Title: Into Dust 2/5
Author: scotsrock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: R (violence)
Word Count: 592
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome Author's Notes: After finding out about what the gang had done to Charlie Don's anger grew.
Don accompanied his brother to the ambulance, patting him comfortingly on the shoulder before he turned his back on Charlie and got in his car. He followed the cars with the arrested gang members. He drove fast, Don's car almost hitting the car in front of it.
They would pay.
When they arrived at the office every single gang member was led into a different room. Don headed at once for the leader's room. Colby was inside and wanted to begin the interrogation. Don interrupted him and told him to leave.
"Don't do anything stupid.", Colby whispered as he passed Don and left to watch the scene from the side room.
There he sat. Grinning. Mocking Don and his team. Oh no, you did NOT win.
"Why? Let's start with the obvious! Why did you do it? What was the sense in kidnapping-"
"I'm really glad it's you Eppes. Not some lousy, stinking newbie. He would not know the right questions to ask."
Don's confused mind lay hidden behind his well-known poker face.
"So? Was this a right question?"
Don was fighting with himself, his fingernails digging into his palms, his fists clenched to stones.
"Yes, in fact. But I am surprised that you did not find out by yourself already."
"You're wrong. It was a simple act of revenge, wasn't it? I locked up your partner, so I was the one to pay for it, right?"
Don grabbed the chair and shattered it against the wall, making Colby behind the mirror jump.
"But you are dealing with the wrong guy!", Don shouted then and placed his hand on the table facing Norton with hate-filled eyes. "He is my brother!"
"So is Dillon!", Norton roared back.
Don kept on staring.
"Yes, you heard me! Dillon's my brother! And you locked him up, you let him there to vegetate, to go crazy! You are responsible!"
It was now that Don understood what was going on. He backed away a few steps and looked through the mirror at Colby. Colby noticed that something would go out of hand every second. He could see it in Don's behavior, in Don's look.
"What did you do to him?", Don asked with a calm voice, yet it was vibrating silently with rage. He did not turn around, he kept on looking through the mirror.
"The same thing Dillon had gone through. It wasn't about the money.", Norton answered.
Don forced himself to face him again.
"It was about you."
Don took a step towards Norton.
"It was about torture."
Don's body tensed.
"It was about making you suffer through him."
"You fucking son of bitch!"
Don could not hold it back any longer. With all the strength he had he kicked the table away and started beating and punching Norton with fists and boots. He went for the head first, knocked him out of his chair with one strike of his fist, punched him in the stomach, then he stood up and started kicking, stronger and harder with every single hit.
Colby could hardly react. He ran out of the side room, called for help and stormed into the interrogation room. They literally had to drag Don from Norton who looked as if he was thrown down a cliff or something. Blood everywhere, on Norton, on the floor, on Don's shirt and hands.
"Get off me, Colby! Get off!", Don shouted and freed himself from the agent's tight grip.
Don rubbed a hand over his face and looked down on Norton who still was able to smirk.
