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Dinner and a movie

Series: Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together … and one they didn’t 3/9 (Masterlist)
Word Count: 1.302
Summary: Now Charlie was sitting next to him in Ian's car and stared out the window, keeping a white-knuckled grip on his jeans. Ian felt like a serial killer.
Characters: Ian Edgerton, Charlie Eppes, Don Eppes
Pairing: Charlie/Ian Edgerton
Rating: PG
Spoiler: Spree
Setting: during Spree
Author's Note: Written for the July Rewatch Challenge on sniper_voodoo – Spree. This is part one of a two-parter.
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.

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


Ian didn't feel entirely comfortable about how happy he was when he learned that Don Eppes' team was handling the Crystal Hoyle case. Or how happy he was about seeing Charlie again. But he decided to do something about it this time. He wouldn't let Don's protective streak get in the way. Or his own insecurities. Charlie had never given any indication if he was gay, but Ian would find out.

The math genius had gotten under his skin in such a short time and that didn't bode well for Ian's dignity whenever Charlie was around.

Like now.

Ian was sitting in one of CalSci's class rooms, watching Charlie teaching his students and he only noticed that he was smiling about the professor's hand gestures and enthusiastic voice when the two girls next to him were starting to giggle, whispering something that sounded a lot like “puppy dog eyes“.

“Who could blame him?“ one of them said when Charlie ended the lesson.

“Not me,“ the other said and with a wistful sigh added, “It's always the gorgeous once, though. Seems unfair. He's hot.“

With that, they left.

Ian waited until the class had filtered out, then he sat there for ten more minutes while Charlie was getting distracted by his notes. When the professor finally noticed him, Ian grinned. “Intriguing lesson,“ he said.

Charlie smiled. “That's a joke right? I thought you weren't into voodoo.“

Ian got up and joined Charlie on his way out. Calling his math voodoo had been a bad move, Ian realized. A bit too late.

“It has its perks,“ he said, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. He followed Charlie to his cluttered office.

“If you're here for the pursuit curve, I'm afraid I'm not done with it, yet.“

“I'm not here for the pursuit curve,“ Ian said.

“Oh?“ Charlie looked at him curiously. “Why are you here?“ He sat his bag down on his desk.

'Here goes nothing …' “Thing is,“ Ian said, “I ...“

Charlie looked at him.

Ian smiled helplessly. “Okay, I haven't done this in a while.“ So much for preserving his dignity.

“Okay,“ Charlie said.

“And I don't want this to interfere with our work.“

“O … kay.“

“You wanna have dinner with me?“

Charlie looked surprised, then he laughed. “Dinner? That's all?“

“Yeah,“ Ian answered, relieved. “Yeah!“

“Okay,“ Charlie answered, “sure, why not?“

“Okay,“ Ian said, still a bit surprised.

“We could invite Don, too,“ Charlie said.

Ian sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“What?“ Charlie asked, instinctively knowing that he'd said the wrong thing.

Ian answered, “Charlie, I wanted to have dinner.“

“Yeah,“ Charlie answered slowly, questioningly.

“Dinner … with you.“

Charlie needed about five seconds to mull Ian's words over, then he blushed and ducked his head. “Oh!“

“Yeah,“ Ian answered. “I think now you got it right.“

“Seriously?“ Charlie asked. “I mean, seriously... with me?“

“Why not with you?“ Ian asked.

Charlie shrugged. “I … uh ...“

“Hey, you can say no, you know,“ Ian assured him. “That's okay.“

“Let me just … let me just … catch up. This is the first time that a guy asked me out.“

“Well, you have to know if you'd like to go out with a guy.“

Charlie looked at him and Ian got the terrible feeling that he didn't.

“Charlie? You know, right?“

Charlie ducked his head.

“Oh!“ Ian said. He sighed deeply. This was not what he wanted it to be. A “no” would have kept him at a distance, a “yes” would have been heaven. But this … he cleared his throat. “I guess,“ he said and Charlie raised his head to look at him miserably, “I guess we have to find out then.“


When Ian picked Charlie up half-past seven the same evening, the professor was wearing jeans and a red-shirt claiming You are here. If there was a hidden joke, Ian didn't get it. Now Charlie was sitting next to him in Ian's car and stared out the window, keeping a white-knuckled grip on his jeans.

Ian felt like a serial killer.

”So,” Charlie asked a bit too loud and upbeat, ”where are we going?”

”Dinner and a movie,” Ian answered.

Charlie nodded. ”Traditional.”

”I'm a traditional man,” Ian answered.

Charlie looked at him with a nervous smile. ”Would that mean that this evening's on you?”

”I don't know,” Ian answered. ”Would that be a problem for you?”

”I'm not sure.”

”You like Italian?”

Charlie nodded.

”Great,” Ian said. Silence descended and Ian wondered if this was one of the most awful dates in the history of humanity.


The movie had been a good idea. They'd talked about it over dinner, then they'd found related topics to chat about. Ian had to say that he'd really enjoyed himself and he thought that Charlie had, too.

When they left the restaurant and walked slowly back towards Ian's car, taking a detour through a small park, he even risked the move and put an arm around Charlie's shoulders, pulling him closer. It was still warm outside, the paths and greens illuminated by streetlamps. The park was almost abandoned. Aside from them, only a couple of teenagers making out on a bank and a young woman walking her dog were there.

Ian looked at Charlie curiously. ”So, did you enjoy yourself?”

Charlie nodded. ”Yeah, I did. Thank you.”

”We could do it again.”

Charlie threw him a shy smile. ”We could.”

Ian smiled, before he stopped and pulled Charlie closer. He knew that he was hesitating and maybe a bit insecure and he hated it, but he didn't want to do anything wrong. It had been so long since he'd had a date with a man who had never been with another man before – who didn't even know if he wanted to.

But Charlie was looking at him calmly, waiting for Ian to take the lead. So he did. Ian caught Charlie's lips. And Charlie was responding by opening his mouth and they kissed. Ian thought that Charlie had to have made up his mind, because the younger man was pulling him closer and putting his arms around Ian's neck, still kissing him. Ian responded by wrapping his arms around Charlies chest, then burying one hand in the dark locks, keeping Charlie's lips sealed to his own.

And he had had to be doing something right, because when they broke for air and stared at each other, Charlie's cheeks were flushed and his eyes sparkled and he smiled. ”Oh, boy!” he panted.

”You got that right,” Ian said and grinned, nuzzling Charlie's cheek. ”Come back to my hotel with me.”

Charlie chuckled. ”Putting out on our first date?”

Ian smiled. ”You underestimate your effect on me.” He kissed Charlie again.

The younger man hesitated, one hand holding onto Ian's arm as if to ensure that the agent didn't leave while he thought about the offer. Then he nodded. ”Alright.”

Ian smiled. ”Sure?”

”No.” Charlie swallowed. ”But I want to.”

”Good enough for me.”

They started walking again, a bit faster … and then Ian's cell rang.

”Oh, no!” the agent sighed.

”Could be harmless,” Charlie said.

”At this time of night?” Ian answered. ”No, it's an emergency.” He put an arm around Charlie's shoulders and answered, ”Yes?”

”Ian,” Don said, ”bad news. It's Crystal. She's taken Megan.”


Part 2
Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together and one they didn't Masterlist

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( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 13th, 2010 04:26 pm (UTC)
TBC is the best thing EVER!!!

I love your Ian/charlie, would have given my kidney for this to have happened on show. maybe it would still be on air if the writers were as good as u are....?
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:57 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :)
Aug. 13th, 2010 11:21 pm (UTC)
Another good part of your series :)
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:57 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
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