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30 May 2010 @ 11:58 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Weary and Worn  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge May 2010 Rewind – Travel, Road Trip, Sightseeing, Stop


Title: Weary and Worn
Pairing/Characters: Don, Billy
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: Man Hunt
Summary: Don starts out fresh as an agent but leaves Fugitive Recovery a jaded man
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


010. Travel

Northern Minnesota's bitter cold; even Don's Detroit winter parka's not enough here.

Billy huffs his disapproval, buys him a wool hat at the next town, jams it on his head as a kind of gruff big brotherly admonition.

Guns are harder to handle with gloves on; impossible without.

Icicles glisten, hang prettily from eaves. They all fall at once when Billy breaks down the door.

Empty. No fugitive.

A new tip. A sighting in South Dakota. A reliable one this time.

Don scuffs at the motel porch boards, slush falling off his boots.

He always said he wanted to travel.



110. Road Trip

Don's wrong; it can be hotter than summer in the Arizona desert.

All it takes is adding a spitting sputtering overheated radiator.

Billy's got the hood up, his cell phone out and is wandering the empty highway in search of a signal.

The engine's radiating heat so palpable it forces Don back a step, sure as a shove.

A trickle of sweat makes its way down from his temple into the already soaked collar of his t-shirt.

The brutal sun beats down; even his new aviator sunglasses can't ban the blaring brightness sneaking in around the edges.

Some road trip.



070. Sightseeing

Don doesn't think the Big Easy deserves its moniker.

He gazes at block after block of ragged prostitutes in the seedy part of town; hard lives poorly camouflaged with too much makeup.

Billy drives slow, trying to spy a little speakeasy where an informant waits for get out of town fast cash.

Everything's too tight, too close here; Don can't breathe.

So much desperation, so little hope, vacant eyes hovering over well framed cleavage.

He looks away, nauseous, when a boy not more than sixteen preens for his approval.

These are the kinds of sights he never wanted to see.



227. Stop

They can make it back to home base at Quantico if they drive all night; with the buzz Billy's riding after their last catch he could do it solo.

Anonymous cities flash anonymous lights outside Don's passenger window, every few miles another freeway exit, another forgettable place name.

He used to like to navigate, at first.

It's oh-dark-something when Billy puts the question to him.

Do we keep going or do we stop?

New Jersey flashes past, or is it Delaware now? Don's lost track.

Stop, he says, and in that moment a decision is made.

It's time to stop.

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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on May 31st, 2010 10:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you, sweetie. That means a lot to me.