more Vice! I like this part, Charlie's understanding of Don, seeing Colby and David remembering Billy. Loved Ian getting chewed out by his boss. And nice revelation about Megan and Billy. And like you said in the confession, it makes perfect sense...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 16th, 2008 07:13 am (UTC)
Thanks!

Yeah, I was a little surprised by the Billy/Megan at first, but like much of what my muse throws at me that I don't get at first I discovered it's actually very sensible in the end. Who knew? Hehehe
Cynthia: Megan Smile by yaiyeishka1trackmind on January 16th, 2008 07:08 am (UTC)
Ouch. Megan's not going to betray them, too, is she?
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 16th, 2008 07:17 am (UTC)
Never fear. Megan's set to inherit the operation when Don and Charlie retire in Virtue and she's got her own spin off series running the organization in Sin so I'd say it's a *really* safe bet she's not betraying them ever. ;-)
Mouse: Straight Line / dubhartachcastalie on January 16th, 2008 11:26 am (UTC)
Another great part. Love how understanding Charlie is, so in tune with his brother. I also liked Colby and David reminiscing about Billy... and that ending...

All in all, I'm still enjoying that series.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 30th, 2008 08:45 am (UTC)
Thank you for hanging in there.

I'd imagine it's hard to read a series that is published slowly over *months*, but I am trying to keep the updates weekly now that the holiday hiatus is over.

I say that as I'm panicking about next week's not being fully done yet... Eep!
telperion_15: Fic Necromancertelperion_15 on January 16th, 2008 02:42 pm (UTC)
Billy/Megan - a little out of left-field, but the more I think about it the more it makes sense in the context of the story.

And Don seems to be going through a bit of a rough patch (well, duh!) - it's good that he's got Charlie, who understands him so well, to look out for him a bit.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 30th, 2008 08:48 am (UTC)
Billy/Megan - a little out of left-field, but the more I think about it the more it makes sense in the context of the story.

That was pretty much *my* response - spot on.

I have to learn to trust the muse. I was appalled at the idea of Don/Kim in this universe and fought it tooth and nail. Now I can't imagine Viceworld - or Virtue - without that pairing.

Don and Charlie's bond is wonderful if twisted. And although Don is focused on taking care of Charlie, Charlie does try to be there for his brother when Don will let him.
fredbassettfredbassett on January 16th, 2008 07:45 pm (UTC)
Good episode, thanks :) I like the way this is developing.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 30th, 2008 08:48 am (UTC)
Thank you! It's good to be back and writing this again.
Karen: numb3rs ianbyrons_brain on January 17th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
Eeeeeeeeeeee I'm looking forward to more... I wanna know what happens next... I just love this universe...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 30th, 2008 08:50 am (UTC)
Thanks!

You know if a basic half day like this makes you go Eeeeeeeeeee then I can't even imagine your reaction when we enter the final three days of Vice when the drama kicks up to climax levels.
Karen: psych FBI HOTbyrons_brain on January 30th, 2008 11:13 am (UTC)
I suggest you get the fire extinguisher ready!
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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on May 23rd, 2009 02:36 am (UTC)
Holy cow you read fast!

Yeah, I'm looking forward to writing Billy/Megan in the prequels. I have to write a lot of Billy into them to make up for what I did to him in the Prologue so Mel will forgive me. ;-)

Thanks for taking a chance on it!
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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on May 23rd, 2009 03:38 am (UTC)
And failing eyesight makes it a curse.

/curses her eyes/