Title:
"To be in control" – Part
2/5
Characters:
Colby.
Rating:
M.
Spoilers:
None.
Warnings:
None.
Summary:
Colby decides to do some
exercise until afternoon arrives.
Author's note: This was written for the "All about Colby" challenge on savecolby community all over at LiveJournal.
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Beta:Thanks
to my amazing beta.
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To be in Control
Part 2/5
Of course, Colby wasn't going to spend his entire free day at home. It was a wonderful morning and the nice weather always made him feel the urge to get a little taste of the reality that existed outside the FBI.
He needed to disconnect a little bit, so why shouldn't he start the day with some hours of running alone? He'd have to get another shower afterwards, but it was always good to lose some of the stress he'd gained over the week.
Slowly, he opened his closet and ran his fingers over the fabric of his perfectly folded shirts and suits, looking for his casual clothes. They were at the bottom, reserved for the only day of the week he could actually enjoy them for real.
Colby took his black running shorts and his navy blue sleeveless shirt and walked into the bathroom. He closed the door and a few minutes later, he walked out looking like a well-muscled, attractive athlete.
Next, he sat on the bed and put on his socks and his running shoes. Just tying his shoelaces made him smile in anticipation. And when he got out of his apartment with his bag, he knew that this day was going to be fantastic and that he had to enjoy it as much as he could.
The first contact with the morning air made him want to arrive to his destination right now. But still, he got in his car, threw his bag on the passenger seat and tried to stay in control. He was going to be there, eventually; there was no hurry.
Colby drove for a while, not really aware of the minutes that passed by, simply because the fantasy of getting to that place overwhelmed him every time he thought about it. Having the opportunity to cross the city just to have a little freedom in a place were no one could talk to him about work was too much to resist.
Soon enough, he was already there.
He got out of the car with his bag and looked at the unique scene he had in front of him.
The weather was perfect; it wasn't too hot, there wasn't too much wind. The air seemed to be cleaner than the one from the city. The beach was bright and almost empty because it was early, and the waves of the ocean were moving to a soft and relaxing rhythm.
He went towards the ocean, stood still, took a deep breath and tried to relax. It had been one hell of a week, and Colby needed a change for at least twenty four hours.
Running beside the ocean was such a great sensation. It made him calmer, it made his thoughts come to the right place, it made him start to let go of all the things that had bothered him lately. Maybe some kid that had turned out to be a murderer, or a perfect father that had a secret life as a drug dealer and cheated on his innocent, loving wife.
Those cases didn't matter. What mattered was that he was there, at the beach, with some unknown people just living their lives and not paying any attention to him.
There were no judgments, and that was his best reward for all his hard work.
Fresh air against his clothes, against his skin, making him feel the stillness of heart that was missing the rest of the week. Sometimes he even looked at the sun above him, felt its warm rays reaching every cell of his body, transforming light into the energy he needed to go on.
It was like he didn't feel the weight of his body, like there were no problems, no more things that needed to be fixed. Nothing but himself and his pure, authentic, own view of life itself, a journey that, looking back, seemed to be troubled but that looking ahead, it seemed promising and infinite.
Because, after all he'd been through, all he could count on was the future and the goodness of Fate.
And of course, the perfection of the present. It was absolutely priceless.
Digging his shoes into the sand, very close to the ocean, he ran on the beach, watching a couple of surfers have their fun. Surfing looked exciting sometimes; maybe some other time, probably next week, he could try that out.
Soon, Colby was leaving the beach and getting into the city. He didn't want to lose the feeling of being by himself in the middle of the crowded streets, so he pulled out his MP3 player and put the earphones on. One of his favorite Travis Tritt songs started to play; it was the same he had been listening to that morning.
It was a song full of joy and emotion, and it always made him smile, no matter how many issues he had to solve. He would probably play it again in his stereo when he got home that night.
That music helped him to survive the hundreds of people in every corner he passed by. Strangely, it was able to erase the external sound, allowing him to focus on his breathing, on the beat of his heart, on every step he made.
When he started to get tired, he pulled out a bottle of water from his bag. He stopped at a park to rest a little, and he sat on a bench. Not thinking about the people that surrounded him and were enjoying their own day, he drank some water and took some deep breaths.
And in that moment, Colby realized that he was covered in sweat. It had been a while since the last time he had gone running, and the sensation of needing a shower made him make an impromptu decision.
He took the bottle and poured the water on himself. The transparent liquid fell directly onto his head and slid over his neck, chest and arms, a little bit even falling on his shorts.
The water dampening his clothes and its freshness brushing the pores of his skin made him feel a little safer. He was relieved to get the right body temperature again; the heat was now overwhelming, and he still had a couple of hours to keep running and keep his mind open to anything but work.
Colby ran his fingers through his wet hair, little drops of water splashing his bag and even the bench he was seated on. Then he ran his hands over his face, leaving it shiny and wet, not bothering to dry it with a towel of anything like that.
There was no need for that.
Colby was in a part of L.A. where no one knew him or could judge his past actions. And he had Travis Tritt on his MP3.
He was completely free.
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