A/N: This is the start of a rather big in depth story full of angst, crime, drama and some romance too! I have never wrote for numb3rs before and I haven't written in general in a while. I have already wrote 5 chapters of this story though.
All reviews would be appreciated I want to make sure this is good :P
There is some mild language which will develop in later chapters and eventual sexual references so M rated it is.
Of course I own nothing *damnit*
Flashbacks written in Italics and to represent a short time skip I put something like ---7 14 47 29--- (Yeah :P)
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I stared blankly out of the window of the bleak London skyline. The blur of colour catching the corner of my eye as images and case files flashed by on the screen. All I could think about was catching that bastard. "Rachael, this is no time to go to your little place" gestured my boss, Special Agent Harry Marks. He turned and with his new interactive mouse he so loved clicked up the next slide.
I turned to face the screen and look interested but my stomach was turning. I looked at my boss as he clicked away, his salt and pepper hair and his snappy dress and felt a slight twinge at the thought that this could all go wrong and I knew if it did, he would blame himself.
He turned to face me playing with his red striped tie. "Rachael, Goulds is a murdering bastard and I want him. This is an enormous case and I don't mean to put pressure on you but we need this to end well." He said and his emerald eyes where glistening with sadness but unquestionably forceful. I nodded solemnly and felt truly sick that I had put this idea forward of me being his bait.
"This is Special Agent Eppes. He is going to be looking after you while you are out there in LA."
He now had my attention.
Coffee coloured eyes stared out the screen at me. Maybe this wouldn't be as painful as I thought. A small smile crossed my face that I tried to stifle.
"You're scheduled to fly out tomorrow morning to arrive mid-evening in LA. Eppes will meet you at the airport." He said looking at me incredulously. "Are you ready for this?" He asked. I dropped my hand from the defensive position at my mouth. "Harry this bastard has kidnapped, raped and killed 16 women across 2 continents and kidnapped me and Rich. I am not letting him get away." I said with all the aggression and courage I could muster, but inside I was nervous. He nodded in satisfaction. Clicking off the PowerPoint he ushered me out of his office to make a call.
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After a small conference with the Director of MI-5 London I headed back to the office.
Marching over to my desk I found my partner Richard Evans with his huge 6ft 5 frame slumped down in my chair with his feet on my desk flicking through a file.
He wouldn't like this.
"When?" was the only word that came from his mouth. I looked down to avoid his piercing blue eyes. "Last night, LA he killed his 16 victim. I am flying out tomorrow to assist in the investigation. No-one knows it better than me." I tried to say confidently but my voice wavered. He knew me too well. I saw a figure move forward cautiously. "Yes, but your also the one who he kidnapped, assaulted, tried to rape and then held a knife to your throat!" Sarcasm thick in his voice, I could feel his anger building. "They are using you as bait Rach!" He shouted. "I know Rich, I say that is OK. I will not let this guy get away with this anymore." He stood up and Ros our senior agent held him back. I turned my back on him and walked off in the direction of the ladies toilets. I stalked over to the mirror and gripped the sinks edge with all the force in me. I took a deep breath and looked at myself, I looked terrible. LA, I thought, I could do with a tan. I ran my hand across the scar on my neck and it all came back.
Freezing, I lay on the floor blindfolded as I heard men around me laughing but I was too scared to do anything. A small groan escaped my lips as I felt a pain shoot through my ribs as I tried to move myself. I heard footsteps, they where coming towards me. I froze. "Well, well looks like it's time for our finale lads, get 'im in ere" I heard the rustling of material and the familiar deep tone of my partner protesting. "Rich, don't hurt him" I moaned. "Oh, I have no intention too love, it's you I want." I felt a cool sharp edge press into my neck.
The creak of the door behind me snapped me out of my flashback and I pretended to wash my hands. It was Ros. She smiled at me in the mirror her red lips and blonde hair dazzling. "You ok Rach?" She inquired. "Fine Ros thanks, he is just concerned I know, but I can take care of myself." I smiled. "I best get some sleep it's a long flight to LA. I'll see you when I get back" I said drying my hands on a paper towel nervously. "Good Luck." She said sincerely and I bolted for the door.
