Title:
"Fair deal"
Series:
Holding on to a lie,
part 5/?
Characters:
Amita/OMC, Colby/Charlie, Larry
Rating:
M
Spoilers:
None.
Summary:
Amita makes a
deal that will be helpful when she gets to perform her plans.
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it, but I do own the
original ideas and any OCs.
Beta:Thanks
to my amazing beta.
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Holding on to a lie
Part
5: "Fair deal"
After telling Charlie that she'd work again at the university, Amita knew that it was time for her to fulfill a bargain. "Here we'll be able to talk without being interrupted, Bob," she said while she opened the door of an empty classroom and asked her therapist to follow her.
Once they were both inside, she locked the door, turned around and really looked at Bob for the first time since her interview with CalSci's board was over.
"And now…" she said.
She immediately went towards him and pressed her entire body to the fifty-year-old man's, letting him know that she was going to fulfill her part of the deal they had made before stepping into the board's office.
While she felt his hands starting to touch her eagerly, Amita could remember the conversation they had had in that same classroom some hours ago, before the meeting started.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Berenson," Amita had said when she'd met the man Don had sent to help her.
"Oh, please… Call me 'Bob'," the therapist had said, smiling with the bright, hungry eyes of an old wolf.
"Ok… Bob," she had repeated, smiling playfully. She had known her weird behavior would be noticed by the trained eye of an expert hired by the FBI. "Would you come with me for a moment? I know we have to talk about how I feel about my situation. There are some things that I'd prefer to tell you… alone."
"Of course, Miss Ramanujan."
They had gone into one of the empty classrooms. There, Amita had started to talk in a flirting way that she knew would drive the therapist crazy. "Bob… Bobby… Can I call you Bobby, too?"
Bob's face had been confident and it had held a somehow dirty expression. Amita had been sure that he was imagining her naked, and she had walked around the room, just to let him have a little bit more view of the figure he wanted to possess so badly.
"I can be Bobby for you," the man had muttered, grinning.
She had turned around. "Then, we could work a deal… Bobby."
Strangely, Bob had gone silent and nervous. It was like he had realized that Amita knew his game. Maybe he had been worried that she would accuse him of not fulfilling his duty well. "What kind of deal are we talking about?"
Of course, it had been Amita's turn to get closer to him and caress his arm, trying to tease him. "We're talking about a deal that could be good for both of us." She had looked at him, smiling, and placed a kiss on the corner of Bob's mouth. "A very good deal."
He had held his breath and let Amita push him against the corner of the classroom; the window was far away from them, and luckily, no one could see them. He had also let her roam her fingers over his chest, let them slip into the little spaces between the buttons of his shirt and touch his tanned skin.
"I really want my old job back…but unfortunately, as you can see, I'm not exactly ok, I must confess…" She had kissed his neck; the hand that wasn't caressing his chest had started to go down his body. "But I guess that the fact that my balance's not right is good for you, to some extent…"
"Why would it be good for me?" Bob snapped, and the tone of his voice had revealed that he was interested in what Amita was saying.
"Well, because I could do you some… favors… and you could make some others to me in exchange…"
"The FBI would know about it."
"Not if I'm willing and ready… for our little… arrangement," Amita immediately responded. "And besides, if I'd say anything, you could always claim that I'm crazy…"
"You are crazy. Offering yourself to an old man like me…"
"Not an old man. A big, strong, gorgeous man that I wouldn't mind spend one night with."
Bob had visibly swallowed, looking at Amita in the eye. She had waited for an answer, and he had finally given it to her. Her easily influenced therapist had given in by showing her a naughty grin. "Ok… What do you want? And what do I get in return?"
While he had run his thick fingers through her black hair, she had got even closer to him, and talked in whispers. "I want my job, no questions asked. And for that, you get… me. As much as you want, as long as you help me."
After that answer, Bob had thrown his head back and laughed. "Oh my goodness, you dirty little thing."
"Would that be my pet name?" Amita had teased. "Because I like it so much…" She had leaned, very slowly. "You see, if I'm a dirty little thing, then you're a very, very bad therapist who has a kink for corrupting his patients…"
She had given him a soft kiss on the lips and when he had tried to grab her head and deepen it, Amita had broken it. "We'll close our deal once that meeting's done."
Once again, Bob had laughed and arranged her hair. "You really know how to convince an old wolf like me."
"What can I say, Bobby? I have a thing for older men. Maybe it's their experience in the love field…"
After making the deal, they had gone out of the room and walked towards the university board's room, carrying papers and a big secret between them.
And now, the meeting had ended. It had been successful. Amita had got her job back, and she was also back in the game.
It was time to close the deal.
She pressed her body harder to his, letting him feel how warm and rounded she would feel under his hands.
And he was definitely eager. He was eager to touch her, to have her all for himself. Amita could tell by the way Bob caressed her heavily, with firm movements, trying to touch as much of her as he could before undressing her.
But when he started to tug at her clothes, trying to get them off, Amita made him stop. "We're at the University. It's where I work, remember? If someone needed this room for some reason, we wouldn't have the time to get dressed…" Nevertheless, she whined when Bob sucked the hollow of her neck, sending shivers through her body.
She was lost. Maybe she had started this encounter thinking that she'd have to pretend that she was interested in Bob, but the truth was that she was actually turned on by him. Anyone who'd tell her that she was beautiful and desirable was enough for her to give in.
And fortunately, maybe she wouldn't even have to take her clothes off to give Bob what she had promised to him.
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Ten minutes later, Amita and Bob were getting out of the classroom, sweaty and tired, trying to sound as natural as possible. She had been the one who had set the fire, so she was able to handle the situation well. On the other hand, Bob was a person who had been well trained in psychology and who could behave himself the right way; he could do it even if he had been having sexual relations with a patient that was a friend of an FBI agent.
In a few hours, Amita had discovered that Bob Berenson was a very unscrupulous, unethical professional who had obviously managed to hide his dark obsessions and fantasies from the Bureau itself. And that was exactly the kind of person she needed at the moment.
They shook hands gently; Amita held Bob's gaze when he held her hand a little longer than it was appropriate. Even if some students were still looking at her, probably remembering what she had said to Charlie after leaving the board's room, no one seemed to suspect anything.
Now there was one more thing Amita needed to do today. She walked towards Charlie's office, and she found it locked.
"Charlie?" she called him, using her most adorable, innocent voice. "Are you in there?"
The door was open after a few seconds. Charlie came out to welcome her. "Oh, hey, Amita. Did Bob leave already?"
"Yeah, he did," she responded, and she took a look at the terrible state of the office. "What happened here?"
"Ask Larry."
Larry, who was seated on the desk that had been put against the door a couple of minutes ago, lifted his hands. "All I did was to protect myself; I did nothing that could have hazardous implications for any of the instances, activities, places or people that are related to this institution."
"He was running away from the students that wanted to know about your return," Charlie clarified.
"Oh," Amita muttered, feeling a little overwhelmed. She could remember the crowd waiting for her outside the board's office; she had managed to hold herself together and look completely natural, even when there were other feelings trying to take over her stability and manifest into the real world. "But there's no one out there anymore, Larry. You can get out. Rumors will vanish, eventually."
"Yeah, yeah… Maybe it's time to let the peak of the iceberg of fear crush against the moving menace of a ship full of people… in this case, multiple corridors plenty of students that are hungry for the newest information," Larry expressed while he got up and walked towards the door. "Maybe the impact will break this tendency to locate my social skills in a circle that is regularly composed only by brilliant human beings."
Charlie frowned, smiling. "Um… ok, if you think that'd help you."
Larry said some last words before leaving. He turned around, holding the doorframe, and stated, "The brightest minds are the ones that are capable of giving up some of their incredible capacities in order to achieve the understanding of the masses." He nodded, and soon he was gone.
"Wow," Charlie muttered when Larry wasn't there anymore. He started to read some equations he had written on some papers. "A Titanic metaphor. That was a little disturbing."
"Yeah… But he's right. I mean, people are wondering why I came back…" With those words, Amita had gained Charlie's attention. He wasn't looking at his papers anymore, he was listening to her. "Charlie, I want you to know that I'm not staying because of you. At least not because I'm trying to get you back or anything like that."
The fake confession seemed to have taken Charlie by surprise. "Oh… I guess that's good. I mean, I would feel bad if you had stayed for me… you know, after what happened."
"You mean, after you left me for Colby."
Now Charlie went to close the door. It seemed that he wasn't trying to hide his secret from the rest of the world. "Um… I'm still so sorry, Amita…" he said when he turned around.
She shook her head, smiling. "No, it's ok. You can't control your feelings. I think I can't do that, either."
They looked at each other. Amita could feel the vibes, she knew that Charlie had taken his words as if she was saying that she still loved him and wanted him back. A clarification was needed. "I… I think I expressed myself the wrong way. Of course I still have feelings for you, but I get it that you're with someone else. I would never try to make you guys break up, believe me."
Charlie simply stared at her.
"I actually hope you're happy together," she assured him.
He nodded. Amita's smile grew wider, trying to make him understand that she was telling the truth. But she was actually thinking about how handy it was that Charlie couldn't read any kind of signs.
"I really do wish the best for you."
With that, Charlie seemed to have bought her act. Slowly, she went towards him and hugged him, just like she had done when she had made a scene at the FBI and broken up with him. Her ex-boyfriend responded to her touch, hugging her, too, and Amita found herself starting to get closer and closer to him, winning his trust.
"Charlie."
The person who had said that was Colby. He was at the door, looking at her and his man together, and he didn't seem to be happy about that.
Amita and Charlie immediately separated and started to act in an awkward matter.
"I'm sorry I went to see Alan this morning," Amita said. "I just wanted to talk to you, but you weren't home. I guess you had important things to do… people to be with…" She glanced at Colby, meaning that she had the feeling that he and Charlie had been together that day at the office.
She knew she could set up a fight and she wasn't going to lose that opportunity. So Amita said goodbye to Charlie and Colby and left the office. She couldn't help smiling while she went through the corridor, getting farther and farther from the upset voices that were raising in there.
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