A/N: I haven't written David/Colby in ages! So, here's some. Add on to "Velocity"
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
The Lure
He'd taken the lure because he'd thought all was lost, as a reminder of the Colby he'd known. It had proved an effective reminder. So effective, in fact, that he'd had to hide it away in the back of a drawer in his desk to keep it from affecting his work.
But whenever he had a chance (a bit too much paperwork here, a rather slow day there) he would bring it out and turn it over in his fingers as though admiring the fine craftsmanship, all the while running through the memories he had of Colby.
The lure was his only connection to those memories, the only way he could convince himself what he'd had with Colby had been even remotely real.
But when the lure was tucked away, he remembered that it hadn't been. Colby's entire time with them had been a lie. He'd been a double agent, sent by the Chinese to dig up American secrets.
It had all been a lie.
All of it.
Then Colby was back and suddenly he couldn't tell what was real and what was a lie. Triple agent or double, either way he still couldn't trust his former partner. He refused to, refused to believe that anything they'd had was real.
Unless he was holding the lure.
The lure was his lie, something he could hold onto while telling himself it was real. Colby was real. They were real.
It was a lie he could live with.
But he knew he couldn't live the rest of his life with nothing but a lure to keep him company at night, and he couldn't keep Colby's lure forever.
And he knew it was time to glean some truth from the situation. Create reality where once there was fantasy.
Time to take that step.
He carefully tied the lure to Colby's desk lamp, an offering of peace.
A chance to start again.