Pairing/Characters: Don POV, implied Don/Billy, hint of Don/Colby
Summary: A series events spanning ten years, leading Don from one thing to another.
Word Count: Three 100 word drabbles
Spoilers: Based on episode 6.14
Disclaimer: Numb3rs does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. This has not been beta'd, so I apologize for any glaring mistakes.
A/N: Written for numb3rs100 Prompts #228: Hurt, #229: Break, and #231: Heal
They had tracked the perp for days now. Don glanced at Billy, still harboring some uncertainty about cornering an unstable criminal at a busy motel. Billy held his gaze, then nodded again towards the motel, as if to say, this is the only way. The two agents moved forward.
When the perp grabbed the motel manager Don knew that things could only end badly. Don glanced at Billy, questioning. Billy gave Don a look that seemed to say, this is the way things are sometimes. Don inhaled. The gunshot echoed. Don walked away unharmed, but for weeks the pain linger.
Marcus Taylor had been charged and convicted of manslaughter over two years ago. Yet Don was here, sitting in a courtroom watching another appeal. Distracted, Don caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Turning, Don's gaze snagged on too-long legs in too-tight jeans, thumbs hooked in belt-loops, scruffy red stubble and blue eyes. Eyes that said, so here we are. Again.
Don wasn't proud about how he and Billy had parted ways, but it still made his heart break to see any uncertainty in his ex-partner. Eyes locked, again: I'm sorry it ended like this.
One of the things that Don had always admired about Colby was his ability to not ask questions. Growing up with Charlie taught Don to appreciate that rare talent. So when Don asked Colby to drive him to evidence, he was knew that Colby wouldn't ask why, despite his interest.
Later, when Colby found him in the break-room, cleaning ten-year-old blood off of a pocket-watch, Colby offered company without conditions. Their eyes met, and Don could see what Colby wouldn't put in words: If you wanna talk, we can. Don wondered if maybe he was starting to heal after all.
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