Title: "Erase the pain"
Characters: Robin, David, Megan.

Word Count: 300.
Rating: T (but if it should be M, then just tell me and I'll change it, no problem)

Warnings: Mention of several characters death.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sometimes after several tragedies, people need a break.

Feedback: Yes, feedback is love.

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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Erase the pain

When Robin entered the FBI headquarters, she saw David holding Megan; she was crying while he caressed her back to make her feel better, even if he seemed to be devastated himself.

"I just can't believe he…" Megan muttered. She was obviously talking about Larry and the decision he had made after losing his friends. "He always hated violence, but still, he was capable of…"

"A loved one's death can mess up your head, sweetheart. But the impact of it was multiplied by five," David responded. "Maybe it was his way to deal with it. Who knows what was going on inside his head… inside everyone's head."

Robin finally approached them. "Hey."

"Hey," David said, but Megan asked, "David, will you take care of it?"

He simply nodded, and soon she was gone.

"This is so difficult for us all," Robin whispered, taking deep breaths.

In silence, David pointed at the desk. His badge and Megan's were on it, along with their guns. "We're leaving the FBI work, taking some time off. This… all of this…" he opened his arms, "is not they way it was supposed to be like," he explained. "We got the guy that hit Colby with his car; we almost have Alan's killer, too. But it's not enough. It'll never be enough." He took a breath. "So we're trying to start over again, from scratch. Megan says that it'd help us to erase the pain a little."

"I see."

"Are you ok?"

Robin held her breath. "Yeah… I just… came here to see how you were doing."

"Thank you." David smiled sadly. "Maybe we'll see each other again, sometime."

She looked at the guns on the desk and nodded at a new idea. Perhaps there was something that could help her to kill the pain, too.

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