This is just a little Numb3rs/House crossover that smacked me in the head last night. Please r&r people. Oh, and I don't normally watch Numb3rs, cos it's on at the same time as Grey's Anatomy, but I hope I did okay here. And I've only seen bits of season one, so I guess this is AU (derr), cos Terry's still here.
I think this is going to be more House, with the Numb3rs characters. Make sense? Good. It's also my first attempt at House or Numb3rs.
"Terry, I need you and David to go speak to the sergeant again. Find out exactly when and where the threat was made. I'm going to go get Charlie." Don Eppes was in full rocket mode as he shot out commands to his team. Grabbing his suit jacket from where it lay on the back of his chair, he snatched the keys off his desk and practically flew past the other agents in the bullpen. Terry and David quickly followed Don out of the building and jumped into the neighbouring SUV.
As he drove down the freeway, Don scrubbed a hand across his hair, letting out a frustrated breath. He had been so sure that they'd had this joker. He'd as much as admitted that he had caused the deaths of those three girls. But there was no evidence, none, that linked him to them, or even the scenes of their deaths. Damnit, he was an FBI agent. Why the hell couldn't they find something, some little loophole that would have allowed them to hold this guy for a little longer?
Chase threw a bouncy-ball at the glass wall of the diagnostics room, the irritating pop covering the click of heels almost perfectly. As the four staff mulled around, attempting to come up with a diagnosis for their 38-year old patient, House was busy perfecting his death glare on the oblivious Australian. Cameron was the first to notice the time, pointing out that not only did she have to check on their patient, as they had been deep in debate for nearly two hours, but House was (once again) late for clinic duty.
"Well if Dr. Funbags wants me badly enough, she can come and get me." House flippantly replied. "Some of us actually do our jobs around here." Smugly, he returned his attention to the gameboy in his hands.
"Clearly you are not one of those doctors, House." The firm, feminine voice of "Dr. Funbags" came from behind him. Foreman swallowed a chuckle at the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on House's face.
Pushing with his cane, House spun the chair around, his face now perfectly neutral. "I knew it."
"Knew what, House?" Cuddy was tired and frustrated and really couldn't be bothered dealing with House today.
"I knew you wanted me." With that parting comment, House stood and left the office, heading towards the clinic, leaving a chuckling Foreman and a shell-shocked Cuddy.
Little button people. Cmon.