Title: Faith Never Made a Fed Bite His Tongue

Author: Bug Eyed Monster

Rating: Teen for talk of excessive violence.

Category: Crossover.

Spoilers: Post TV series for BtVS, season 4 for Numb3rs

Warnings: Hints at aggressive violence.

Summary: Lehane plays hired hit man, while the feds listen in.

Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned the beautiful boys of Numb3rs. Don't own Faith either. If I did, she would have had a lot more airtime, maybe even her own show.

Author notes; {thoughts} is thoughts.

Don sat in a bureau car, his tongue playing with the toothpick in his mouth. The conversation came in clear over the wire.

"Bitch needs to learn a lesson."

"Hey, I ain't got no problem killing off the little wife, it's just the kids. Y'know how cops are when someone offs their kids, it's like they don't realize the kids don't belong to 'em. There's gonna' be fuss when the cops see the kids dead."

"They're no good to me anymore. She's poisoned them against me. The oldest don't even want to speak to me now."

{They're probably tired of your behavior.} Don thought.

Lenny McCoy continued. "I don't know about using a girl for the hit. I was looking for a man; he could take her down a few pegs. Let someone else have fun with her before she's dead." McCoy laughed at the thought of his ex-wife's impending humiliation.

"Hey, I can make her suffer first, if that's what you want. Make her think I'm gonna' not kill the kids if she behaves, I can get her to say she loves broomsticks up her c**t. I could even get her to go down on the dog."

Lehane and McCoy laughed. A round of suggestions on how to make the poor woman suffer before her death followed. Don took the crushed toothpick out of his mouth and put it in an old coffee cup turned car trashcan. He fished out gum.

A session of haggling began. Lehane quoted one price for offing just the wife, but more for the kids. McCoy of course, didn't want to pay Lehane too much. A deal was finally struck, with half up front, and the rest 'on delivery'.

"Good." Lehane said. Both parties were apparently happy with the deal. "Ya got the account number?"

"Sure do."

"Good, I'll pay your old family a visit the night after I get the funds. Gotta get some prep stuff first."

McCoy's bullyboys drove him off. Don realized he couldn't see Lehane.

"Damn, I've lost her, Don." Edgerton's frustrated voice came over the ear-bug.

"Anyone see Lehane?" Don asked.

"Negative."

"Nope."

"Nu-uh."

"I'm right here." Faith Lehane chirped in Don's ear as she stepped out of the darkness, her hands slapping his car door. Don jumped, his water bottle tipped, water splashing the car seat. "F**k S**t!" Don swore. Faith laughed and clapped her hands like a toddler.

Don got out of the car. He bit his tongue on chewing Lehane out. They needed her.

Lehane leaned in close but Don resisted moving away. "Aww... poor baby. Do ya' want me to kiss it and make it better."

Don glared at her. "Hell no."

Lehane laughed.

"So, ya' wanna' call Edgy out of the shadow over there." She pointed with her thumb.

"Someday I'm going to find out how you do that." Ian said as he stepped out of his cover.

"I've told you, you can come by for 'lessons' anytime." Lehane said. She made everything sound like innuendo.

Don pulled her attention back to the subject at hand. "Be ready for when he calls you." Faith nodded, all business. "We've got detail watching Ms. McCoy and the kids. Never know, he might try to hire someone else. Someone not so squeamish about the kids."

Lehane had been stretching as Colby watched. Her face was suddenly subdued at Don's comment about the kids.

Don sipped at his coffee as he walked over to his desk. Megan spoke without looking up from her monitor. "Merrick wants to see you in his office." She looked up over her reading glasses. "A brunette walked into his office very early this morning."

Megan's gaze returned to her monitor and the usual slew of paperwork duty. "She claims that Lenny McCoy is looking to hire someone to kill off his family. Seems he is a little upset with his wife filing for divorce and poisoning the kids against him."

"Lenny McCoy? Really?" He practically purred. Lenny was a two-bit thug with enough brains to cover his tracks. Pin McCoy, and he would happily roll over on his 'business buddies' to make a better deal.

Don glanced at the woman looking out the window of Merrick's office. Her back was to him. Waist length wavy brown hair, height maybe about 5-1, sturdy frame, muscled arms. "She seems a little small to be pegged as hired gun material." Don took a sip of his coffee.

Megan looked over her glasses again, and said. "Her name is Faith Lehane." Don managed not to spew his coffee all over his keyboard. "As in broke out of prison twice Lehane?"

"The very same."

Don frowned. "She has a Murder 2 rap to her name, why is she balking?" He mused aloud.

Megan looked at him over her reading glasses again. "Why don't you go into Merrick's office and find out?"

Don knocked on Merrick's doorframe, as the door was open. Merrick and Robin looked up; Lehane continued looking out the window at the street down below.

"Ms. Lehane, this is Special Agent Don Eppes, he will be the agent in charge of this case." Merrick said. "Don, Faith Lehane."

Lehane turned from the window and waggled her fingers at him. "Yo."

Don nodded and glanced down at the papers Robin had under one hand. Lehane had already given permission for wiretaps on her cell phone and hotel room phone.

"Lenny McCoy's little p.o.'ed at his little woman. One of his men was asking if I knew anyone who would kill off his family. I went ahead and said I'd take the job." Lehane looked at Robin, as if looking for an okay for something.

"Had he gotten any positive replies before yours?" Don asked.

Lehane shrugged.

"Then someone else might have already said yes." Don said. "I'll get a team out to tap your phone lines and you wait for the call back."

"What about the kids, he wanted his kids dead too." There was a worried plead in Lehane's voice; she was concerned for the kids.

"We will have agents watching them."

"Kids should be against the rules." Lehane said quietly.

Don paused, then said "Yeah. It would certainly cut out half my nightmares." He bit his tongue on asking Lehane if she would have taken the hit had Lenny McCoy only wanted the wife dead.

"Bet my nightmares are worse than yours." Lehane said with a challenging smirk.

Oh, hell, no way was he going to get into a nightmare-comparing-contest with Lehane.

Lehane's face lost the pensive look as soon as she noticed Colby staring at her stretch. She smirked and winked at Colby as she came out of her stretch. Colby wasn't drooling...yet. Don stepped between Colby and Lehane.

"Go get some rest, Lehane. Next few days will be-"

"Nerve-wrecking?" Faith smirked. "And speaking of rest- maybe I should call your dad and tell him you skipped lunch and you've been up late?" Don glared at her as she laughed.

"Later boys." Faith strutted off, waving at Colby like a porn version of a homecoming queen. She had that sexy walk down pat.

As soon as she was gone, David slapped Colby on one shoulder. "Ow!"

"She's an ex-con, Colby." Don said.

"And just think about what you might catch from a promiscuous ex-con like her." David snapped.

"Uhm... how about 'what a way to go!'?" Colby quipped.

*fin*