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numb3rsflashficTitle: Disunion of the Heart
Challenge: Obsession
Pairing/Characters: Don, David
Rating/Category: G [nothing to offend anyone or pairings, very general]
Spoilers: None
Length: 1,465 words
Summary: David's having a hard time on a current case
A/N: I was planning on writing a full length fic and part of this would be in it, but I became a little too lazy and now just from the top of my head I'm typing this fic, so hope it's okay, and if you are interested in seeing something more substantial, drop me a comment. It may push me to do something! LOL
[Disunion of the Heart]
Don Eppes had just walked into the offices of the FBI Headquarters.
The case of Michelle Addams was starting to get on his nerves. The victim was a caucasian female, in her early 20s and above all the other statistics she had the one thing that captured interest in the investigation was that the victim was deaf. A hearing aid was found at Michelle's home and was confirmed by her doctor. However; never in a case before had he, or his team, come across so many dead ends. The current, and only secure suspect of the investigation was walking away from an alibi his friend tipped off, and was later confirmed by a local club. Another suspect was murdered in his girlfriend's house. The girlfriend had gone missing and very little evidence suggested she was kidnapped.
It took Don a few moments to realise where his partner, David Sinclair, had disappeared, himself, to. He only had just seated himself in his cubicle, when he stood up to scan the space around. He found David sitting in one of the rooms not far from him.
Through the blinds that were half open Don could see that his partner was seated, with a hand on his head and elbow on the desk next to him, to stop him from sliding. Apparently he was staring at the boards in front of him, which had all the notes they had of the victim as well as crime scene photos, evidence notes, statements from the suspects... everything that they had on the case was pretty much framed on that board.
Don had taken into account also the heavy interest David had on the case. He didn't know why this case was important to him, but for the past few days any spare moment that David had was spent in that small room, and it had begun to worry his boss. Don knew he had to take good care of David - he had to make sure he got some sleep when he could, give him some food (and lots of coffee).
David had not gone home in this time either. He spent so much time on working the case he felt energy fading from him, and Don knew it was starting to take it's toll on David. This work had gotten to David's head and Don was ready to call working on this case for him obsessive.
Don walked to the door of the room, and gave it a loud knock. A muffled sound came from within and so Don took it as a sign he was allowed to come in. So he opened the door and now managed to get a better look at his partner. He looked (lack for a better word) like crap. Bags sat underneath David's eyes, and his eyes themselves looked bloodshot.
"Hey man, when was the last time you got some sleep?" he questioned.
David looked up at Don and yawned, on cue, and looked down at his watch. Half-heartedly he replied, "Not for a while," while attempting a smile.
The older agent nodded slowly and took the chair closest to him, opposite David, and sat down. Don had kept his look of concern while waiting for Sinclair to give his attention to him. When he finally did, Eppes cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together.
"Uh, look, David. I definitely appreciate all that you're doing for this case. No one is more appreciative than I am. But," then he hit a snag. He didn't want to tell his partner, his friend, that he needed to lay back a bit on the case, but what else could he say? "Do you know how long you've been here?"
David's eyebrows rose and looked blankly at him.
"3 straight days. This isn't so good."
"But our only secure suspect has just walked away because of that damn alibi his friend gave," David's voice rose, now standing tall and looking down upon his colleague.
Don went to match it and his voice raised also, "And it was checked out by the club. They were there David, and I'm sorry but unless there's something else we haven't seen that surfaces about this alibi, he's walking."
David paused and his hands rubbed over his face. Don really now was worried about his friend.
"Dave, tell me. What's so important about this case? Why are you so..." and began to pause. Obsessed wasn't the right word to use he felt but it seemed as though David could read Don's thoughts, as he filled in his sentence.
"Obsessed?"
"Yeah, all I want to know is the truth. What's got you wrapped in this case?"
David moved away from Don and paced himself to the other end of the room. He put his back against the wall, and folded his arms. There was a moment of silence when neither of them said anything - David's head was down and Don watched with patience. Finally, it was David who started to speak.
"Um, it was my cousin," David started.
His voice was shaky and there was a slight shake too of his left hand, Don noticed. Never before had Don witnessed David reacting with such emotion. He was always a go lucky kind of guy and was satisfied with most of the cases, doing only his best, and outside work he was generally happy. But he rarely spoke of family either. Now Eppes was witnessing an emotional David, but David tried to hold his composure and tried again.
"My cousin was pretty close to me when we were younger. About... 16 or so?" He sighed, "Um, anyway, we went to the same school and everything. Had the same friends. Hung out a lot together. Her name was Bianca. She was someone who I could heavily depend on, since I didn't speak to my sister much, nor my parents."
Don nodded during this and shifted in his seat to get a bit more comfortable.
"Well, Bianca was actually deaf. Just like Michelle Addams. A-and she... well, she got picked on in junior high... and, she began to find her place in school before..." and David ceased to speak. Don flicked an eyebrow in question, waiting for more but it was as though David refused to speak unless asked.
"David? Before what?"
David's eyes shifted from Don's gaze to the floor and he closed his eyes. Don immediately knew then what happened. Now he felt sorry to have asked. David sniffed and looked up to Don who was still waiting for something to come from David's mouth. He saw a teardrop sink down his face from the inside of his eye. Don shifted his head.
"Man, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know."
Sinclair nodded with appreciation and grimaced.
"Mind me asking how?" Don asked.
"Um," David sniffed and continued, "She was murdered. A drive by shooting occurred in her street, and um... well... s-s-she was caught in the crossfire. It was for Bianca, a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or so the cops said."
Don somewhat was now curious but was careful in asking questions. "Did they find the guy who did it?"
David nodded, "It was a small gang war and the guy who shot.... he was sentenced."
Eppes got up from his seat now and walked over to his friend and faced him. he placed a shoulder on Sinclair's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I'm really sorry Dave. I didn't know at all. I-I didn't mean to bring up anything."
"It's okay Don. I understand."
Don dropped his hand and now stood next to him, mimicking his stance with a small grimace and looked ahead of him. "I had to ask though. You'd been here for three days, without any sleep. You know what though?"
"What's that Don?" David said softly, looking at him.
"That's gotta be a record here." His boss smiled. David returned it and stared over at the other end of the room.
"David. I think you need to get some serious sleep though. We'll take care of things here. You earned it okay?"
He bopped his head and dropped his arms, to walk across the room and grab his coat. There was no sense in arguing with the boss. He just wouldn't win. "Call me if anything comes up?"
Don just gave David a look, but then lifted his head a little. "If we find anything substantial. Like if we need all hands on deck, then I'll call you."
David chuckled, teeth bearing, and then went to exit the room, but paused and looked at Don one last time. "Hey, Don?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Don nodded and grinned and waved his arm at him to go. David obeyed and left the room.
Challenge: Obsession
Pairing/Characters: Don, David
Rating/Category: G [nothing to offend anyone or pairings, very general]
Spoilers: None
Length: 1,465 words
Summary: David's having a hard time on a current case
A/N: I was planning on writing a full length fic and part of this would be in it, but I became a little too lazy and now just from the top of my head I'm typing this fic, so hope it's okay, and if you are interested in seeing something more substantial, drop me a comment. It may push me to do something! LOL
[Disunion of the Heart]
Don Eppes had just walked into the offices of the FBI Headquarters.
The case of Michelle Addams was starting to get on his nerves. The victim was a caucasian female, in her early 20s and above all the other statistics she had the one thing that captured interest in the investigation was that the victim was deaf. A hearing aid was found at Michelle's home and was confirmed by her doctor. However; never in a case before had he, or his team, come across so many dead ends. The current, and only secure suspect of the investigation was walking away from an alibi his friend tipped off, and was later confirmed by a local club. Another suspect was murdered in his girlfriend's house. The girlfriend had gone missing and very little evidence suggested she was kidnapped.
It took Don a few moments to realise where his partner, David Sinclair, had disappeared, himself, to. He only had just seated himself in his cubicle, when he stood up to scan the space around. He found David sitting in one of the rooms not far from him.
Through the blinds that were half open Don could see that his partner was seated, with a hand on his head and elbow on the desk next to him, to stop him from sliding. Apparently he was staring at the boards in front of him, which had all the notes they had of the victim as well as crime scene photos, evidence notes, statements from the suspects... everything that they had on the case was pretty much framed on that board.
Don had taken into account also the heavy interest David had on the case. He didn't know why this case was important to him, but for the past few days any spare moment that David had was spent in that small room, and it had begun to worry his boss. Don knew he had to take good care of David - he had to make sure he got some sleep when he could, give him some food (and lots of coffee).
David had not gone home in this time either. He spent so much time on working the case he felt energy fading from him, and Don knew it was starting to take it's toll on David. This work had gotten to David's head and Don was ready to call working on this case for him obsessive.
Don walked to the door of the room, and gave it a loud knock. A muffled sound came from within and so Don took it as a sign he was allowed to come in. So he opened the door and now managed to get a better look at his partner. He looked (lack for a better word) like crap. Bags sat underneath David's eyes, and his eyes themselves looked bloodshot.
"Hey man, when was the last time you got some sleep?" he questioned.
David looked up at Don and yawned, on cue, and looked down at his watch. Half-heartedly he replied, "Not for a while," while attempting a smile.
The older agent nodded slowly and took the chair closest to him, opposite David, and sat down. Don had kept his look of concern while waiting for Sinclair to give his attention to him. When he finally did, Eppes cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together.
"Uh, look, David. I definitely appreciate all that you're doing for this case. No one is more appreciative than I am. But," then he hit a snag. He didn't want to tell his partner, his friend, that he needed to lay back a bit on the case, but what else could he say? "Do you know how long you've been here?"
David's eyebrows rose and looked blankly at him.
"3 straight days. This isn't so good."
"But our only secure suspect has just walked away because of that damn alibi his friend gave," David's voice rose, now standing tall and looking down upon his colleague.
Don went to match it and his voice raised also, "And it was checked out by the club. They were there David, and I'm sorry but unless there's something else we haven't seen that surfaces about this alibi, he's walking."
David paused and his hands rubbed over his face. Don really now was worried about his friend.
"Dave, tell me. What's so important about this case? Why are you so..." and began to pause. Obsessed wasn't the right word to use he felt but it seemed as though David could read Don's thoughts, as he filled in his sentence.
"Obsessed?"
"Yeah, all I want to know is the truth. What's got you wrapped in this case?"
David moved away from Don and paced himself to the other end of the room. He put his back against the wall, and folded his arms. There was a moment of silence when neither of them said anything - David's head was down and Don watched with patience. Finally, it was David who started to speak.
"Um, it was my cousin," David started.
His voice was shaky and there was a slight shake too of his left hand, Don noticed. Never before had Don witnessed David reacting with such emotion. He was always a go lucky kind of guy and was satisfied with most of the cases, doing only his best, and outside work he was generally happy. But he rarely spoke of family either. Now Eppes was witnessing an emotional David, but David tried to hold his composure and tried again.
"My cousin was pretty close to me when we were younger. About... 16 or so?" He sighed, "Um, anyway, we went to the same school and everything. Had the same friends. Hung out a lot together. Her name was Bianca. She was someone who I could heavily depend on, since I didn't speak to my sister much, nor my parents."
Don nodded during this and shifted in his seat to get a bit more comfortable.
"Well, Bianca was actually deaf. Just like Michelle Addams. A-and she... well, she got picked on in junior high... and, she began to find her place in school before..." and David ceased to speak. Don flicked an eyebrow in question, waiting for more but it was as though David refused to speak unless asked.
"David? Before what?"
David's eyes shifted from Don's gaze to the floor and he closed his eyes. Don immediately knew then what happened. Now he felt sorry to have asked. David sniffed and looked up to Don who was still waiting for something to come from David's mouth. He saw a teardrop sink down his face from the inside of his eye. Don shifted his head.
"Man, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know."
Sinclair nodded with appreciation and grimaced.
"Mind me asking how?" Don asked.
"Um," David sniffed and continued, "She was murdered. A drive by shooting occurred in her street, and um... well... s-s-she was caught in the crossfire. It was for Bianca, a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or so the cops said."
Don somewhat was now curious but was careful in asking questions. "Did they find the guy who did it?"
David nodded, "It was a small gang war and the guy who shot.... he was sentenced."
Eppes got up from his seat now and walked over to his friend and faced him. he placed a shoulder on Sinclair's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I'm really sorry Dave. I didn't know at all. I-I didn't mean to bring up anything."
"It's okay Don. I understand."
Don dropped his hand and now stood next to him, mimicking his stance with a small grimace and looked ahead of him. "I had to ask though. You'd been here for three days, without any sleep. You know what though?"
"What's that Don?" David said softly, looking at him.
"That's gotta be a record here." His boss smiled. David returned it and stared over at the other end of the room.
"David. I think you need to get some serious sleep though. We'll take care of things here. You earned it okay?"
He bopped his head and dropped his arms, to walk across the room and grab his coat. There was no sense in arguing with the boss. He just wouldn't win. "Call me if anything comes up?"
Don just gave David a look, but then lifted his head a little. "If we find anything substantial. Like if we need all hands on deck, then I'll call you."
David chuckled, teeth bearing, and then went to exit the room, but paused and looked at Don one last time. "Hey, Don?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Don nodded and grinned and waved his arm at him to go. David obeyed and left the room.
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