Meet the Edgertons
Summary: Don's normal day turns out not so normal when Ian comes to his office with news. His family wants to meet Don. Which is all well and good, but Don doesn't know what to expect from the family of Ian Edgerton and Ian isn't giving him any information. Coupled with the fact that he's currently trying to hide the fact that he's injured with the suspect still on the lose, can Don manage to get to the family meeting in one piece and leave a good impression on them?
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: Still don't own the show or make money off these stories. If I did, I wouldn't be dead broke rn (and I'd have a library of books).
A/N: Heyyyy, so I know I'm starting another series even when I have stuff that I haven't finished yet. Don't worry, I'll get back to it. In the meantime, I got inspired to make this (hopefully) little fanfic. I honestly wanted this to be a oneshot, but then it grew in size and I can no longer ignore the fact that this will in fact be a multichapter…again. I swear to god, I can't keep shit as oneshots for the life of me. Oh well, I guess this means more content for you guys. I'm also currently doing all this on an ipad in a hotel room because I got dragged to an impromptu fieldtrip where my dad drives like the IRS is hot on his heels. So if I don't post in the foreseeable future, then my dad's budget tokyo drift driving skills have failed me.
Anyways, have fun and I'll (hopefully) see you guys on Monday at the latest. Have a nice day!
The day started normally enough for Don. Wake up, make coffee, get in the car, go investigate the scene of a brutal murder, try not to start a fistfight with another cocky officer who thought they could do better than the FBI, then save said officer's ass from a shootout while getting hit himself, and then try to survive the onslaught of having his team try to rip him a new one while simultaneously trying to not rip his stitches.
Like he said, your average Tuesday.
Thankfully the wound wasn't that bad (to him at least) and it was on his non-dominant arm so all it took was a little charm and politeness and he was out the door in minutes (don't believe what Megan says about him looking like a kicked puppy, that's a lie). Unfortunately, the criminal managed to run away from the scene before they could catch him, so the case wasn't completely finished. Fortunately though, they knew exactly who it was so all they needed to do was wait for a sign of the guy and they were as good as gold. And hey, maybe this would be those cases where he didn't need to call Charlie. He didn't need to see Don in another bloody suit.
After finding a suitable excuse as to why he couldn't come home for the next week or so so that his father wouldn't come knocking down his door and getting a nasty shock and telling Charlie that he had no cases for him, Don was free to start digging into the investigation.
"I still think you should go back to the hospital," Megan spoke up, as she tossed a wad of paper at his head. Don dodged her attempts in favour of picking up another file since he was finished with the one he had in his hand. Currently since they were waiting for the evidence to be processed, they decided to try and get a head start by looking for more evidence.
"Sorry Reeves but the word 'break' isn't a part of Don's vocabulary," David said, looking resigned. "You'd be better off asking a lion not to eat you when you're wearing a dress made of meat."
"Ouch!" Colby commented from the background, "That's cold."
"Not as cold as you guys are going to be once I send you to Antarctica for messing around on a case," Don grumbled as he picked up the crumpled paper that Megan had thrown and tossed at the bin, not even bothering to see if it had gotten in. Although judging by the amazed voices of David and Colby, he definitely made the shot.
"And who's going to do all this work while we're transferred away?" Megan asked, rifling through one of the stacks, "Face it Eppes, you can't get rid of us," she said as she shot him a teasing grin.
Don rolled his eyes as he opened up another file, "I wish I could. Maybe next time I'll find a team who listens to what I say."
"And fuel your ego so much you get an inflated head?" she joked, causing both Colby and David to snort. "No thanks, you need someone here who could make sure that you don't turn into a real life bobble head. You want to get through the office doors after all, do you?"
Colby whispered out a "Boom, roasted," before clamping his mouth shut when Don tossed him a sharp glare.
"Let's see if you still say the same thing when I mess with your performance evaluations Reeves," he shot back.
"You wouldn't," she gasped, although the light in her eyes told him that she was aware that this was just the standard ribbing.
"Oh he would," David spoke up from his desk, shooting her a bright grin. "I've seen him demote a promising agent to nothing but a bathroom janitor." Don couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. That was a common story that David liked to share with the newcomers or people he thought were assholes.
"Stop exaggerating," he tried to complain, but David just gave him an incredulous look.
"I wasn't exaggerating by that much and you know it," David replied, which earned him actual serious stares from Megan and Colby.
"Wait…you're being serious?" Colby realized, dropping his files abruptly.
"No he's not, don't believe in what he says," Don cut in, trying to save face. Megan and Colby both turn to look at David questioningly, clearly not believing their increasingly flustered boss.
"Oh I'm being serious alright," David said, grinning. "Despite his supposed gigantic ego, he's surprisingly unwilling to let people know what he's truly capable of." He then placed his hand on his chin and sat back, "I guess it has something to do with his 'inferiority complex' or 'impostor syndrome', at least that's the running theory," he mused.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Where did you get all that?!" Don half-shouted, grateful for the glass windows since they block out most sounds. Then he remembered where he heard those terms in relation to him. "You've been talking to Terry too much," he muttered. That woman knew him far too well and for far too long.
"Maybe…"
"So, there is some actual truth behind these rumours?" Megan spoke up, looking intrigued.
"Rumours? There's more?!" Do these agents have nothing better to do? Then again, Don himself was always accused of being a workaholic so maybe he didn't have much say in the matter.
Clearly taking enjoyment out of the fact that for the first time since she got in the team, Megan has had the chance to see him be clueless, she poked him even further. "About you? Far too many. You're the breakroom's favourite subject."
Don's hand twitched slightly as he started to think about the possible conversations these agents might have. He hoped that his own team wasn't fueling the fire, that would be disastrous.
"So, what's the true story about the janitor thing?" Colby pressed, looking at David.
David was about to open his mouth but then a knock on the door happened. Don couldn't help but slump his shoulders in relief, ignoring the snickering from his traitorous team. "What is it?" he called out.
"Sorry to bother you, Agent Eppes," an agent said as he poked his head in before walking inside, putting a box of files he had on the desk of the war room. Judging by his jittery nature, hunched stance, and clearly younger age, he was most likely fresh out of Quantico. "These were the results you asked from the techs."
Don picked one of the files up and took a look. "Huh…perfect timing, thanks Agent Jenkins."
"Your welcome, sir," he nodded, "Also another agent came by and told me to send you a message."
That caused Don to cock his head to the side in confusion. Who the hell would send me a message? His list of people who would contact him out of the blue wasn't exactly that long. "Who was it?"
The young agent shrugged, "I didn't get his name sir, but he was tall, had tan skin, black hair, and dark eyes that were a bit too sharp," he shuddered.
Nevermind then… I know exactly who it was. The bastard did have too much fun scaring the newbies. It's the main reason why he still kept his teaching license at Quantico even though he despised it. The sadistic jackass. "What did he want?"
"He said that he'll be stopping by this afternoon. So if you could still be in your office by the time he arrives, it would be great."
Don had a feeling that Agent Jenkins had probably changed the original message to be more polite because there was no way in hell Ian would ask him kindly to stay. Demanding is more of his style to be honest. "Alright, thanks for the message Agent" Don nodded, "oh but before you leave, here's some word of advice". He managed to ignore the wide-eyed almost glowing face as the young agent stared at him, hanging on to his next words. "Try to take in more detail. Unique clothing, markings on the face, or the face shape itself could go a long way with identifying a criminal."
"Of course sir, I'll take that advice to heart," he replied almost too enthusiastically before fleeing outside. Don shot his team dirty glares as all three of them started to snort, trying to keep their laughter in.
"I guess…" Colby wheezed out in between chuckles, "He didn't want to be a janitor…"
"Shut up," Don said as he rolled his eyes. Then he got up and started to divide the files between the four of them, delegating the tasks. "Alright everyone, jokes over. Let's get to work!" Everyone's faces grew more serious at that, listening intently at his orders. Then they promptly took the files that they were given and started combing through them with the efficiency of a well oiled machine.
Don himself took a hefty amount of files and started to look through them, glancing at his watch periodically as he did. This is going to take some time…
A/N: And so it begins…
