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Don/Calleigh - Haven't Changed a Bit
Fandom: Numb3rs/CSI: Miami
Title: Haven't Changed a Bit
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Don Eppes/Calleigh Duquesne, Megan Reeves, Horatio Caine, Colby Granger, Jake Berkley. Implied Calleigh/Jake and Don/Liz
Content Warning: None, really, aside from the canon relationships.
Summary: Don and Megan head down to Miami after some evidence regarding a cold case turns up.
Author's Note: Written foramatia for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crimecrossover ficathon. I'm usually a Colby/Calleigh girl, and I wasn't planning on picking up any prompts to pitch hit but I saw this one for the two of them and I couldn't resist. They're a lot of fun actually. Especially getting to write gossip!Megan.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or Numb3rs. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
“Hey, Don?” Colby said as he rounded a corner in the FBI bullpen. “Gotta minute?”
“Yeah, Colby, what’s up?” Don was leaning back in his desk chair, taking a break from the paperwork he was currently working on.
“You know that shooting we had a couple months back—never found the murder weapon and the case ran cold?”
“Yeah,” Don sat up a bit more in his chair. “What about it?”
“The gun resurfaced,” Colby replied, handing him a file. “In a double homicide. MO looks like it might be the same guy.”
“Where is it?” Don asked, taking the file from him.
“Miami,” he replied, “The lieutenant on the case gave us a call, said we might wanted to get in on the arrest if it was the same guy.”
“Miami, huh?”
“Yeah—want me and David to fly in and check it out?”
“Actually, you know what—me and Megan’ll take this one.”
“You want to go to Miami?” Colby asked skeptically.
“Yeah—what’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Colby said, shaking his head. “Nothing at all. You going to ask Megan before you decide she’s going?”
“I’m pretty sure she’ll want to tag along,” he said with a smirk, before getting up and picking up his suit jacket, and heading off to find Megan. “It’s gonna be a pretty interesting trip.”
Megan was found a few minutes later, sitting at her desk stirring a cup of coffee. When she heard that Don was heading to Miami personally himself, she frowned slightly. “You want to go to Miami.”
“Yeah.”
“For a gun in a cold case from months ago.”
“Yeah—that a problem?”
“And you don’t want to send David and Colby instead.”
“Nope—figured I’d handle this one myself for once.”
Megan sat back, studying him for a minute, “Alright, I’m intrigued—what’s in Miami?”
“Our gun,” Don replied with a smirk. “So you comin’ or what?”
She sighed heavily before shaking her head slowly. “I’m coming.”
***
“You wanted to see me, Horatio?” Calleigh asked as she walked over to the tall, red-haired lieutenant, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she did. Horatio looked up at her and gave her a small smile as he took off his sunglasses.
“Yes—I did. Do you know an FBI Agent Eppes?”
Calleigh smirked slightly at the name before nodding. “A long time ago. Why do you ask?”
“His team in LA has taken an interest in our case—the murder weapon, to be more specific,” he sighed. “And I want you—to make sure all the lines of communication are clear.”
Calleigh frowned, “Isn’t that Detective Berkley’s job?”
“Normally, it would be, but Agent Eppes—” Horatio looked up at her, an amused smile on his face. “—requested you.”
The frown softened into a small smile. “He did?”
“He did,” Horatio nodded.
“Well—do I have a choice?”
He smirked. “You always have a choice, Calleigh.”
“Uh-huh,” Calleigh sighed, apparently highly amused at this turn of events. “I’ll go talk to them now, then?”
“Please do, and Calleigh?” Calleigh turned back to face him as he put his sunglasses back on, hand on his hips. “Keep me in the loop.”
***
Don was sitting up on the edge of the breakroom table, staring down Berkley with an amused smirk. The younger detective was not happy they were here but there really wasn’t anything he could do about it at this point. So Berkely was pissed, Don was amused, and Megan just looked annoyed. Don turned to her with a confused grin, tilting his head to the side slightly.
“Something wrong?”
“Too much testosterone in the room,” Megan said with a smirk. “Way too much testosterone.”
Don gave her a grin, before the door opened, and Calleigh walked in with a bright smile. Don returned it, and Berkley perked up slightly, at this, now more confused than pissed. Calleigh turned to him with a nod. “Don’t worry about them, Jake—I’ll take it from here.”
“Why?” he frowned, giving her a look.
“Agent Eppes requested that I be their liaison for this case.”
Berkley was now looking at him with something akin to suspicion—possibly possession, but Don couldn’t be sure. Jake just shook his head, before walking out of the breakroom, and Calleigh turned back to the two agents with a smile. “Agent Eppes.”
“Officer Duquesne.”
“Been a long time.”
“That it has,” he nodded, before turning back to Megan. “This is my partner, Megan Reeves.”
“Nice to meet you,” Calleigh replied, extending her hand to Megan and the other woman shook it, a look of curiosity crossing her face.
“And you,” Megan said with a nod. “How do you two know each other?”
“We’ve worked together before,” Calleigh sighed softly. “A long time ago.”
“Back when I was still in fugitive recovery,” Don added, and Megan nodded.
“Well then—guess this should go a lot smoother.”
“Guess so,” Calleigh said with a sigh, as she moved to sit at the breakroom table. “Now, should I get you two up to speed?”
“Please do,” Megan nodded, giving her partner a curious look as she settled into the seat.
***
Calleigh was leaving the breakroom when she felt Jake catch her arm, pulling her closer to him. She gave him a strange look, and he ignored it. “Who is he?”
Jake had been watching the two of them talk through the window of the breakroom, and there was something incredibly off about this guy. He had requested her for more than the interest of the case going smoothly. They knew each other. Well. He could see it in the way they looked at each other, and he wasn’t stopping until he got some answers.
“Who is who?”
“Agent Eppes.”
“I think you just answered your own question.”
Jake groaned, pinching his eyes closed and shaking his head. “I mean who is he to you?”
“He’s an old friend,” she replied, wrenching her arm out of his grip.
“Old friend or old boyfriend?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Considering what we’re doing now, I think it is.”
“Let it go, Jake,” she replied, before starting to walk away from him again. “It was a long time ago.”
“Just because it was a long time ago, doesn’t mean it’s going to stop him from trying again.”
Calleigh turned back to him before shaking her head slowly, “Let. It. Go.”
Jake just remained silent, and Calleigh sighed before turning to walk away again. Once she was out of earshot Jake shook his head and muttered. “So not letting this go.”
***
“What was that about?” Megan asked as she went to pour herself another cup of coffee.
“What was what about?” Don asked, looking up at her in confusion.
“You requested her?”
“Well, I figured that since jurisdiction always makes things uncomfortable, I’d request someone I’ve worked with before and make sure things go a little—smoother.”
“So you two have worked together before?”
“Yes, briefly we did.”
“Was it more than just work?”
“What?” Don turned to her, giving her a look.
“Don—let’s not pretend I don’t know about your preferences for women with a badge,” Megan replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “We’re partners, remember?”
“It was just work, Megan.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It was.”
“Just work like we’re just work, or just work like you and Liz are just work.”
Don turned to her with a look, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Drop it, Reeves.”
Megan just grinned, enjoying watching him squirm. “You know, I could probably go to her and get the whole story myself.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” he replied firmly.
Megan nodded slowly, before picking up a cookie from the box on the table, and taking a bite. “We’ll just see about that.”
***
Calleigh looked up at the sound of someone knocking lightly on the doorframe of the trace lab. She gave the agent a smile, before turning back to the samples she was setting up in the GCMS.
“Agent Reeves—what can I do for you?”
“I heard you were running trace from the murder weapon,” Megan replied.
“Just setting it up to run now,” Calleigh nodded as the woman walked over to stand next to her. “It’ll take some time before we get any results though.”
“It’s a shame you already ran the ballistics on the murder weapon,” Megan sighed, pushing herself up on the stool next to her. “I was hoping to see the ‘Bullet Girl’ in action.”
Calleigh gave her a small smile. “And who told you I go by that?”
“Don,” Megan replied simply. “You know, he really speaks very highly of the time you worked together. Leaves a person to wonder just how—closely—that was.”
Calleigh’s smile turned into a smirk. “Are you fishing, Agent Reeves?”
“Is my bait good enough, Officer Duquesne?” Megan replied with a grin, and Calleigh looked over at her, amused.
“Well, that depends on what you want to know.”
“Look, I can tell from the way he looks at you that there was something more than just a professional relationship going on. That much I know. All he seems to do is deny, deny, deny, so—I have to admit. I’m a bit curious.”
“You’re asking for pretty personal information,” Calleigh replied. “I think I’m going to need some kind of—exchange.”
“Are you asking me to bribe you, Officer Duquesne?” Megan smirked.
“Not a bribe, exactly, just a—mutual sharing of information.”
Megan frowned for a minute, before her eyes widened. “You want to know what he’s been up to lately.”
“Not so much what as who, but yes,” Calleigh said with an embarrassed smile. Megan only grinned with a nod.
“I think we can work something out.”
***
“Hey, Don!”
Don turned at the voice and gave her a smile. “We got something?”
“DNA gave us a hit off the slide—we think it’s the guy we’re looking for,” she replied. “Wanna take a ride and check it out?”
“Definitely,” he nodded, starting to follow her as she led the way toward the parking garage.
“ Great,” she said with a grin before holding up the keys. “I’ll drive.”
Don grinned. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
“And neither have you, from what I’ve heard,” she replied as she climbed into the Hummer. Don did the same before turning to her with an interested look.
“And what have you heard?”
“Oh, nothing much, really,” she said with a small smirk. “Just a little something about you and an—Agent Warner?”
“Ahh,” he grinned with a laugh. “You’ve been talking to Megan.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a badge bunny.”
“I thought that term was reserved for lawyers who dated cops.”
“I think for you it still applies,” she grinned, pushing the car into gear and backing out of the parking space.
“Oh yeah?” he grinned. “Well, you’ve been doing a bit of that yourself.”
“Have I?” she smirked.
“Oh, don’t give me that,” he said with a laugh. “I know how you flirt, Calleigh. And I saw the way Detective Berkley looked at you.”
“And I think you’ve been talking to someone yourself.”
“Talking to someone?” he said, giving her a look. “Who would I be talking to? You’ve had me holed up in the breakroom all day.”
“I’m sure with your charm you would have managed to get the information out of someone somehow.”
“Charm?” he said, giving her a look of fake confusion. “What charm?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Seriously, Calleigh, I am the least charming person I know,” he grinned. “Where on earth would you get that idea about me?”
“Let’s just say I’m speaking from personal experience,” she grinned, looking over at him briefly before turning her eyes back to the road. They fell into silence for a moment, before he turned back to her, a more serious expression on his face.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Professional or personal?”
“Personal.”
She paused for a minute, before shrugging slightly. “Go for it.”
“Did you miss me at all?”
“Did I miss you?”
“You know—after we—” He let his voice trail off and let her infer what he meant from the statement. She was quiet for a minute, before shrugging slightly.
“Possibly. A little,” she sighed. “But we were complicated from the beginning, Don. We never would have worked.”
“When I was in fugitive recovery, maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But now that I’m back working homicide—”
“Don—Agent Warner, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, no—I’m not saying that we should now,” he said, shaking his head. “But if somewhere down the line, it comes up—” He looked over at her, hesitating slightly. “—would you?”
She thought about it for a minute, before shrugging. “Maybe. That’s a pretty big maybe though.”
“I see,” he said with a nod. He looked away from her for a minute, before turning back to her with a smile. “You still haven’t changed a bit.”
Calleigh laughed, shaking her head slightly. “Neither have you, Don. Neither have you.”
Title: Haven't Changed a Bit
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Don Eppes/Calleigh Duquesne, Megan Reeves, Horatio Caine, Colby Granger, Jake Berkley. Implied Calleigh/Jake and Don/Liz
Content Warning: None, really, aside from the canon relationships.
Summary: Don and Megan head down to Miami after some evidence regarding a cold case turns up.
Author's Note: Written for
amatia for the crimecrossover ficathon. I'm usually a Colby/Calleigh girl, and I wasn't planning on picking up any prompts to pitch hit but I saw this one for the two of them and I couldn't resist. They're a lot of fun actually. Especially getting to write gossip!Megan.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or Numb3rs. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
“Hey, Don?” Colby said as he rounded a corner in the FBI bullpen. “Gotta minute?”
“Yeah, Colby, what’s up?” Don was leaning back in his desk chair, taking a break from the paperwork he was currently working on.
“You know that shooting we had a couple months back—never found the murder weapon and the case ran cold?”
“Yeah,” Don sat up a bit more in his chair. “What about it?”
“The gun resurfaced,” Colby replied, handing him a file. “In a double homicide. MO looks like it might be the same guy.”
“Where is it?” Don asked, taking the file from him.
“Miami,” he replied, “The lieutenant on the case gave us a call, said we might wanted to get in on the arrest if it was the same guy.”
“Miami, huh?”
“Yeah—want me and David to fly in and check it out?”
“Actually, you know what—me and Megan’ll take this one.”
“You want to go to Miami?” Colby asked skeptically.
“Yeah—what’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Colby said, shaking his head. “Nothing at all. You going to ask Megan before you decide she’s going?”
“I’m pretty sure she’ll want to tag along,” he said with a smirk, before getting up and picking up his suit jacket, and heading off to find Megan. “It’s gonna be a pretty interesting trip.”
Megan was found a few minutes later, sitting at her desk stirring a cup of coffee. When she heard that Don was heading to Miami personally himself, she frowned slightly. “You want to go to Miami.”
“Yeah.”
“For a gun in a cold case from months ago.”
“Yeah—that a problem?”
“And you don’t want to send David and Colby instead.”
“Nope—figured I’d handle this one myself for once.”
Megan sat back, studying him for a minute, “Alright, I’m intrigued—what’s in Miami?”
“Our gun,” Don replied with a smirk. “So you comin’ or what?”
She sighed heavily before shaking her head slowly. “I’m coming.”
***
“You wanted to see me, Horatio?” Calleigh asked as she walked over to the tall, red-haired lieutenant, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she did. Horatio looked up at her and gave her a small smile as he took off his sunglasses.
“Yes—I did. Do you know an FBI Agent Eppes?”
Calleigh smirked slightly at the name before nodding. “A long time ago. Why do you ask?”
“His team in LA has taken an interest in our case—the murder weapon, to be more specific,” he sighed. “And I want you—to make sure all the lines of communication are clear.”
Calleigh frowned, “Isn’t that Detective Berkley’s job?”
“Normally, it would be, but Agent Eppes—” Horatio looked up at her, an amused smile on his face. “—requested you.”
The frown softened into a small smile. “He did?”
“He did,” Horatio nodded.
“Well—do I have a choice?”
He smirked. “You always have a choice, Calleigh.”
“Uh-huh,” Calleigh sighed, apparently highly amused at this turn of events. “I’ll go talk to them now, then?”
“Please do, and Calleigh?” Calleigh turned back to face him as he put his sunglasses back on, hand on his hips. “Keep me in the loop.”
***
Don was sitting up on the edge of the breakroom table, staring down Berkley with an amused smirk. The younger detective was not happy they were here but there really wasn’t anything he could do about it at this point. So Berkely was pissed, Don was amused, and Megan just looked annoyed. Don turned to her with a confused grin, tilting his head to the side slightly.
“Something wrong?”
“Too much testosterone in the room,” Megan said with a smirk. “Way too much testosterone.”
Don gave her a grin, before the door opened, and Calleigh walked in with a bright smile. Don returned it, and Berkley perked up slightly, at this, now more confused than pissed. Calleigh turned to him with a nod. “Don’t worry about them, Jake—I’ll take it from here.”
“Why?” he frowned, giving her a look.
“Agent Eppes requested that I be their liaison for this case.”
Berkley was now looking at him with something akin to suspicion—possibly possession, but Don couldn’t be sure. Jake just shook his head, before walking out of the breakroom, and Calleigh turned back to the two agents with a smile. “Agent Eppes.”
“Officer Duquesne.”
“Been a long time.”
“That it has,” he nodded, before turning back to Megan. “This is my partner, Megan Reeves.”
“Nice to meet you,” Calleigh replied, extending her hand to Megan and the other woman shook it, a look of curiosity crossing her face.
“And you,” Megan said with a nod. “How do you two know each other?”
“We’ve worked together before,” Calleigh sighed softly. “A long time ago.”
“Back when I was still in fugitive recovery,” Don added, and Megan nodded.
“Well then—guess this should go a lot smoother.”
“Guess so,” Calleigh said with a sigh, as she moved to sit at the breakroom table. “Now, should I get you two up to speed?”
“Please do,” Megan nodded, giving her partner a curious look as she settled into the seat.
***
Calleigh was leaving the breakroom when she felt Jake catch her arm, pulling her closer to him. She gave him a strange look, and he ignored it. “Who is he?”
Jake had been watching the two of them talk through the window of the breakroom, and there was something incredibly off about this guy. He had requested her for more than the interest of the case going smoothly. They knew each other. Well. He could see it in the way they looked at each other, and he wasn’t stopping until he got some answers.
“Who is who?”
“Agent Eppes.”
“I think you just answered your own question.”
Jake groaned, pinching his eyes closed and shaking his head. “I mean who is he to you?”
“He’s an old friend,” she replied, wrenching her arm out of his grip.
“Old friend or old boyfriend?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Considering what we’re doing now, I think it is.”
“Let it go, Jake,” she replied, before starting to walk away from him again. “It was a long time ago.”
“Just because it was a long time ago, doesn’t mean it’s going to stop him from trying again.”
Calleigh turned back to him before shaking her head slowly, “Let. It. Go.”
Jake just remained silent, and Calleigh sighed before turning to walk away again. Once she was out of earshot Jake shook his head and muttered. “So not letting this go.”
***
“What was that about?” Megan asked as she went to pour herself another cup of coffee.
“What was what about?” Don asked, looking up at her in confusion.
“You requested her?”
“Well, I figured that since jurisdiction always makes things uncomfortable, I’d request someone I’ve worked with before and make sure things go a little—smoother.”
“So you two have worked together before?”
“Yes, briefly we did.”
“Was it more than just work?”
“What?” Don turned to her, giving her a look.
“Don—let’s not pretend I don’t know about your preferences for women with a badge,” Megan replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “We’re partners, remember?”
“It was just work, Megan.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It was.”
“Just work like we’re just work, or just work like you and Liz are just work.”
Don turned to her with a look, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Drop it, Reeves.”
Megan just grinned, enjoying watching him squirm. “You know, I could probably go to her and get the whole story myself.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” he replied firmly.
Megan nodded slowly, before picking up a cookie from the box on the table, and taking a bite. “We’ll just see about that.”
***
Calleigh looked up at the sound of someone knocking lightly on the doorframe of the trace lab. She gave the agent a smile, before turning back to the samples she was setting up in the GCMS.
“Agent Reeves—what can I do for you?”
“I heard you were running trace from the murder weapon,” Megan replied.
“Just setting it up to run now,” Calleigh nodded as the woman walked over to stand next to her. “It’ll take some time before we get any results though.”
“It’s a shame you already ran the ballistics on the murder weapon,” Megan sighed, pushing herself up on the stool next to her. “I was hoping to see the ‘Bullet Girl’ in action.”
Calleigh gave her a small smile. “And who told you I go by that?”
“Don,” Megan replied simply. “You know, he really speaks very highly of the time you worked together. Leaves a person to wonder just how—closely—that was.”
Calleigh’s smile turned into a smirk. “Are you fishing, Agent Reeves?”
“Is my bait good enough, Officer Duquesne?” Megan replied with a grin, and Calleigh looked over at her, amused.
“Well, that depends on what you want to know.”
“Look, I can tell from the way he looks at you that there was something more than just a professional relationship going on. That much I know. All he seems to do is deny, deny, deny, so—I have to admit. I’m a bit curious.”
“You’re asking for pretty personal information,” Calleigh replied. “I think I’m going to need some kind of—exchange.”
“Are you asking me to bribe you, Officer Duquesne?” Megan smirked.
“Not a bribe, exactly, just a—mutual sharing of information.”
Megan frowned for a minute, before her eyes widened. “You want to know what he’s been up to lately.”
“Not so much what as who, but yes,” Calleigh said with an embarrassed smile. Megan only grinned with a nod.
“I think we can work something out.”
***
“Hey, Don!”
Don turned at the voice and gave her a smile. “We got something?”
“DNA gave us a hit off the slide—we think it’s the guy we’re looking for,” she replied. “Wanna take a ride and check it out?”
“Definitely,” he nodded, starting to follow her as she led the way toward the parking garage.
“ Great,” she said with a grin before holding up the keys. “I’ll drive.”
Don grinned. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
“And neither have you, from what I’ve heard,” she replied as she climbed into the Hummer. Don did the same before turning to her with an interested look.
“And what have you heard?”
“Oh, nothing much, really,” she said with a small smirk. “Just a little something about you and an—Agent Warner?”
“Ahh,” he grinned with a laugh. “You’ve been talking to Megan.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a badge bunny.”
“I thought that term was reserved for lawyers who dated cops.”
“I think for you it still applies,” she grinned, pushing the car into gear and backing out of the parking space.
“Oh yeah?” he grinned. “Well, you’ve been doing a bit of that yourself.”
“Have I?” she smirked.
“Oh, don’t give me that,” he said with a laugh. “I know how you flirt, Calleigh. And I saw the way Detective Berkley looked at you.”
“And I think you’ve been talking to someone yourself.”
“Talking to someone?” he said, giving her a look. “Who would I be talking to? You’ve had me holed up in the breakroom all day.”
“I’m sure with your charm you would have managed to get the information out of someone somehow.”
“Charm?” he said, giving her a look of fake confusion. “What charm?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Seriously, Calleigh, I am the least charming person I know,” he grinned. “Where on earth would you get that idea about me?”
“Let’s just say I’m speaking from personal experience,” she grinned, looking over at him briefly before turning her eyes back to the road. They fell into silence for a moment, before he turned back to her, a more serious expression on his face.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Professional or personal?”
“Personal.”
She paused for a minute, before shrugging slightly. “Go for it.”
“Did you miss me at all?”
“Did I miss you?”
“You know—after we—” He let his voice trail off and let her infer what he meant from the statement. She was quiet for a minute, before shrugging slightly.
“Possibly. A little,” she sighed. “But we were complicated from the beginning, Don. We never would have worked.”
“When I was in fugitive recovery, maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But now that I’m back working homicide—”
“Don—Agent Warner, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, no—I’m not saying that we should now,” he said, shaking his head. “But if somewhere down the line, it comes up—” He looked over at her, hesitating slightly. “—would you?”
She thought about it for a minute, before shrugging. “Maybe. That’s a pretty big maybe though.”
“I see,” he said with a nod. He looked away from her for a minute, before turning back to her with a smile. “You still haven’t changed a bit.”
Calleigh laughed, shaking her head slightly. “Neither have you, Don. Neither have you.”
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