Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own anything :( Except for Rae ;)

Summary: After a body is found at a park, the FBI have been asked to help catch the Broadway Killer, a serial killer who dresses up local actors and kills them similar to famous broadway shows. After forgiving him for "the Janus list", Colby may lose some of his friends newly gained trust, after learning of complications with the woman he loves, who is also a suspect in the case. To make matters worse, Colby never introduced his girlfriend to the team, being with her behind their back. Colby/OC.

AN: The Colby/David is NOT SLASH! Just yummy bromance :)


Amita, Larry and Allen rushed to the FBI headquarters after getting a call from Charlie about a 'minor emergency'. Scared for their friends and family, they skittered to a stop as they saw Charlie's predicament. Charlie was busy explaining some of his equations to a very young child, who was nodding like she understood, as she held a very large teddy bear. Nikki raced to the group, exhaustion on her face. She led them into the conference room, where Charlie was clearly over his head.

"Sophie… You are six. How do you know algebra?" Charlie asked, exasperated, running a hand, again, through his messy hair.

"My class is special. We are really, really, really, really smart. That's why Ms. Smith teaches us." The girl explained to him, starting to get annoyed. Amita liked the girl. She was smart, adorable and all ready done with the whole 'young genius' idea. Charlie sighed, turning to find his family in the doorway.

"Sophie! This is my dad, Allen, my wife, Amita, and my best friend Larry. Amita is another mathematician and Larry is a physicist. Guys, this is Sophie. She is six and has an adept knowledge of math and I am babysitting her." Charlie pouted, looking at them for help.

"Hi, Sophie. I'm Amita. You understand Charlie's math?" Amita knelt down to child height. Sophie nodded, looking upset.

"What's wrong Sophie?" Amita picked up the small girl and sat her down on Amita's lap. Sophie glared at the other people in the room, resting her head on Amita's shoulder. Amita's gestured to the others to leave the room, which they did, but first Nikki started a recorder, hoping to find something.

"Can you tell me what happened sweetheart?" Amita asked as kindly and motherly as she could. Sophie sat up, worry on her face. Suddenly, she burst into tears, curling into the maternal woman. Though Charlie implied she was a genius, Amita knew that she was still a very, very young child. She rubbed the girl's back, cooing softly like her mother did when Amita was little. She waited patiently for Sophie to calm down.

"A man come to the door and dragged Mommy outside. She told me to hide. I told the agents that it was right after lunch, but I lied. Will I get in trouble?" Tears threatened to pour again, but Amita swiped them before they went anywhere.

"No! Not at all, especially if you tell the absolute truth now."

"I can't. No one tells the complete truth. I just can tell you what I think the truth is." Sophie's intelligent eye looked into Amita's. "But I understand what you mean. He took her yesterday, it was way passed my bedtime but I didn't have school today so Mommy let me stay up and read. She makes me snacks, just sliced fruit and water."

Amita glanced at Nikki who was listening in. She turned to Charlie and Allen.

"Can you guys cut up some apples and get a bottle of water?"

Amita had turned back to the young whiz kid. "Sophie, would you like me to get you some books and maybe make up some math problems for you to do? Just so I can see how smart you actually are? And then we can do what ever you want… Okay?" She asked. Nodding, Sophie turned her head to the door where Allen and Charlie just walked in with snacks. Allen placed a place of sliced apples and a bowl of peanut butter.

"I, uh, hope you're not allergic. My wife used to make apples with peanut butter and honey dip for the boys afterschool. Charlie loved peanut butter and Don needed protein before baseball." Allen smiled at Sophie who hesitantly tried some. Glee rose to her face as she found her new favorite dip.

Charlie's cell buzzed as Allen talked with Sophie. Sophie really was adorable, and Amita's face while she talked with Sophie had re-sparked the idea of children. He didn't bother to glance at the caller id.

"Hello?"

"They're taking her…" Colby's voice whispered, painfully, before a second of silence then a crash before Charlie was disconnected.


[Meanwhile]

Colby and David made sure to stay out of each other's way at the safe house. The last time Colby was in a safe house...it didn't turn out very good. For any of them. They stayed within hearing and seeing distance of each other. That was easy, the house was small and they knew it well. It was Colby's apartment, only 5 minutes from FBI headquarters, extra secure thanks to Colby's slight paranoia and Ian's careful eye. The walls were a light green, Colby's favorite color, with simple dark wood furniture. Colby was busy setting up cots and sofa beds while David attempted to make dinner. Liz was standing in front of Colby's bedroom door, waiting for Rae to be done changing. Colby had tried to get Rae to take the bedroom, but she turned down every offer, saying that she felt safer with them. She walked in, with Liz in tow, sat down on the couch and flipped through random movies on the huge TV. They chose a James Bond movie, laughing as the boys preformed a selection of scenes from the movie. Soon the girls fell asleep and Colby and David decided to stay up and drink a few beers.

"So much has happened..." David muttered, taking a swig.

"Yea... Man! You have no idea how hard I pressed to see if I could tell you. You were my partner, and I knew you would be the most hurt. I tried to give you hints, but I think they were way to hidden. I'm sorry bro." Colby looked at David for forgiveness. Since joining the FBI and Don's team, he looked up to David. David was always so calm, in control.

"I'm not going to lie, it hurt. But we all knew, deep down, that you were telling the truth when you called Charlie, it's a good thing we did before..." David stared down at his drink. Seeing Colby in the hospital was horrible, when only Allen and Megan was in the room. No family. No friends, other then Allen and Megan, trusted him enough to let themselves care. David tried to make himself go in, talk to his old partner, but he couldn't. Colby looked like crap. His face always in pain, even asleep, Doctors scared to put any more drugs in his system.

Colby rubbed the spot on his chest where he was stabbed with a needle. He was still sensitive, mostly to pain, and aftereffect of the drugs. "Seriously, Dude. Not to be all gushy, but I could not have had a better partner and-" Colby started.

David just stood up and offered a hand. He took it, grabbing David's strong forearm, and waited to see David's reaction.

"Enough with the bromance. You're an amazing partner yourself, even with your crazy triple agent and wolf tickets. You're my brother…who is going to watch Monty Python with me all night!" David held out a fist.

Colby bumped it, and then drew David into a 'man-hug'.

By midnight, David was out like a light and Colby was flipping through channels, waiting to wake Liz up for her shift. A rustle of sheets alerted him to Rae's waking. He put a finger to his lips, smirking at her wild hair and lethargic-ness. In the glow of the moon, he quietly signed to her. His high school in Idaho offered ASL, which he took to compensate for the barely passing Spanish grades, ending in Colby being fluent in both. Not understanding why, Colby found it easier to understand sign language then even English. Quietly, he moved to the couch, signing for Rae to join him. After making sure everyone was asleep, they started talking.

"About that handwriting…." Rae played with his fingers. "Have you ever been tested for… learning disabilities?" She tried to find the kindest way to put it.

He just stared at her. "You think I'm stupid."

"No! Just I have a student that has very similar handwriting. He has Dyslexia."

"I come from a small town in Idaho, what the hell is Dyslexia?"

Rae sighed. "Words; letters; numbers; all get jumbled up in your mind. Your 'b' and 'd's are permantly mixed, as well as 'q' and 'p'. You have a even harder time when you try to read it out load, and your scared every day that someone is going to make you read out load and then fire you because 'you are stupid'. Math was just as hard. You barely graduated, and no one knew or bloody cared enough to talk to you about it. Your brain is just hardwired differently. I know how to work with it, if you want to see if that helps..."

Colby just nodded, thinking about how it made sense. His stepfather called him stupid (and other things) all the time, though he never laid a hand on Colby. He carefully switched the subject, asking her about her students, tried not to think about disabilities.

The topic of their conversation switch from subject to subject as, unknown to the couple, Liz watched silently. She could perceive the attraction between the pair.

As Rae fell back asleep, Colby wandered to the tiny balcony, wondering if, and how, he should tell his team the truth about his girlfriend. He was so deep in thought he didn't notice the butt of a gun swinging toward his head.

He blinked. Hard. Reaching for his phone. Pressing speed dial. Hoping. Praying. Someone answer the goddamn phone.

"Hello?"

"They're taking her…" He blacked out as the cell tumbled from his hand off of the balcony and hit the ground, three stories down, and shattered.


The woman blew-out her newly dyed hair, now more or less to it's original color, a gorgeous honey blond. She decided to splurge and add some platinum highlights and some sexy red streaks. It matched her abrasive personality. She slipped into a simple white tee shirt and jeans, adding converses and a tailored jacked. A touch of make up finished her transformation from the stupid little Rae Smith into her true self.

"Colby Granger, just wait till I ruin your life right in front of your naive green eyes."

She walked out into the main room. They were in some warehouse, she didn't know (or care) where. As long as they found her. Rae Smith, the real one, was tied up in the middle of the room. She was dressed up in her Eponine costume, from when she was kidnapped. Dirty and sick from being in captivity for almost 2 months, the stupid bitch had to get some lung sickness, hacking up God knows what…

The Woman pulled Rae's blonde striped hair back.

"Well, well, well. Now that we got your little boy toy to start looking for you, actually me, we can truly ruin his life like I did with you and he did with me." The Woman growled as Rae yelped in pain.

"Please… Do whatever you bloody want with me! Leave Colby alone!" Rae begged, as The Woman tied a gag around her mouth.

"Yea, see I can't do that. He'll be happy that you died fighting and he doesn't have to deal with you ever again, ever since he had a taste of true women. Now shut UP!" The Woman shouted, hitting the moaning dancer across the face.

Rae kept quiet as she silently sobbed, mentally calling out to Colby not to look for her. To stop loving her, because she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve a man like Colby, who was going to the ends of the earth and life, to save the girl who gave up on him.