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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-11-03 12:13 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-11-03 12:13 pm
Charlie and Abby - Something and Nothing
Fandom: NCIS/Numb3rs
Title: Something and Nothing
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG
Characters: Charlie Eppes, Abby Sciuto
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Abby and Charlie try to make the evidence and the numbers match.
Author's Note: Written forcalleigh_j for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crimecrossover ficathon. Took me a while, but I finally go the two of them figured out.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of NCIS or Numb3rs. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Charlie backed away from the white board, exasperated, as he listened to what Abby was telling him. He scratched his head for a minute, before shaking his head, turning to her with an apologetic smile.
“Abby—I just don’t see how that can work.”
“Well, that’s because you’re putting a lot of faith in fancy math problems,” Abby said, giving Charlie a look. Charlie returned the look in kind, a slightly smug grin crossing his face.
“Numbers don’t lie, Abby.”
“And neither does evidence, Charlie,” she sighed, walking over to the whiteboard where he was standing. “Your numbers don’t match my evidence.”
“Which means there’s a problem with the evidence.”
“Or there’s a problem with the numbers.” Abby sighed, glancing back and forth.
Don had brought Charlie along with his team when he needed travel to Washington for one of the serial killer cases. Their jurisdiction wound up crossing with NCIS when the killer chose a former Marine as its newest victim, which lead to Charlie and Abby holed up in Abby’s lab, trying to figure out how to make sense of the information. So far they were having little luck, as the evidence didn’t seem to match up with Charlie’s theory.
“We gotta get these to match,” Abby sighed.
“Why’s that?”
“Your brother may trust both the evidence and the numbers, but Gibbs won’t,” she replied, walking back over to her computer and picking up her Caf-Pow. “We need to get them both to match so we don’t spark another great battle between them.”
“I don’t understand why they can’t just get along,” Charlie shook his head. “I mean, this isn’t even a jurisdiction issue, they just won’t get along.”
“They’re both stubborn,” she said, moving back to the table with the evidence laid out on it. “And they both have their own ways of doing things and don’t like to change.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Charlie replied, starting to look over his math again. “Don wasn’t exactly thrilled when I asked to consult for him, but once he saw how the math actually worked, he became a lot more receptive to the idea.”
“Don’t expect Gibbs to be that receptive,” Abby sighed, starting to tap away at the computer.
“Don’t worry, I’ve met the man. I don’t expect him to until he can see that it really works.”
“I think Gibbs and your brother are too much alike. That’s why they fight so much.”
“I think you may be right,” Charlie nodded, giving her a small smile.
Abby returned it, before looking at the computer. “So where do you work when you’re not fighting crime, anyway?”
“CalSci,” he replied, checking over his figures. “I’m a professor there.”
“CalSci?” she said, giving him a bright smile. “You know Larry Fleinhart?”
“Larry’s my mentor,” Charlie said with a small smile. “How do you know him?”
“We met at a convention once. Really nice guy.”
“Really? He never mentioned that.”
“Well, I don’t think he ever thought that you would have a run in with the NCIS,” she said with a smirk. “How is Larry, anyway?”
“He’s in outer space.”
“Well, that’s usually the way he is, but I was asking about him in more of the physical sense.”
“No, I mean he’s literally in outer space,” Charlie said with a smirk. “He’s on the ISS.”
“Really?” Abby said, eyes going wide. “That’s so awesome.”
“Yeah, he—he was very excited,” Charlie nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m sure,” she grinned, watching him for a minute, before turning back to the computer. “You really miss him, huh?”
“Yeah, I do,” he sighed. “It’s weird not having him around.”
“I miss him a lot too. It’s a bit different for me though, since I don’t really have him around all the time.”
“Larry is definitely a person to be missed,” Charlie nodded, giving her a small smile.
“So what else do you do when you’re not consulting for the FBI?”
“That’s—about it,” Charlie said with a grin.
“What? No wife? No girlfriend?”
“Well, I do have a girlfriend,” he said slowly. “But—”
“You don’t like to talk about your personal life.”
“Not really.”
“Fair enough. Most people don’t.”
They lapsed into silence for a moment, with the exception of the keys clattering on the computer and the squeak of the marker on the whiteboard. Abby ran the tests again, while Charlie checked and double checked his results, looking for a place where he might have gone wrong and after fifteen minutes they turned back to each other with a heavy sigh.
“Still the same answers?” Charlie asked, and she nodded. He placed his chin in his hand, and turned back to the board. “There has got to be something we’re missing here.”
“Ya think?”
“I mean, it’s not like we have nothing here,” Charlie sighed. “We both have something, that provides some answers. So that’s not nothing.”
“It means nothing when we put those answers together though,” Abby sighed. “For once, two somethings make a nothing. It goes against the laws of science.”
“And math,” Charlie added, before backing away and turning to look at her. She looked back and they both sighed heavily.
“We can’t tell them we have nothing,” Abby frowned. “We’ve been down here for hours.”
“By their standards we should have answers. And we can’t tell them we have something and nothing,” Charlie replied. “They’ll look at us like we have two heads.”
“So we’re stuck, aren’t we?” she sighed.
“There’s got to be an answer,” Charlie sighed. “There’s always an answer.”
Abby sighed, looking back and forth between the whiteboard and the evidence as Charlie started writing again. “I think we need to take a closer look at this.” She picked up her cup and shook it slightly. “And I need more Caf-Pow.”
“Is now really a good time for ridiculously caffeinated soda?” Charlie asked, looking up from the white board as she walked out of the lab.
“Charlie—there is never not a good time for Caf-Pow.”
Title: Something and Nothing
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG
Characters: Charlie Eppes, Abby Sciuto
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Abby and Charlie try to make the evidence and the numbers match.
Author's Note: Written for
calleigh_j for the crimecrossover ficathon. Took me a while, but I finally go the two of them figured out.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of NCIS or Numb3rs. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Charlie backed away from the white board, exasperated, as he listened to what Abby was telling him. He scratched his head for a minute, before shaking his head, turning to her with an apologetic smile.
“Abby—I just don’t see how that can work.”
“Well, that’s because you’re putting a lot of faith in fancy math problems,” Abby said, giving Charlie a look. Charlie returned the look in kind, a slightly smug grin crossing his face.
“Numbers don’t lie, Abby.”
“And neither does evidence, Charlie,” she sighed, walking over to the whiteboard where he was standing. “Your numbers don’t match my evidence.”
“Which means there’s a problem with the evidence.”
“Or there’s a problem with the numbers.” Abby sighed, glancing back and forth.
Don had brought Charlie along with his team when he needed travel to Washington for one of the serial killer cases. Their jurisdiction wound up crossing with NCIS when the killer chose a former Marine as its newest victim, which lead to Charlie and Abby holed up in Abby’s lab, trying to figure out how to make sense of the information. So far they were having little luck, as the evidence didn’t seem to match up with Charlie’s theory.
“We gotta get these to match,” Abby sighed.
“Why’s that?”
“Your brother may trust both the evidence and the numbers, but Gibbs won’t,” she replied, walking back over to her computer and picking up her Caf-Pow. “We need to get them both to match so we don’t spark another great battle between them.”
“I don’t understand why they can’t just get along,” Charlie shook his head. “I mean, this isn’t even a jurisdiction issue, they just won’t get along.”
“They’re both stubborn,” she said, moving back to the table with the evidence laid out on it. “And they both have their own ways of doing things and don’t like to change.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Charlie replied, starting to look over his math again. “Don wasn’t exactly thrilled when I asked to consult for him, but once he saw how the math actually worked, he became a lot more receptive to the idea.”
“Don’t expect Gibbs to be that receptive,” Abby sighed, starting to tap away at the computer.
“Don’t worry, I’ve met the man. I don’t expect him to until he can see that it really works.”
“I think Gibbs and your brother are too much alike. That’s why they fight so much.”
“I think you may be right,” Charlie nodded, giving her a small smile.
Abby returned it, before looking at the computer. “So where do you work when you’re not fighting crime, anyway?”
“CalSci,” he replied, checking over his figures. “I’m a professor there.”
“CalSci?” she said, giving him a bright smile. “You know Larry Fleinhart?”
“Larry’s my mentor,” Charlie said with a small smile. “How do you know him?”
“We met at a convention once. Really nice guy.”
“Really? He never mentioned that.”
“Well, I don’t think he ever thought that you would have a run in with the NCIS,” she said with a smirk. “How is Larry, anyway?”
“He’s in outer space.”
“Well, that’s usually the way he is, but I was asking about him in more of the physical sense.”
“No, I mean he’s literally in outer space,” Charlie said with a smirk. “He’s on the ISS.”
“Really?” Abby said, eyes going wide. “That’s so awesome.”
“Yeah, he—he was very excited,” Charlie nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m sure,” she grinned, watching him for a minute, before turning back to the computer. “You really miss him, huh?”
“Yeah, I do,” he sighed. “It’s weird not having him around.”
“I miss him a lot too. It’s a bit different for me though, since I don’t really have him around all the time.”
“Larry is definitely a person to be missed,” Charlie nodded, giving her a small smile.
“So what else do you do when you’re not consulting for the FBI?”
“That’s—about it,” Charlie said with a grin.
“What? No wife? No girlfriend?”
“Well, I do have a girlfriend,” he said slowly. “But—”
“You don’t like to talk about your personal life.”
“Not really.”
“Fair enough. Most people don’t.”
They lapsed into silence for a moment, with the exception of the keys clattering on the computer and the squeak of the marker on the whiteboard. Abby ran the tests again, while Charlie checked and double checked his results, looking for a place where he might have gone wrong and after fifteen minutes they turned back to each other with a heavy sigh.
“Still the same answers?” Charlie asked, and she nodded. He placed his chin in his hand, and turned back to the board. “There has got to be something we’re missing here.”
“Ya think?”
“I mean, it’s not like we have nothing here,” Charlie sighed. “We both have something, that provides some answers. So that’s not nothing.”
“It means nothing when we put those answers together though,” Abby sighed. “For once, two somethings make a nothing. It goes against the laws of science.”
“And math,” Charlie added, before backing away and turning to look at her. She looked back and they both sighed heavily.
“We can’t tell them we have nothing,” Abby frowned. “We’ve been down here for hours.”
“By their standards we should have answers. And we can’t tell them we have something and nothing,” Charlie replied. “They’ll look at us like we have two heads.”
“So we’re stuck, aren’t we?” she sighed.
“There’s got to be an answer,” Charlie sighed. “There’s always an answer.”
Abby sighed, looking back and forth between the whiteboard and the evidence as Charlie started writing again. “I think we need to take a closer look at this.” She picked up her cup and shook it slightly. “And I need more Caf-Pow.”
“Is now really a good time for ridiculously caffeinated soda?” Charlie asked, looking up from the white board as she walked out of the lab.
“Charlie—there is never not a good time for Caf-Pow.”
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I'm glad you liked it.
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and you are right I don't see gibbs playing nice w/ Don. Don i can see trying...
nice job
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So when is the follow-up of Don and Gibbs? :)
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I'm glad you liked it.