This is my first attempt at a TV based series. If there is any false information, I apologize. The show Numb3rs is pretty awesome and Colby has caught my attention. Sit back and enjoy.
Analeigh Eppes|29|Blonde|Brown Eyes|5'6"|Lieutenant in the US Army|Served 2 tours each in Iraq and Afghanistan|Injured on a convoy in Iraq; hummer exploded while in it
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I've served tours in Iraq, I've been shot at and had a hummer explode around me. I am never nervous, except for now. Ever since I was sent home from an injury, it's been a completely different world. I wasn't trained for this kind of thing. You can shoot at me, throw grenades at me and send me into the worst places in the world. But if you put me in an office with a bunch of strangers and expect me to have a normal desk job, I lose my mind. My brothers had convinced me to take a job with the FBI, just like them. At first I had said no but they managed to talk me into it, as they always do. But I trust my brothers, so I accepted the job. Today was my first day and my nerves were out of control. I managed to get out of bed without falling over and I headed to the bathroom. Ten minutes later I came back out feeling a little better. I had picked out a red shirt, black blazer and matching pants. I checked my watch before I left the house and I had a good fifteen minutes until I had to be in. The one thing I could not get used to was the later start. I'm used to waking up at 4:00 am, not 6:00 am. I figured I would hit a coffee shop and get something to start my day. I hopped into my black Chevrolet and drove to the nearest coffee shop. I placed my order and waited patiently at a table. A few minutes later, I walked to the counter and grabbed my drink. As I went to leave, the door slammed into me and my drink landed all over me. "Oh geez, I am so sorry." I grabbed my bag off the floor and looked to see who had hit me with the door. It was the first time in a long time that someone made me speechless. "I'm really sorry about that. Bad habit I need to break. I'll buy you another one." I shook my head.
"No, that's not necessary."
"Please, I insist." I couldn't put my finger on it but the look in the man's eyes wouldn't let me say no to him.
"Well, if you insist. I really appreciate it." The man smiled at me, helping me up off the floor and cleaning up the mess. I attempted to clean my shirt off but it was useless.
"Here you go. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. I just…really need to change. Today is my first day at a new job."
"Really? Where at?"
"I don't know-"
"If you should tell me? It's okay. I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Colby Granger, FBI."
"Annaleigh Eppes, and I'm starting at the FBI along with my brothers Charlie and Don." I watched his face turn to one of shock and I couldn't hold back a smile. "Would you like to finish this conversation or pick it back up at the office?"
"Finish…"
"Then follow me back to my house." Without another word, I left the coffee shop with Colby right behind me. He followed me to my house, paitently waiting as I opened the door. "Make yourself at home, even though I shouldn't be too long." I dropped my keys on the shelf next to the door and headed around the bend, sneaking a peek at Colby while he was looking around. I rushed upstairs and shed my ruined clothes with a little bit of struggle. Even though it has been a year since the accident, I still struggle with my injuries. I managed to button up my blue shirt when I heard a banging downstairs. I quickly grabbed my gun under the bed frame, one of many concealed in my house, and slowly creeped downstairs. I heard someone groaning and I tightened the grip on my gun. I wanted to call out but I knew that was always against the rules in the military. Never give away your position, ever. I moved towards the kitchen, the groaning getting louder. Now there were two voices I could hear: one groaning in pain and one cursing at the other in a low voice. I took a step further, only to have stepped on a creaky floor board. Damn, this house was a pain sometimes. I heard footsteps run in the opposite direction and I silently cursed the house. I backed into the kitchen, making sure I could see everything in front of me. I looked down next to the island and saw Colby writhing in pain. "Colby? Are you alright?"
"Should be...Damn, that hurt. This happen often?" I slowly stood back up, sensing that the attacker was close again. I put my finger up to my lips, hoping to keep Colby quiet. I quietly helped him up and started to walk towards my living room which was oddly in the back of my house. Colby drew his gun and followed behind me closely. I signaled for him to go to the right as I went to the left. I opened the door, slowly inching into the room. I turned my back to the wall which soon proved to be my downfall. I felt my gun get knocked out of my hands and something hard hit me in the face. I landed on the floor with a thud, getting a good luck at the attacker looming over me. He was about to strike again with what I saw was a metal baseball bat but I took him out at the knees before he could get his swing in. He managed to knock me back again, slamming my back into my bookcase and knocking about a hundred books on top of me. Now I was silently cursing my reading hobby. He dragged me to the living room by my hair but that didn't last long as I took out his legs from underneath him again. I kicked the baseball bat out of his hands and tried to stand him up, only to have him grab my neck and throw me into the doors behind me. As I struggled to get up, feeling old wounds come back to haunt me, I heard a knife get pulled out of a case. I looked up to see the attacker standing over me, knife in hand and ready to strike. Where the hell was Colby? As if on cue, I saw Colby round the corner. The attacker yanked me up, turned me towards Colby and held the knife to my throat.
"Don't move!"
"Shoot me and I'll kill her!"
"Alright! I'm putting my gun down, okay?" I watched Colby put his gun on the ground and slowly stand back up with his hands in the air. "You don't have to hurt her. I'm not going to hurt you, alright." It was amazing how I just met this man not even an hour ago and here he was bargaining for my life.
"Get down on the ground!" Colby obliged, slowly getting to his knees. "All the way down!" Colby obliged again, this time laying flat on the floor. The attacker tilted my head back so I could look into the eyes of his ski mask. "You're going to pay, you little bitch." I felt him flick the sharp blade across my cheek, cutting my skin and drawing blood. "Say anything to him and there will be a lot more blood than that on your floor. Get on the ground." I slowly eased myself onto the ground, only to get kicked to the ground by my attacker. My face hit the floor hard, causing my vision to blur. I turned to see Colby's face and the emotion on his face floored me, literally. I watched the attacker walk back into the kitchen to close and lock the door, ensuring that no one got in or out unless he wanted them to. "I'm going to enjoy this more than you know. Actually, Agent Granger can watch and see what I do to you." I watched as Colby was yanked off the ground and slammed into the chair in the corner, where I did most of my reading. The attacker pulled out handcuffs, securing Colby's hands to the the arms of the chair. "Say a word and I kill her."
-FIN-
Well that was an interesting first chapter, don't you think? I thought I'd give it a little drama, kind of like the show. Okay, it was a lot of drama and it's not done yet.
