Disclaimer: Faith Lehane belongs to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. Billy Cooper belongs to CBS and the people responsible for Numb3rs.
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They meet over the grave of Jessica Billard. Billy's there waiting for the escaped widower (and killer) to pay a visit; Faith's camping out in anticipation of the late Mrs. Billard rising up from the grave and snacking on her murderous mister.
Which would sound ridiculous, except Lehane just reduced an asshole with a crinkly forehead and too many teeth to dust using nothing but a pointy table leg. Billy's sure he's got a cracked rib and vampire dust up his nose.
"Not smart hanging around cemeteries after dark," she says as she hauls him (literally, hauls, like he's a scrawny adolescent, not a full-grown man) to his feet.
He sneezes and tries to hide the accompanying wince. Yep, that rib is definitely cracked. "I was going to say the same to you." Lips like an over-ripe cherry…and she took out the thing that had been kicking the shit out of him in three moves or less.
Those dark red lips quirk upwards at the corners. "I can take care of myself."
"I can tell."