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Numb3rs: Predator (Fanfiction)


Series: Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together … and one they didn’t 2/9 (Masterlist)
Word Count: 1.425
Summary: For a moment, Charlie thought that he'd seen something in Ian's smile, something predatory ...
Characters: Charlie Eppes, Ian Edgerton, Don Eppes
Pairing: Charlie/Ian Edgerton
Rating: NC-17
Setting: during Toxic
Warnings: Uh … sex
Author's Note: Written for the sniper_voodoo  Rewatch Challenge June – Toxic. And I did a headcount and realized that I was wrong concerning how often Ian made an appearance in Numb3rs so I changed the title a bit. Mea culpa, now there's seven ways for them to get together.
Feedback: Can’t breathe without it.
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv-show Numb3rs and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

Complete Fanfiction Masterlist
Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together and one they didn't Masterlist


Long after Don and Ian had retired to their motel rooms, Charlie was sill puzzling over the maps of Sibley, checking his numbers. He knew he was being obsessive but he didn't want to miss an important detail and place Don or anyone else in danger. He rubbed his tired eyes, deciding to go to bed, and rolled up the map before he gathered his notes.

It was cold and almost dark in the motel's parking lot. The only sources of light were the moon and a few street lamps as well as the windows of some motel rooms.

Charlie was headed for his and Don's room, determined to get a few hours of sleep and look at the problem with fresh eyes tomorrow morning before breakfast. He stopped when he saw Ian standing at his car, pulling a bag out of his trunk.

“Professor,“ the sniper acknowledged him without even raising his head and Charlie wondered anew if the agent was always that watchful or if he was able to just relax sometimes, too.

“Agent Edgerton,“ he answered. He wasn't sure if Ian wanted to make small talk now or if he should just continue towards his room. Even though thir relationship was purely professional, they had started to trust each other during their first case together. Ian had accepted that Charlie was able to help just as much with his numbers as Ian did with his instincts. And Charlie had accepted that Ian's expertise could could reduce his workload. He'd even been looking forward to seeing him again.

Ian closed the trunk. “You're up late.“

’Small talk it is,’ Charlie thought and smiled. “I was just refining my search pattern.“

Ian nodded. “That's good,“ he said. He slung the rucksack over one shoulder and headed for his room which was located directly beside Charlie and Don's. Charlie followed him.

“Tired?“ Edgerton asked.

“A bit,“ Charlie answered.

“Too tired to help me out?“

Charlie raised his eyebrows in surprise. “That depends,“ he said.

Edgerton smiled. “It's nothing big.“

Charlie shrugged and passed by his and Don's door to accompany Ian to his room. Ian opened the door and stepped aside to let Charlie in. For a moment, Charlie thought that he'd seen something in Ian's smile, something predatory, but he shook it off. He was being silly. What the hell should Ian hunt in his own motel room?


“And that's where the Steiner tree problem comes in. It can even help us with network design,“ Charlie finished his impromptou class fifteen minutes later. Ian was sitting in one of the chairs in his motel room. His legs were stretched out, his head propped up on a hand and with the other hand, he was holding a glass of scotch. Charlie was occupying the chair opposite him, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands waving widly while he was talking. His glass was standing on the desk, long since forgotten.

Ian sipped, staring at Charlie. “That's fascinating,“ he said.

Charlie frowned. “You aren't really interested in the application of the Steiner tree problem, are you?“

Ian smiled. “I just love to hear you talk about math,“ he answered.

Charlie felt a warm tingle in his stomach and smiled nervously. He knew that feeling. The last time he'd felt it had been whenever Steven Jennings – his tutor in Princeton – had smiled at him.

It was the feeling Alan expected him to have when Amita was with him. “I …“ He swallowed. “I should leave.“

Ian wasn't an option. Ian was the last person on Earth he should think that way of. Not just because they were knee-deep in a case, but because Ian would shoot him if he'd …

“Now?“ Ian sounded disappointed, but that smile was back. The predatory one.

Charlie jumped to his feet. “Oh yeah! It's late. I'm sure Don's worried sick about me.“

“Don will manage.“

Ian was talking softly now, intimately.

“I'm sure he's wondering where I am,“ Charlie said and wondered why his body didn't listen to him. Ian put away the glass and leant forwards. He took Charlie's hand and pulled him closer.

“He doesn't need to worry.“ His hands were now resting on Charlie's hips, pulling him closer until Charlie's knees were touching the chair. Charlie stared down into Ian's dark eyes and bit his lip nervously.

“I'm going to take good care of you,“ Ian grinned and with one last nudge, Charlie was kneeling on the chair, straddling Ian's lap. His hands were on the agent's shoulders. Ian rested a hand in Charlie's nape and pulled him down into a kiss. The moment their tongues touched the professor gave in. He cupped Ian's head with both his hands, kissing him back passionately. Ian laughed and pulled Charlie impossibly closer. One hand slipped under Charlie's sweater, making contact with warm skin. Charlie suddenly got up and pulled the sweater over his head. Ian – blown away by the sudden enthusiasm – followed his lead. He pulled Charlie back towards him and buried one hand in his hair, the other one under Charlie's jeans. The agent nudged Charlie backwards towards he bed where they landed in a tangle of limbs. Charlie was giggling, then moaning when Ian found his erection. Charlie teared at Ian's jeans impatiently and then tried to open the button and zipper. Ian removed his hand from Charlie's pants and kicked off his shoes and socks before pulling off his jeans. In the meantime, Charlie lost his shoes and jeans. Ian helped him with his socks, then he returned to his original position – pinning Charlie to the bed, rocking his hips.

Charlie wrapped his legs around Ian's hips and pulled him closer, his moans loud in Ian's ear. “Oh God,“ he whispered.

“I prefer Ian,“ the agent smiled and Charlie's panting breath tripped over a laugh.

Until someone knocked at the door. “Ian!“

“Oh God,“ Charlie whispered again – this time in horror – and Ian pressed a hand over his mouth.

“Don?!“ he asked just loud enough for his voice to penetrate the door. The doorknob was turned and Charlie panicked, trying to push Ian away.

“Don't!“ the agent cried out and Don stopped. Ian knew that he needed to give an excuse. “I'm naked!“ He let go of Charlie and the young man jumped off the bed.

He was gathering up his clothes when Don answered, “C'mon! Are you telling me you're shy?!“

Charlie just so made it to the bathroom before the door opened, revealing Don. Ian looked at him from his position on the bed, his eyebrows raised. Don stared at him in surprise and Ian couldn't blame him. Here he was, lying buck-naked on his bed and he really hoped that Don wasn't going to ask why the sheets and blankets were a mess … or why Charlie's notebook and maps were lying on Ian's desk. He grabbed the blanket that was lying at the end of the bed and wrapped it around himself. Then he stood before Don and looked at him. “What's up?“

“Do you know where Charlie is?“ Don asked.

“Uh ...“ Ian shook his head. “No.“

“Damn,“ Don muttered.

“He can't be far. Maybe he went for a walk.“

That didn't seem to help so Ian added, “Give him another fifteen minutes. If he hasn't turned up by then, I'm going to help you look for him.“

Don thought about it for a moment, then he nodded. “Okay.“

“Good,“ Ian smiled. Don nodded at him and left. Charlie was already fully dressed when he came out of the bathroom. “I should leave,“ he said but he hesitated and looked at Ian.

The agent nodded. “Yeah. A shame.“

Charlie gathered up his notes and made for the door. Ian grabbed his arm. “Hey! How about tomorrow? Same time, same place? Well, if we're not off looking for McHugh.“

Charlie smiled happily. “Sure.“

“Great,“ Ian grinned. He dropped a kiss on Charlie's lips and opened the door.

Charlie was almost at his room when Ian whispered loudly, “Professor.“

Charlie turned around to face him and raised his eyebrows.

“And please see to it that Don's not going to interrupt us again.“

Charlie laughed softly and nodded.


Complete Fanfiction Masterlist
Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together and one they didn't Masterlist


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 9th, 2010 06:06 pm (UTC)
Aw! I was hoping for smut...

Well, it was still well written and fun to read :)
Jul. 10th, 2010 11:19 am (UTC)
Sorry for the disappointment. :) I just had that scene in my head suddenly - Ian was calling "Don't! I'm naked!" I had to use it. Thanks for reading.
Jul. 10th, 2010 12:13 am (UTC)
Sooo close ... Bad timing, Don! (Or Don might consider it good timing ...)
Jul. 10th, 2010 11:20 am (UTC)
It's always the big brothers! They have the worst timing! :) Thanks.
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