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13 January 2013 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Thursday, January 17th  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge May 2012 Rewind - Rifle, Trigger, Paralyze, Release

Title: Thursday, January 17th
Pairing/Characters: Ian, Colby, Don, OC
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: Sniper Zero, Judgment Day
Summary: The story of one fateful afternoon told in reverse
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

071. Rifle

It is 4:10PM.

A rifle lays on a rooftop. A spent shell casing gleams in the late afternoon sun.

Fifteen stories below one man is bundled into an ambulance while the other will ride in the coroner's van, a body zipped up in a thick black plastic bag.

One of the men is an FBI agent. The other man is a wanted fugitive.

On the street level, cacophony reigns: sirens, shouting, so many people...

On the rooftop: a silence of the most final sort.

One man will survive, grateful to be alive.

The other will have a funeral in Arlington.

259. Trigger

It is 3:48PM

A shooter lies still on a hot asphalt rooftop. He ignores the heat and focuses solely on his goal.

Fifteen stories below Colby sees a red laser spot cross his chest and shouts out a warning as he attempts to dive behind an SUV for cover.

He is in the shooter's sights. There is no time to hide.

On the rooftop: a finger caresses a trigger, squeezes.

On the street level: a bullet flies, aimed to kill.

The shot rings out and then a second so fast they resonate as one.

An agent falls. A man dies.

330. Paralyze

It is 3:27PM

A man finishes his preparations. He tosses his empty duffle bag aside, fighting impatience.

Fifteen stories below the police have been joined by the FBI and the agents mill about the scene as if unaware of the danger above.

One sent the shooter to prison. The other swore revenge on that agent.

On the street level: the agents seem paralyzed by their lack of clues.

On the rooftop: a guilty man chuckles with hubris.

The scope is in place and the cross-hairs invite him.

On the top of the building, he feels all powerful and completely untouchable.

318. Release

It is 3:06PM.

A plan is set as soon as the fugitive nears LA from Virginia. Ian tracked him the whole way.

Twenty stories above the street, the sniper expert accurately anticipates where the suspect will set up.

They know Colby is the target, but he volunteers to be bait anyway.

On the rooftop: Ian waits for his prey to raise his weapon.

On a lower rooftop: a criminal assembles his rifle in ignorance of his impending fate.

Ian's taut as a bow, ready for the release a single shot will bring.

The fugitive will never know what hit him.

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 15th, 2013 03:48 am (UTC)
I confess I actually started the idea for this fic last May, but never got around to doing more than just recording a few phrases in one of my notes documents. I remembered doing so too late this year to list the fic as an actual fic started in 2012 so I'll have to live with the idea that this is a bit of an anomaly.

The title was picked randomly and then I noticed that next Thursday actually is the 17th. Go figure.


Emma DeMarais
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 15th, 2013 10:02 am (UTC)
Back tracking the time like that was reallyinteresting.
Candi: Colby - Armsmustangcandi on January 15th, 2013 02:57 pm (UTC)
Definitely an interesting take on this. Loved seeing this unfold in reverse. Though, my poor Colby.
Jelsemiumjelsemium on January 15th, 2013 08:27 pm (UTC)
Wait... You KILLED Colby! 0.o

How could you? *cries*
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 15th, 2013 08:33 pm (UTC)
Nope - read again. The sniper fugitive is from Virginia. That's why - after Ian shot him from the higher rooftop - his funeral would be in Arlington (the city not the military cemetary).

Colby just gets winged in the arm because he's got so much body armor on and because the sniper's shot was thrown off by Ian shooting him first.