Title: Five crossovers that aren't going anywhere
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval, nor do I own Numb3rs.
Summary: Several crossovers that will not come to fruition for a variety of reasons.
Rating: PG
Notes: If you think you want to run with one of these, feel free.

Abby sighed as she came back from the loo at the police station. She couldn't believe that Philip Burton had run them out of their own country. Now they were stuck living in America, and while she had the qualifications on her CV to get another job at a zoo, Connor's qualifications were so wrapped up in the Official Secrets Act, he was having to work at a Best Buy selling people ipods while he got another degree.

The week had not been a good one, but it had been topped off with them discovering their rented flat had been broken into and their tv stolen. So, here they were, giving a report to the police and . . . Connor was not where she'd left him. He was supposed to wait for her. Hopefully the police had got around to helping them, and he'd just gone off to get on with telling the police things, but this was Connor, and she had a bad feeling about it.

Her bad feeling was validated when she stumbled across a sort of conference room, and Connor's strident voice was issuing from within. "Look, you're not factoring the magnetic spikes into the equations, and that's going to keep you from locating the thing," he was saying.

"I don't need to factor them in," said a young man with messy, curly hair and standing in front of a whiteboard of equations. "The magnetic spikes won't affect the final numbers, here," he declared as he scribbled on the board.

Connor snatched up the marker. "But they will, because the . . ." Abby tuned out his technobabble, feeling a headache coming on.

"Connor, leave the nice people to do their jobs," she said. "We still need to report the break in."

"Charlie, we don't even need that information," put in a handsome-looking chap with a gun. "Maybe you and your friend could argue about it some other time?"

"But Abby, he's wrong," Connor whinged.

"But Don, this approach to the whole question of magnetic variances is-"

"Connor!"

"Charlie!"

Two dark-haired math geeks turned their backs and went back to the white board. Abby sighed. "You'll take yours, I'll take mine?" she asked, marching over to her boyfriend and dragging him off.

"Why are they so much trouble?" agreed the man tacitly.

"Abby!"

"Don!"