Disclaimer: I own no Numb3rs. Other far more talented people do.
Summary: David and Colby get the worst assignment possible. NOT Slash.
A/N: Not too many funnies in this one. They are after a serial killer after all. The views expressed here are in no way in line with my own, the guy does need some reason for killing people..
The Cuckoo Club – The Parking Lot.
Colby rested his elbows on the roof of the jeep, and faced David on the other side.
"Need a hand getting those keys out, bud." He laughed at David struggling.
David was trying to pull the keys out of his pants pocket, they were caught on something and he was not paying the slightest attention to Colby. So he missed exactly what happened next.
Suddenly Colby felt a shove in the small of his back, it took him completely by surprise. He was pushed against the jeep, a muscular arm wrapped around his throat.
Colby let out a strangled cry, finally getting David's attention.
David automatically reached for his gun which wasn't there. So he held his hand's up. Looking at the guy holding Colby. It was Yellow shirt from the bar.
But we're looking for a Black guy David thought crazily.
"What do you want?" David asked the guy. His ear piece was silent, he was hoping that the team had not already gone home, it had only been moments since they left the club, surely someone was still around to back them up.
"Just you're friend here." Yellow shirt replied pulling tighter on his grip around Colby's neck. Colby struggled and Yellow Shirt, produced a knife in his other hand.
"Steady now, Cupcake." he sneered in Colby's ear "Wouldn't want blood all on that lovely white shirt of yours."
"You're making a huge mistake." David told him
"Why because there's two of you and only one of me." Yellow shirt asked. "Well lets remedy that."
"James." he jelled into the darkness behind David.
Instinctively David turned toward the direction that Yellow shirt was calling, only to meet a fist halfway round, it caught him on the left cheek, and sent him slightly reeling. As he recovered he felt incredibly strong arms, snake their way round his torso and neck.
"I'd like you two to meet my good friend James." It was like they were still standing at the bar, being introduced. "James is a little slow up top, but he follows orders well enough."
James chuckled in David's ear.
"You see I have a little bit of an issue with guys like you," Yellow shirt continued, still squeezing Colby's neck. "You go ahead and poke what you like in each other, I don't care. But polluting the blood of the white man. It's hideous."
At that both David and Colby sprang in to action. David ground the heel of his cowboy boot into the other man's toes, and twisting round in his grip caught in in the stomach with his elbow. Colby took the more direct route of slamming his elbow back into Yellow shirt's face. Both attackers, groaned and loosened their grips. David took full advantage of this attackers momentary weakness and in seconds had their positions reversed, and the thinner man pressed up against the jeep his arm twisted up behind his back.
Colby came of worse, as Yellow shirt caught him on the shoulder with his knife, it sliced though the white shirt like butter, leaving a shocking red line from Colby's neck along the top of his shoulder. Colby barely felt it as he completed his turn, and lashed out at yellow shirt with a quick right hook and a kick in the shins with his steel pointed boots.
Yellow shirt screamed and raised his knife to strike back.
"FBI Freeze!" Don's commanding voice filled the parking lot easily. Yellow shirt froze, as nearly a dozen armed people converged on them. Both FBI and LAPD.
Don had his gun pushed up against Yellow shirt's ear.
"Drop. The. Knife. Now." He stated.
The knife clattered to the floor, and Don pulled yellow shirt away from Colby, throwing him on the hood of the jeep to cuff him.
The red stain on Colby's shoulder was spreading rapidly. Colby was talking deep gulps of air, he slumped against the jeep.
David was handing over his attacker to another agent, "James DeVere." he told the agent. "He's the one we were looking for tonight." when Don's shout for the medic drew his attention. He looked up in time to see Colby slide down the side of the jeep onto the floor.
"No!" David was round the jeep in a shot, he beat the medic to Colby's side.
He immediately put in hands over the wound on Colby's shoulder applying pressure.
Colby looked at him. "It's only a scratch" he whispered "I just want to sit for a bit" he added.
The medic arrived, by now almost a third of Colby's once pristine white t shirt was dark red.
"May have just nicked the artery." he said pulling a pack of gauze from his kit he pushed David to one side. Applying the gauze directly over the t shirt. A second medic arrived with a gurney and got to work.
Don hefted Yellow shirt of the hood of the jeep, and dragged him to a nearby Police car, David followed, his hands still covered in Colby's blood.
Yellow shirt saw him and started shouting at him. "You taint the white man's bloodline" he screamed as Don roughly shoved him in the car.
"You moron." David spat at the vehicle "You need a woman to continue any kind of bloodline."
They watch the car pull away.
"Come on." Don said to David. "Let's go find out how Colby is."
Colby was just being loaded into the back of an ambulance. He was conscious, which was good.
David approached the rear of the ambulance.
"the bleeding is slowing but the cut is quite deep." the medic said without being asked.
"You're going to be fine" Don called into the back of the ambulance.
"Great timing." was Colby's only reply.
The doors slammed shut and the ambulance roared off into the night.
Don led David across the lot to his car.
"I'll run you to the hospital, you should get your face checked. "LAPD will sort out your jeep."
David nodded and got into Don's car. They drove off in silence in the same direction the ambulance had gone in.
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David had been checked, and given pain killers and was now waiting alone for news of Colby. Don and Megan had gone with Gary Walker to check on the arrested men. A couple of hours had passed when David was approached.
"Friend of Agent Granger." a softly spoken, very young doctor said.
"Yes" David stood.
"I'm Dr. Edwards." the young man said. "Agent Granger is going to be fine, the cut was clean and straight, missed the artery. He's all patched up. We're giving him a couple of unit's of blood to replace what he lost, but he'll be O.K. to go home tomorrow."
"Thank you" David breathed out a huge sigh of relief.
"Would you like to see him?" Dr. Edwards asked. "I'll have a nurse show you to his room. They're just moving him out of ER now."
"Yes please." David sounded too eager even to his own ears.
"This way then." the doctor led David to the nurses station.
"This is Mr..?" he looked at David.
"Sinclair." David finished for him.
"Mr Sinclair." the doctor continued. "He's with Agent Granger. Would someone show him upstairs to Agent Granger room?"
"Sure Dr. Edwards, no problem." and David was handed over to a slim blond nurse.
She led him to the elevator and escorted up two floors and to Colby's room. Where she left him. She returned to the nurse's station to be greeted by her friend.
"Why are all the hot men gay?" the nurse moaned to her friend.
Her friend laughed.
"They're still worth looking at." she mused.
They laughed together as they returned to work.
