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12 May 2007 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Bottom of the Ninth  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #106 – Baseball

Title: Bottom of the Ninth
Pairing/Characters: Don
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: UP, Identity Crisis
Summary: Don fills in for the pitcher in an FBI baseball game
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

3 and O is the count.

The aroma of sweat, dirt and oiled leather encircles him like an aura.

Raised red seams puncture dirty white under his calloused thumb.

The wind up.

The pitch.

3 and 1.

The mound is his fortress. He scuffs at it with his cleats, feels the eyes in the stands upon him and shuts them out.

A fireball sun blazes down. He wipes the sweat from his brow, replaces his cap and pops his gum.



3 and 2.

The pitcher he relieved stares him down from the dugout, ice pack pressed against his injured shoulder as he waits, tense.

Their team is unbeaten, but that streak could end with a single throw from his no longer minor league arm.

Bottom of the ninth.

Two outs.

Two runners on base.

One scores they go home.

One strike they go celebrate.

A scarce cool breeze kisses the back of his neck, refreshes him as it swirls around him, then evaporates.

His movement is fluid, graceful - building its power then releasing it with a split second snap.

A soft thud echoes as the baseball finds its home in the catcher's mitt.

Strike three.

Game over.

NV: [n3] don // pensiveneur0vanity on May 13th, 2007 06:06 pm (UTC)
I prefer the description in this piece over that of the fic where Don is looking for the little girl's body. I don't think this is bad at all. The only reason I could possibly be disinterested is because I'm not a baseball fan. The writing is solid and beautiful, and there is a sense of urgency/adrenaline with the short lines. I'm sorry you're not happy with it.