numb3rsfanrecs | FIC: A Nice Day Out (Reply)

Well, it starts off as a vacation fic! Poor Donny.

Title: A Nice Day Out
Author: ALEO
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie
Rating: T
Length: 11,178 words (4 chapters)
Summary: It was just going to be a nice day out on a boat helping his brother on a math project. At least that's how it started...
Note: This fic has a sequel of sorts (in the sense that some of the characters are the same) called Speared
Why I'm reccing this fic: ALEO writes wonderful Don angst and this fic is no exception.

Don had cleared up a case a few days ago and completed all the paperwork yesterday. He had granted himself a rare day off. Dinner at Charlie’s last night had resulted in him being pounced on and invited out to sea today. He’d initially resisted the idea but then decided, why not? A day off should be a day off and if he was at sea he couldn’t be called in. Besides, it had been some time since he’d been on a boat and he admitted to himself that he had been looking at the boats in the marina in longing last time he’d driven past.

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Drug runners. Worse, drug runners who were arguing about doing something involving the Coast Guard. That couldn’t be good.

Don started to turn to go back down the corridor, intending to head towards his cabin and his gun. There was also an internal phone he could use to call Lieutenant Dylan and have her break out some handguns and send some men down to back him up. Or rather, he’d back them up, it was Dylan’s boat and she had jurisdiction.

The Seahawk took that moment to drop into another ‘pothole’. But this trough was accompanied by a steeper wall of water on the exit. The Seahawk staggered as her bow dug in before she stated to rise and corkscrewed. Don unbalanced in mid-turn, lost his footing, bounced off the wall and fell forwards to the hit the deck a few feet from the cabin door. The door to the three berth cabin flew open at the same time; obviously it hadn’t been secured on the latch properly. The three men gaped at the eavesdropper as the agent tried to scramble to his feet, oh shit.

Against the three of them in the confined space Don didn’t stand a chance. They were on him before he could get fully upright smashing him back to the carpeted deck. He landed a few good hits but they got some in of their own. After a solid blow that split his lower lip and had him seeing a few stars the men backed off. As his vision cleared he saw why, one man had produced a large automatic pistol. It was pointed as steadily at him as the conditions allowed. He stopped moving, sitting braced against the corridor wall as he wondered what they were going to do next.

“Hello, FBI.” The one with the gun said. His was the third voice.

“I don’t suppose you’d hand that over if I told you ‘you’re under arrest’?” Don asked hopefully, rubbing his sore jaw.

“Hah!” The man was amused but sobered immediately, gesturing with the gun towards the cabin. “Move.”

A Nice Day Out