Title: "Fascination III" (3/3)
Characters: Charlie/Ian.
Rating: M.

Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ian and Charlie know what they're both thinking. Could a simple question make the situation even more awkward?

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Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it, but I do own the original aspects and any OCs.
Beta:Thanks to my amazing beta.

A/N: Inspired by a prompt on number100 community all over at LJ.

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Fascination II

"Professor?"

"What?" Play it smooth. You didn't just think of you and him.

Ian cleared his throat. "Are those results ready?" He immediately put his gun inside his pants, away from Charlie's view.

"Um… no, not yet. This analysis will take the system a couple more minutes," Charlie muttered, waving his hands too dramatically for it to be a normal gesture. He put his hands on his lap to avoid any assumptions. You didn't think of him like that. You're just tired.

They waited silently for the computer to finish processing the information. But eventually, Charlie looked at Ian's groin without noticing. He freaked out and the first thing that came to his mind was the fascinating gun. "So, what kind of gun is that?"

"The kind that always works."

Ian suddenly became silent. They looked at each other; Charlie felt himself blush even more and he was sure that Ian wanted to leave as soon as possible.

The printer threw a paper. Charlie handed it to the sniper. "Here are the results Don wanted!"

"Thank you, Professor," Ian snapped as he basically escaped from the office.

Charlie sat down again. Ok, new rule – never stare at a man's gun.

The end.

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