Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs, am just relieving the tension.
A/N: I had the worst day EVER, and this is how my muse twisted itself. I apologize in advance.
Spoilers: None. Set late season four (In gap for writers strike)
Warning: Character Death!!
Fourth Best Shot – by clwilson
Ian Edgerton settled his body on the ground overlooking the scene, he could see the two teams of FBI agents ready to move in through the open warehouse door, he lifted his rifle to his eye a looked again. The familiar cross hairs immediately settled him, his breathing became low and regular, and he listen intently to Don's instructions through his ear piece.
Granger moved forward into the open door way, casually dressed to bring the suspect out into view, it was surprisingly easy and the known drug dealer fitted perfectly into Ian scope.
"I have a shot." he informed Don
"Hold for my order, Ian" came the crackled reply in his ear. "We want him alive if possible."
Alive. Ian wavered the cross hairs on the mans forehead, I could drill him right here Ian thought. Then moved the tiny cross down the mans body.
Thigh or Knee He mused to himself.
Knee he decided, didn't want the guy bleeding out though a femoral artery on the floor of his own warehouse.
"On my count." Don's voice continued.
"Three, Two, One. Execute."
Ian couldn't believe how quickly this guy moved, he had Granger in a choke hold in seconds, before any of the other agents were there.
Ian shifted his shot back up to the guys head, but he was moving around too much.
"Take the shot!" came Don's desperate voice.
"I don't have one" Ian responded. Still tracking the movements of the man holding agent granger.
Ian watched though the rifle as Granger's face started to turn purple.
"Are you the fourth best shot in the country or not!" screamed Don "Take a damn shot."
Quickly scanning over the body Ian desperately searched for a shot, returning his sights to the mans forehead. Granger twisted in and out of view, but his movements were beginning to slow.
He drew in a breath and held it, the shot was clear more often than not, this would probably move him up to third place.
Granger made one last twist to the left and Ian pulled the trigger. The shot was away, time slowed as the bullet streaked across the space, the man defied the laws of physics and pulled Granger back to the right, straight into the bullet, it entered Agent Colby Granger's left eye and slowing only slightly as it passed through his brain exited the back of his head and slammed into the center of the drug dealers head.
Both slumped to the floor in a pile.
Ian dropped his rifle, his heart pounding in triple time. He knew that Granger was dead before he hit the floor. His ear piece was buzzing, but he couldn't hear a single word.
He stood and watched the scene fill with agents, EMT's coming from seemingly nowhere.
He found himself next to Don and Agent Reeves, she was trying not to cry and he was surprisingly silent.
Ian had no words for either of them, he had killed their fellow agent, their friend.
He turned away from them, and packed his rifle, the murder weapon, in the case in the back of his SUV.
Silently he climbed into the drivers seat and pulled away from the warehouse, the drug dealer was down, but so was an agent.
Sometimes it sucked being the fourth best shot in the country.