Buried Demons 13
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cerealkiller0Title: Military Policies and 60s TV
Pairing/Characters: Ian, Colby
Rating: PG
Prompt: #39 Classic
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Series: Buried Demons
Summary: Colby and Ian come to an understanding.
“About last night…” Ian began, watching the deputy tromp ahead through the mud.
Colby wondered if Don sent him with Ian specifically so they’d have this conversation. If so, Colby was pissed. He could feel water seeping into his boots, and his jacket was doing nothing to keep rain from trailing down his back as he struggled to follow the deputy leading the way. A glance at Ian showed the man was troubled, though Colby sensed his unease had little to do with the weather.
“Is this the part where I don’t ask, and you don’t tell?” Colby asked sardonically.
Ian glanced over with a wry expression. “And if it was?”
“Do you hear me asking?”
Ian relaxed slightly. Colby smiled. It was weird to him, but he liked Don and Ian; even if he didn’t, Ian could kill him from a mile away, so it really didn’t matter much anyway.
Ian’s hearty laugh made Colby realize he had verbalized that last part. He blushed.
“You know, Don would get mad if I shot you, so it’s kind of a moot point, but thanks.” Ian said clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s see if Barney Fife over there can lead us anywhere useful.”
“Dude, did you just reference the Andy Griffith Show?” Colby teased as they hurried to catch up.
“You know, I said Don would get mad if I shot you, but if you irritate me enough, it just might be worth it.” Ian said, matching Colby’s stride.
Colby just snorted in amusement. “Yeah, right. I saw you last night and it’s pretty obvious that you are whipped.”
“What?!” came Ian’s indignant cry.
Huh, Colby thought, maybe knowing their secret wouldn’t be weird after all.
It was nice having something to rag on the sniper about.
Pairing/Characters: Ian, Colby
Rating: PG
Prompt: #39 Classic
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Series: Buried Demons
Summary: Colby and Ian come to an understanding.
“About last night…” Ian began, watching the deputy tromp ahead through the mud.
Colby wondered if Don sent him with Ian specifically so they’d have this conversation. If so, Colby was pissed. He could feel water seeping into his boots, and his jacket was doing nothing to keep rain from trailing down his back as he struggled to follow the deputy leading the way. A glance at Ian showed the man was troubled, though Colby sensed his unease had little to do with the weather.
“Is this the part where I don’t ask, and you don’t tell?” Colby asked sardonically.
Ian glanced over with a wry expression. “And if it was?”
“Do you hear me asking?”
Ian relaxed slightly. Colby smiled. It was weird to him, but he liked Don and Ian; even if he didn’t, Ian could kill him from a mile away, so it really didn’t matter much anyway.
Ian’s hearty laugh made Colby realize he had verbalized that last part. He blushed.
“You know, Don would get mad if I shot you, so it’s kind of a moot point, but thanks.” Ian said clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s see if Barney Fife over there can lead us anywhere useful.”
“Dude, did you just reference the Andy Griffith Show?” Colby teased as they hurried to catch up.
“You know, I said Don would get mad if I shot you, but if you irritate me enough, it just might be worth it.” Ian said, matching Colby’s stride.
Colby just snorted in amusement. “Yeah, right. I saw you last night and it’s pretty obvious that you are whipped.”
“What?!” came Ian’s indignant cry.
Huh, Colby thought, maybe knowing their secret wouldn’t be weird after all.
It was nice having something to rag on the sniper about.
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Date: 2010-02-01 03:26 am (UTC)