A/N: Hiya. This is a Colby fanfic. Yay! There's honestly not enough out there about Colby, so I decided I'd write this for him. Unfortunatly, I don't own any of the Numb3rs characters, but I do own Del. So back off. I've been known to make fanfic spinoffs, so if you wanna make a spin off of this when I'm done, feel free to ask. I don't bite. Unless you're Colby.

I know that Colby isn't bad, but for now he's gonna be believed to be a traitor. So deal. Uhm...I would like very much to be an agent of the FBI someday, so I'll try to get everything as accurate as possible, but I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to piss me off by correcting me. You will probably do it anyways if you correct me, but I'll be happy for the correction so I don't look stupid.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy the Colby-ness. He's mine, but I'll share for a little while. Eventually I'll be looking for a girl for David. He doesn't get enough, which is why I think he's being an ass to Colby lately. So, I'll let you know when I need one and you David lovers can go nuts.


"I'll run just as fast as I can to the middle of nowhere, to the middle of my frustrated fears"

-Pink

En Route to FBI Safehouse

Long Beach, California

April 7, 2007

8:14 PM

He always taunted her for flinching when she fired her gun. She couldn't even attempt to count the number of times they'd been in the FBI's indoor practice range at night during a particularly frustrating case and she had heard him snickering as she shot. In defense she would look over at him and glare, occasionally flip him a bird, or, if he was really lucky, she'd give him a really good insult. She liked to tell him he was bad in bed. That always made him shut up. Granted, later on, either that night or that week, she would be moaning his name, disproving her point.

She wondered if she would flinch if she had to fire her gun at him. She'd love to see the look on the bastards face then.

Del Banning tightened the bulletproof vest she was wearing and quickly put her hair up in the large clip that she kept with her at all times. She looked to her left and saw that her partner, Don Eppes, was clutching the steering wheel so hard that she thought he would break it. She sighed and looked out the window at the beach. They were nearing the safe house and then she would have to point her gun at a man she loved, a man she shared a bed, a house, and occasionally a bowl of ice cream with. A man whose ring she was wearing.

Del was beginning to like Colby Granger less and less with every passing second.

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2349 Brentwood Park

Brentwood, L.A.

December 19, 2006

10:39 PM

Del slid Colby's old white t-shirt over her head and undid her jeans, letting them fall down to her ankles before kicking them off. She picked them and her tank top up off of the floor and took them over to the empty clothes basket and dropped them in. She yawned widely and continued to make her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the livingroom. Colby had already taken off his shoes, socks and shirt and was sitting on the couch in just his jeans with his feet up on the coffee table.

He had the TV on ESPN, probably just so that he could try to catch some scores from the game that they had missed earlier. Del watched him for a while, in a sort of awe that she had managed to win over a guy like him. Someone who was strong, respectful, hard-working and who could care for her, both physically and emotionally. This was a man who had gone over seas to risk his life for his country, and had returned just so that he could continue to have his life threatened by more sophisticated and precise terrorists.

He was her man.

Her bare feet slowly padded over the hardwood floor of the hall and she stepped onto the carpet of the livingroom and made her way to the couch. She sat next to him and curled her feet up under herself, letting her head rest on his muscular chest. He instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulders and leaned his cheek against the top of her head. She nuzzled his neck and laid two soft kisses in the small indentation between his collar bones before putting her ear right in the middle of his chest so that she could hear his heart beat.

He suddenly spoke, making her jump.

"You okay, Del?" he asked, and she could feel him move slightly and she knew he was looking at her. She looked up into his green eyes and smiled. "Yeah, babe. I'm fine. Just a little tired." He looked at her with a slightly suspicious gaze and nodded. She leaned up and kissed him, first a soft peck and then with more feel. He slowly moved the hand that had been resting on the arm of the couch to her cheek, and then to entangle in her hair. She reached up and let her fingers gently run along his jawline to his chin as she pulled away.

She looked into his lust filled eyes and brought her legs out from under her so that she could swing one around his waist. She looked deep into his eyes and then lowered her mouth onto his. He quickly put his hands on her waist beneath the shirt and Del sighed.

This.

Was.

Heaven.

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Interrogation Room 5

FBI Headquarters, 14th Floor

L.A., California

9:24 PM

Del doubted she would ever walk into this interrogation room again without invisioning Colby sitting at the table. As she stood in the observation room, surrounded by moniters that were hooked up to cameras that showed Colby and Don from almost any angle feasable, her legs began to get weak. She felt Megan put her arm around her shoulder and suddenly the tears came. As she heard him confess, Del wished that she had never met Colby, for if she had never met him, he wouldn't be causing her this much pain.

Suddenly she heard her name mentioned. She looked up just as Don repeated his question.

"Where you really in love with Del, or was it a ploy?" Don nearly yelled. Colby closed his eyes and rocked his head back. He sighed and the divulged "The plan was for me to get extremely close to an agent who had access to higher security files so that I could get information. Not for me to fall in love." At that statement, Del pushed past Megan and David and sprinted to the door of the interrogation room. With tears streaming from her deep brown eyes, she quickly walked around the table to face Colby and planted the palms of her hands firmly on the table. Leaning over the table until she was a mear 8 inches or so from Colby's face she took on the coldest voice possible.

"You may not have loved me, but I love you. And I hate that. I hate the way you can just sit there and explain this with a straight face. I hate that you don't have a care in the world. I hate that stupid pathetic excuse that you made whe you missed our anniversary date. I hate your favorite shirt and your stupid big shoes and that ugly old baseball glove you keep on the dresser. But you know what I hate most of all?"

She lifted her left hand and flashed the large diamond in his face. "I hate that I'll never be able to take this off because I will never be able to stop loving you...never be able to hate you." Breathing heavy, she asked Colby what he was going to do when the Chinese had enough information, or what he would do if she started to suspect him of something.

He looked down and licked his lips before lifting emerald green up to meet chocolate brown. "I was given orders to terminate you via toxins. The Chinese were going to deliver a lethal dose of tetrodotoxin and I was to give it to you to ingest should you become suspicious." Del suddenly forgot how to breathe. Her entire chest locked up and she slowly stood, only to find that her legs would only hold her for a few seconds. As she fell to her knees, she took in a deep shuddering breath and the room began to swim.

Then, black.