Omi as always
Mel for giving me the plot bunny in the first place even if it's not to spec
Disclaimers:
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend" - Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
I do not own the characters Don, Terry or David nor do I have any rights
to anything related to the TV show Numb3rs. I plead fair use and claim
only my own writing and characters.
Chapter One:
A routine witness interview on a routine day.
Terry didn't mind routine days with Don as her partner. At first she'd been uncertain about having a former lover as a partner but their easy rapport had returned with startling ease and they'd fallen back into a close relationship without any effort. Sure, Terry had to get used to the idea that that relationship was no longer a romantic one, but some part of her held out hope that Don would eventually come around.
But for now, they were partners in the truest sense of the word. He had her back and she had his. There was no one she'd trust with her life more than Don.
"117 Haller Lane, here we are." Don pulled the SUV into a parking space a few doors down from the address they'd been looking for. Big parking spaces were hard to find in Southern California but Don was an expert at parallel parking, having been born and raised in the area.
They walked back to the house, a slightly ramshackle looking mobile home on a slender lot between large apartment buildings.
Don pulled out his notebook briefly and checked his notes. "Okay, this guy's Horace Wilbur. Suspect's brother-in-law. Let's see what Mr. Wilbur knows."
Don and Terry walked up the narrow concrete walkway and stepped up on the low wooden stoop. The flimsy front door rattled in its frame as Don knocked on it.
"Who is it?" A gruff voice was heard from inside the house.
"Special Agent Don Eppes, FBI. I'm looking for a Mr. Horace Wilbur."
There was silence for a second or two, then a horrible sound that both Don and Terry recognized but had no time to react to.
A shotgun.