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11 September 2006 @ 03:14 am
Numb3rs Fic: The Dangerous Type  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #71 – Rifle, September Monthly Theme – Guns, September Challenge Character – Ian Edgerton

Title: The Dangerous Type
Pairing/Characters: Don, Megan, Ian
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Sniper Zero, Judgment Call
Summary: Don calls on Ian and Charlie to help him with a new sniper case
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"Charlie seemed pretty confident of his findings."

Don rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he and Megan watched the coroner take the victim's body away.

"We'll know soon enough if he's right."

As he spoke, a tiny red dot appeared on his sleeve. The dot shifted until it was centered over his heart.


On a rooftop five stories up, a cold dark eye focused on its target through the scope of a sniper rifle.

The door to the roof burst open and a hotel security guard yelled, "Security! Put the gun down!"

"Edgerton, FBI."

Ian flashed his badge briefly then lowered his rifle and picked up his cell phone.

"Don, the trajectory from here to where you're standing lines up perfectly. Charlie's right. This is the spot the sniper shot from."

The guard watched stunned as Ian rapidly disassembled the rifle and returned it to its case.

Ian stood to leave and the guard, flustered, barred his way.

"You can't just leave! I demand an explanation!"

Ian loomed above the smaller man and fixed him with a menacing glare.

"Someone died here today. You could have prevented it." Ian took a step forward and the guard shrank back. "I think the victim's family deserves an explanation. From you."

"B-but..." the man stammered.

"Step aside."

The guard moved aside as Ian brusquely brushed past him and left the roof.


The guard stood around and watched as the forensics team processed the roof area.

"That sniper dude who was up here earlier was a total jerk," he complained to one of the technicians. "Trying to make me out to be the bad guy, like this is all my fault or something. Who the hell is he, anyway?"

The technician smirked.

"The most dangerous man in the FBI."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 11th, 2006 10:18 am (UTC)
I admit it, the title of this fic came from the Cars song. /hangs head/ I have no idea why but it started running through my head and now I can't get it to leave me alone.

As part of my new commitment to working harder on my fic, this triple drabble went through three major rewrites and quite a few minor ones. I normally don't ask anyone to beta my drabbles, but this time I really wanted to write good Ian fic. He's been really resistant to my pen so I have almost nothing with him in it in my back catalog, which makes it even harder to capture him in only 300 words.

I still think I didn't inject enough tension in the opening nor did I capture the fierceness of Ian's imposing presence. Still, I'm willing to accept progress in baby steps and this fic is a lot better than the first draft was, even if I'm not thrilled with the final one.

Very special thanks to betas melissima and iolsai and to 1trackmind for their assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
Telli: Megan Yay!telligirl on September 12th, 2006 03:27 am (UTC)
I really liked this fic. I liked that Edgerton was introduced through the scope of the rifle, and played so much into the story. That last line was a killer, too.
Wonderful fic.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 14th, 2006 06:53 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. It took three people giving me beta comments and a bunch of rewrites to make it work (POV shifting - Ugh!) but I"m happy with how it turned out compared to the first draft.

Now I'm suffering because the Cars song is *still* going through my head days later. Make it stop! /wails/ ;-)