Colby makes his move

- This ran away with me a bit! Also, David's attitude annoyed me a bit, he had been employed by Merrick to do exactly what Col was doing way back in season 1, but seemed to forget that one...

The case was difficult from the start, just one of the many Don had on his plate. It didn't help either that, after the Janus fiasco, his two greatest assets – David and Colby – were at loggerheads, his relationship with Liz was causing them both, and the team, problems, and Megan was distant with her own problems.

It was one of the many cases that landed on Don's desk, someone had been found dead in a cannabis factory, and it would have been a simple case the LAPD should have been on, apart from the man being on the run for three murders in other cannabis factories in two more states.

Don was doing most of the groundwork himself, as he tended to do, before getting the team to do work for him, they were working on another case for him, so after he had sent the others home he sat back at his desk and started to collate information.

He was good at that; he could pull together information from a lot of disparate sources to find links and commonalities others may miss, and he didn't need algorithms or fancy computer programs to do it. He just needed space, time and a pen and some paper and he was set. So he spread out around their cubicle and got down to it, ignoring everything and everyone around him and got down to it.

Colby hated it – he hated this situation he found himself in. He had agreed to work with the CIA against Dwayne after some duress but had never thought it would end like this. Dwayne was dead, killed by a guy he worked for because he was trying to protect Colby in some belated and futile change of heart. Colby hadn't really thought his team at the FBI, his friends, would welcome him back with opened arms, but he was surprised and hurt at the open hostility he was getting from David, a man he classed as his best friend. The guy couldn't even look him in the face, he hadn't come to see him in hospital even though Don, who had spent a lot of time with him, had told him what had happened on the ship – that David had performed CPR on him, only letting Don do something when he had run out of strength. So why he was doing this now was a mystery.

It had hurt at the time when Don had shouted at the pair of them in frustration, but after Colby had thought about it he understood his boss' problems. Don was so busy with other cases and supervisory stuff he couldn't deal with two of his small team as virtual enemies either.

But Colby needed to know, before he made any decision what was in Don's mind if they couldn't reconcile, because at the moment he couldn't see how he and David could get back to their previous state of grace. If his boss and friend couldn't get past this, wanted him to be reassigned even when he had allowed Colby to make the decision, then he could see no point in working with David and their relationship, at all.

So he waited for the team to leave, watching from the car park as the rest of them left, and sat in his car for a while, waiting for Don and trying to work out what he was going to say to him.

His quarry didn't show though, and, after the car park had virtually emptied apart from himself and Don's SUV, he decided he couldn't do much by hiding out in his car. So he got out and walked back into the building and went to find his elusive boss.

Don was busy it seemed, using all available surfaces for his paperwork, sitting in his seat with his feet up, pressed to the edge of Megan's desk (she'd hate it if she knew), his knees bent at an angle so he could rest his notepad on them and quickly wrote some notes on it. Even as Colby walked over Don pushed back with his feet and let the wheels on the chair take him backwards and he used the hand he wasn't holding his pen to reach back for another file he had placed out on his own desk. He grabbed it, poured over it and grinned when he had obviously found what he wanted in it, and then manoeuvred himself to the same position he had been – feet on the edge of the desk, Colby's this time, knees bent, notepad on his thighs so he could write some more.

He looked like his brother did when Charlie got hit by inspiration for his numbers, and Colby watched with a smile as Don wrote quickly, rummaged through the folder for something else, and then looked around him for another of the piles of paper he had surrounded himself with.

Colby left him to it for a few minutes while he went to the break room and put on a fresh pot of coffee while he watched him work. Don and Charlie were more alike than either of them thought or wanted, the agent decided, smiling to himself as he readied their cups. He wondered what Don's reaction would be if he mentioned it, but he wasn't stupid enough to do that, not now anyway.

Don at least, noticed his approach with two coffee buckets and he smiled up at him when he was handed one. "What are you doing here, Colby?" he asked him and watched him sit down on the only other chair that didn't have more paperwork on it. "I thought everyone had gone."

Colby shook his head and sipped his coffee before he replied. "I need to talk to you," he answered him. "But I didn't know you were this busy. Can you tell me what this is?" he asked and waved his free hand over their space.

"New case," Don told him as he also looked around. "I'm just doing some prelim work. There's a lot in these files already, I may just need to get some intelligence gathered rather than go full out on it," he explained.

Colby nodded and looked around some more before he turned back to Don.

There must have been something on his face because his boss frowned at him. "What's wrong, Col?" he asked him firmly. "Tell me, you look like someone's kicked your puppy and you've killed them for it."

That at least made Colby smile and he shook his head. "No, not today," he replied and then lost his smile again. "It's about David and the rest of the team. I don't know whether I can, or I should keep working here."

Don's frown deepened and he put down his pen. "If it's about my outburst earlier it wasn't directed at just you. David's been pissing me off too," he said quickly.
"No," Col answered him. "You were right to, we deserved it," he assured him. "I just don't know what else to do," he admitted after a pause. "I know I fucked up, I know I should have said something, but my comptroller at the CIA warned me if I did." He shook his head and clenched his free fist, staring at the floor by his feet. He looked up when Don laid a hand on his knee.

"Did they threaten you with us?" he asked him grimly. "With me?"

"Not as such, no," Col replied. "Not in so many words. But they made it plain that whomever I told wouldn't be alive to do anything about it. I couldn't let that happen to you." He shook his head. "I couldn't…"

Don shook his head and put his notepad, coffee cup and pen down and planted his feet on the floor. "Colby," he said firmly and laid his other hand on his clenched fist. "Don't ever do that again," he ordered him firmly. "I have been threatened with more than that by worse than the CIA. They don't scare me."

"But…" Colby tried to argue but Don shook his head and squeezed his hand to stop him.

"No," Don cut his off. "I am not worth that," he told him, his tone hard. "I won't let anyone threaten my team, my friends, with my life to get them to do something. Especially you. Do you understand that?"

Colby shook his head; he could be as stubborn as Don. "No, I don't," he retorted. "I don't understand it. You are worth it, and I'll do what I have to do to keep you alive."

Don sighed, shook his head and let him go so he could stand and pace the small area. "I would call you a fool if I thought you were one, and if it would change your mind," he told him and paced for a few more moments before he turned to face him again. "So I'm going to ask you what would you do if the situation were reversed. What would you do?" he asked. "If I were you, had been threatened to… I don't know," he shrugged. "Hand over everything we've got on Ivan Tabakian to his lieutenant, evidence and all or you'd get killed. What would you do?" he demanded, and stood in front of him, watching him closely.

Colby looked everywhere but his boss while he thought about it, a deep frown etched into his forehead. He was silent for long enough to make Don speak again.
"Would you want me to do it?" he asked him, and folded his arms across his chest. "Knowing how many people Tabakian killed? How much work it took to get him? Would you want me to do that? And in silence too?"

Colby shook his head, and looked as if he was in pain. "No, of course not," he replied finally. "But it's not the same."

Don shook his head stubbornly. "It is the same," he countered. "So, knowing how I feel about it, what are you going to do if something like this happens again?" he demanded and waited him out again. "Well?"

Colby huffed out a breath and looked up at him. "Tell you," he said finally and stood up as well to look him in the eye. "And then either stick to you like glue or stash you in a safe house until I'd dealt with it."

They stared at each other for a few moments, both as stubborn as each other, until Don relaxed and smiled at him. "Glue," he replied. "I'd like to see you try stashing me in a safe house," he retorted fondly and then walked back to his own desk.

Colby smiled as well. "I've got handcuffs and I know how to use them," he replied and watched while Don rummaged in his desk drawer. "What are you looking for?" he asked curiously.

"This," Don answered as he pulled out a small photo album from the back. "Sit down," he instructed as he stepped back to his own chair. "I want to show you something." He flipped through the album, something he would have gotten free from the print shop, and stopped on one. "Here," he said, and handed it to Colby who had sat next to him.

Colby took it and looked down at the picture he'd been given and he smiled at it. "Is that David?" he asked him, astounded.

Don nodded. It was a photo a friendly crime scene tech had taken on one of the first cases David had been working with them on. It was the three of them: Don himself was leaning against a wall with a woman standing close to him and David standing a couple of metres away. All three of them were gloved up; there were cops and crime scene techs around them. Don looked a bit grim but the other two were smiling.

"That was one of our first cases together," Don explained. "David hadn't been with us long."

Colby studied the photo and smiled. "He looks so young," he commented, awed.

Don nodded with a smile. "He was," he agreed. "I wasn't happy with Merrick dumping him on me and Terry," he explained. "Merrick wasn't my greatest fan, I think he was worried about his job."

Colby nodded. "Hadn't you just moved from SAC of Albuquerque?" he asked him. "He didn't know what you were like," he added with Don nodded. "He probably thought you were going to challenge him for his job all the time."

Don shrugged. "I just wanted to do a good job," he replied. "If I needed help, I could, and still do, borrow people from other teams as long as I help them out as and when," he explained. "I didn't think I needed anyone else. Especially someone who was reporting my every move, every word and decision back to some guy who had fought against my transfer to LA."

Colby frowned as he studied the photo and he looked up at Don. "He was reporting to Merrick?" he asked him, his mind running on double time. When Don nodded he looked down at the photo again. "He's complaining about me having to report things."

Don nodded again and watched him while Colby studied the photo again. "How much did you have to report about us?" he asked curiously. He wanted to know how much the CIA actually knew about him, but he also really didn't.

"As little as possible," Colby answered him and looked up earnestly. "They wanted everything, but I refused. You weren't the target so they didn't need to know."

Don nodded and smiled a little in relief. "Thanks," he said to him and laid a hand on his nearest arm. "David was reporting everything to Merrick," he told him. "I think at one point, the SAC got to know how many times I went to the bathroom or got a coffee," he said wryly.

Colby shook his head. "I didn't do that," he assured him. "I just gave them the bare bones of a few cases."

Don nodded but before he could say anything else Colby smiled cheekily at him. "Although I may have mentioned you have a caffeine addiction," he joked.

Don noted the grin. "Oh really?" he asked archly. "And what did Kirkland say to that?"

"He sympathised with you," Col replied with some regret. "I think you would have liked him." His grin turned to a soft smile.

Don nodded and smiled too, squeezing his arm "If he would have helped me hide what's left of you if you ever switch my supply to decaff, then yes. I think we would have been good friends."

It took a few moments for Colby to realise he was joking, mostly. "He would have," he agreed, amused. "Definitely."

They smiled at each other for a few more moments before Colby turned back to the album. "What else have you got in here?" he asked him and flicked through the photos. "Anything I can use as ammunition?"

Work was forgotten for a while as they went through the album and Don explained some of the pictures. They laughed at a couple of tall tales from Don's FR days, especially when he explained the photo of him and Coop drenched and covered from chest to feet in mud. Whoever had taken that one had got it just as Billy Cooper, grinning widely, smashed a handful of mud and leaves into Don's hair, and the man himself had his eyes squeezed shut, trying to push his partner away from him.

Colby didn't think he'd ever seen his boss blush before, even more so when he admitted he'd had a relationship with both Coop and Terry, the woman in the photo with David.

"You are such a dog," the ex-marine commented with a grin. "Do you sleep with all your teammates?"

Don's blush deepened. "I haven't slept with you or David yet," he retorted and nudged him none-too-gently with his elbow.

Colby grinned. "I'm a possessive bastard," he replied. "When you decide on me, I won't ever let you go."

Don studied him with judging eyes. "Sure of yourself," he commented.

Colby nodded. "I've never had any complaints," he assured him matter of factly. "When you've figured out what you want, come to me," he told him. "Once you've had me…"

Don laughed at him and his impish comment. "I won't ever go back?" he retorted.

Colby grinned and nodded. "That's right," he replied. "Let me show you, okay? Just a taster."

Don frowned but he didn't shake his head. Colby had put his trust in him when he was on the run and alone; the least he could do was trust him in return. He nodded and Col grinned again and put down the album he was still holding in favour of one of cupping one of Don's cheeks in his hand. He used his thumb to caress the soft skin under Don's jaw and leant forward so they were almost touching foreheads. "Let me in," he murmured, and when Don nodded again he smiled and closed the final distance to press their lips together. It was chaste at first; but when Col brushed his tongue over Don's surprisingly soft lips the team leader opened up and let him in as promised. As their kiss deepened, tongues tasted, explored and jousted, Don pressed a hand to Colby's chest, just over his heart, and moved the other to cup the nape of Colby's neck to hold on. When they had to break off for air Colby gently bit Don's lip and then moved down, trailing more kisses and little nips down his throat, tracing his jugular. Don groaned and moved his head back, giving him full access, and Colby smiled against his throat and used his free hand to slip under his sweater and caress the soft skin of his abdomen. "Like this?" he murmured against Don's skin, and slipped his hand down to his belt. "Hmm?" he added and kissed a bite he had made, gently sucking on the same spot. Don shuddered and moaned softly when Colby slipped a couple of fingers below his belt, in between the fabric of his briefs and his warm skin.

"Yes," Don said quietly, his fingers squeezing around Colby's neck, trying to push him back against his neck.

Colby laughed and pulled away from him, much to Don's chagrin. "I don't share, Babe," he told him and gently kissed the corner of his mouth. "If you want me, you need to make a decision." He looked into his eyes and caressed his flushed face with the hand he still had cupping Don's cheek. "I can do a hell of a lot more for you than Liz, David or anyone else," he assured him. "I can make you so hard you forget everything, even your own name," he murmured, his voice rough with want. "I can keep you that hard for hours, cock ring around you, vibrator deep in you." He smiled, kissed him again, and moved his free hand down to surround Don's half hard cock. He couldn't do a lot, Don always liked to wear his jeans tight, but he could squeeze his thick cock in his hand and talk to him. "Would you like that?" he asked him and squeezed, moving his hand the little he was able.

Don whimpered and nodded.

"I can suck your hot, hard cock until you're crazy with it, and when I let you come it'll feel so, so good. Do you want that?"

"Yes," Don replied, his voice hitched with his want. "Col…"

The man in question grinned. "Help me out then," he instructed. "Open your belt and zipper. I need a better grip."

Don let go if him and fumbled with his belt, while Colby reached back with his other hand to the tube of moisturiser Megan kept on her desk. It was just within reach and he waited for Don to do as instructed before he handed it over. "Squeeze some on your hand," he told him and noted the interested twitch Don's cock made. He obviously liked being told what to do, not surprising really, he had to be in control all day and sometimes all night too. Colby could deal with that thought; Kirkland had been a lot more than his handler after all.

Don squeezed some of the cream on to his hand and made an odd noise when Colby let go of his cock. "Don't worry, Babe," the ex marine assured him "We're not done, I'm not leaving you like this. Wrap your hand around your cock, just the way you like it." When Don did he pressed a kiss to the cupid's bow of his top lip and covered his hand with his own, tightening his grip just a little. Then he started to move, making Don pump his own cock but at Colby's pace and pressure. "That's right, Babe," he encouraged, and pumped a little harder, a little faster. "That's right, Don, let it go."

It didn't take long; Don would have been embarrassed at how fast he came if he wasn't so surprised. It took a couple of minutes of Colby using his hand to arouse him, his teammate used his bigger thumb to dig into Don's slit and collect some pre-cum, rubbing over the head of his cock. Colby watched him carefully, smiled and gently sucked on his exposed collarbone again, and listened to the way he breathed quickly, his breathing hitched as he got harder, and he pulled back when Don whimpered. "I'm gonna…" Don stuttered and Colby pressed a kiss to his lips.

"It's okay," he assured him. "It's okay to come for me."

So he did, Colby twisted his wrist in just the right way and he came with a groan and a shudder. Col pumped him dry and supported him when Don relaxed and slumped forward, forehead pressed against Colby's shoulder.

"Shit," the agent in charge murmured after a few moments and he breathed a few times before he straightened up and blinked at him. "That was… Do you want me to…?" he added when he noticed the bulge in Colby's pants.

The man shook his head with a soft smile. "Not today," he replied. "After you…" He shrugged. "You need to choose, Don," he told him and emphasized it by bringing his hand to his mouth and licking off his boss' come. "Let me know, yeah?"

Don nodded and Colby pressed a kiss to his mouth and stood. "I'll wait for you, but not too long."

"Col…" Don began, but stopped when he realised he had nothing more to say than: "I will let you know, I promise." He meant it to as he watched the other man saunter away, hands in his pockets, smile on his face.