I wrote this today at the hospital, long hand, while my mom was having surgery. Hence the brevity - it looked a lot longer on paper. This is my first NUMB3RS fic - I just recently got into this lovely show and fell hopelessly, passionately, madly in love with Larry and Megan.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing and I like it that way.
"I went surfing," he tells her as they settle into their nightly phone conversation. "With Charlie. In the ocean."
Her giggle at his over clarification makes his heart sing and he can tell that she's trying to muffle it in the back of her hand in that way she does when she thinks he's being cute. "And were you successful in this surfing venture of yours?"
"Mmm," he hums. "Well, I didn't drown. And it wasn't so much surfing as clinging to a boogie board for dear life."
"Body surfing," she surmises with a chuckle.
"Indeed," he concurs. "Charles figured out toward the end of our adventuring that I was holding my board backward."
"Oh." The humor in her voice was mirrored by the smile on his face – he would gladly play the fool for happiness.
"And I may have fallen victim to what I believe is called 'water logging' on our return to shore," he further explained. "Charles got a disturbing pleasure from the mouth full of sand I received."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart." She's being facetious but he doesn't mind. "Did you have fun?"
"I did."
There's a brief silence that is bred from familiarity and comfort, able to just be with the sounds of their mutual breathing.
"You sound better, Megan."
"I feel better." she confesses. "Don't think that means I don't miss you with every beat of my heart, Professor, because I do."
He pauses for a moment before pondering out loud. "I wonder what surfing is like on the east coast."
"Maybe you should come find out."