Emily (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-18 11:25 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-18 11:25 am
Don/Sofia - Waiting for the Dust to Settle
Fandom: CSI/Numb3rs
Title: Waiting for the Dust to Settle
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Eppes/Sofia Curtis, Charlie and Alan Eppes.
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: All Sofia was looking to do was pick up a file.
Author's Note: Written formyherodrowning in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Don, and she picked the one with Sofia as her favorite. I actually had fun writing this one. These two fight better than I thought they would.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI or Numb3rs. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
“Detective Curtis!” Charlie said, surprised, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m getting ready to head back to Vegas, and I wanted to say goodbye,” Sofia said with a smile, “And I also needed to pick up the file from the case.”
“Oh! I still have that,” he laughed, “If you’ll just give me a moment, it’s out in the garage.” She nodded, and he gestured for her to come inside, “C’mon in. No sense in you standing outside.”
“OK,” she replied, walking into the living room. Charlie disappeared, and the house was quiet for a minute. She was just looking around, trying to get a feel for the place. The house was silent for a minute, but then the door opened behind her and she jumped slightly.
“Hey, Charlie, I was wondering—” Don stopped short when he saw Sofia, and frowned, “Detective.”
“Agent Eppes,” she said stiffly.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to say goodbye to Charlie and thank him for his help,” she said, “And I needed to pick up the file that he requested from the case.”
“Oh,” he nodded, before starting to walk past her. The way he said it confused her. She couldn’t get a read on what he meant by that particular “Oh” and that was one of the most frustrating things about working with him. She was finding him almost impenetrable when it came to what he was thinking and that bothered her, especially when it came to people she worked with.
But damnit, it was only one word. She took a deep breath, because she didn’t want to fight with the man in his own home, and she could feel her frustration level rising just like it had done before every fight previously.
“Can I ask you something?” he said, turning to face her.
“If it’s work related, please don’t,” she replied simply, and Don blinked at her for a second, before responding.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to start a fight,” she replied.
“But you’ll start a fight with me while we’re at work?”
“Well, that’s different,” she stated simply.
“How so?”
“Because this is your home, and I’m just a guest here, albeit briefly, and I think it’s disrespectful to pick a fight with someone on their own turf.”
“Technically, the FBI building could be considered my turf,” he said, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest defiantly.
“Yes, well someone in that building has to call you down on being a stubborn, pompous ass, and I’m the only one who can do so without fear of losing my job.”
“So you’ll do it at work, in front of my co-workers and colleagues, but you won’t do it in front of my family?”
“Exactly,” she replied, “I at least have that much respect for you.”
“Have that much respect?” Don gaped, “You show me little to no respect in front of the people who work for me, and I have to see on a day to day basis. What kind of respect is that?”
Sofia took a deep breath, and tried to keep her head over that, and started backing towards the door, “I—I can’t—you know what, just tell Charlie to FedEx it to me or something. I’m gonna go.”
“Now, hold on a minute, we’re not done yet,” Don said as he followed her.
***
Alan came around the back of the garage, and found Charlie rifling through a stack of folders on his desk. He gave his son a confused look before speaking, “Who’s that in the house with your brother?”
“Detective Sofia Curtis. She works for Las Vegas homicide. She came out to help work on a case,” Charlie replied, before looking up, concerned, “Wait, both she and Don are inside.”
“Well, yes, I’m assuming,” Alan replied, “I haven’t actually been inside yet, I figured I’d wait till the yelling died down.”
“You should have seen the way they tore into each other at work, Dad,” Charlie laughed slightly, “I’ve never seen Don fight like that with a woman, ever.”
“Really?” Alan said, before looking back at his son, completely serious, “You know if she’s single?” Charlie laughed, and Alan continued, “Charlie, I’m dead serious.”
“Dad, I think she would murder him before she married him.”
“Relationships have been built on worse,” he countered, and Charlie just shook his head, before continuing.
“Well, she’s happily returning to Vegas, and as far as I know, never wants to see Don again, so no matter how single she is, I don’t think it would work.”
“Eh,” Alan shrugged, “Worth a shot.”
***
Sofia had finally ended the fight rather abruptly, by storming out of the house and muttering about how she couldn’t get out of LA fast enough. Charlie managed to catch her before she got into her car, and give her the file she need, and Don watched as they said their last goodbyes, confused at how much more relaxed, and happier she seemed when she was talking to Charlie as oppose to when she was talking to him.
He heard a noise coming in from the back, and figured that it must be his father. The door to the kitchen swung open, and Alan walked in like he was walking through a mine field. Don gave his father a look as Alan came cautiously back into the living room. “You alright, Dad?”
“I’m just—making sure the dust had settled,” Alan replied, settling into a chair with his newspaper.
“C’mon Dad,” Don shook his head, “Detective Curtis and I weren’t that bad.”
“Don, Charlie and I could hear you all the way out in the garage.”
“Really?”
Alan nodded the affirmative, and Don cringed, “Sorry. Didn’t realize we were that loud.”
“It’s alright,” Alan replied, “Guess she’s heading back to Vegas, huh?”
“Guess so,” Don replied, “She and I won’t be turning your house into a war zone anymore.”
Alan watched his son as he headed back into the kitchen, and knew that his son wasn’t exactly as thrilled with that prospect as he was making it seem. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were actually going to miss the woman.”
“What?” Don frowned, “Dad, c’mon, you heard the two of us. We’re almost out for blood.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” he said with an nod before heading back into the kitchen, “As I said, if I didn’t know any better, that’s what I’d think.”
Title: Waiting for the Dust to Settle
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Eppes/Sofia Curtis, Charlie and Alan Eppes.
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: All Sofia was looking to do was pick up a file.
Author's Note: Written for
myherodrowning in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Don, and she picked the one with Sofia as her favorite. I actually had fun writing this one. These two fight better than I thought they would.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI or Numb3rs. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
“Detective Curtis!” Charlie said, surprised, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m getting ready to head back to Vegas, and I wanted to say goodbye,” Sofia said with a smile, “And I also needed to pick up the file from the case.”
“Oh! I still have that,” he laughed, “If you’ll just give me a moment, it’s out in the garage.” She nodded, and he gestured for her to come inside, “C’mon in. No sense in you standing outside.”
“OK,” she replied, walking into the living room. Charlie disappeared, and the house was quiet for a minute. She was just looking around, trying to get a feel for the place. The house was silent for a minute, but then the door opened behind her and she jumped slightly.
“Hey, Charlie, I was wondering—” Don stopped short when he saw Sofia, and frowned, “Detective.”
“Agent Eppes,” she said stiffly.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to say goodbye to Charlie and thank him for his help,” she said, “And I needed to pick up the file that he requested from the case.”
“Oh,” he nodded, before starting to walk past her. The way he said it confused her. She couldn’t get a read on what he meant by that particular “Oh” and that was one of the most frustrating things about working with him. She was finding him almost impenetrable when it came to what he was thinking and that bothered her, especially when it came to people she worked with.
But damnit, it was only one word. She took a deep breath, because she didn’t want to fight with the man in his own home, and she could feel her frustration level rising just like it had done before every fight previously.
“Can I ask you something?” he said, turning to face her.
“If it’s work related, please don’t,” she replied simply, and Don blinked at her for a second, before responding.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to start a fight,” she replied.
“But you’ll start a fight with me while we’re at work?”
“Well, that’s different,” she stated simply.
“How so?”
“Because this is your home, and I’m just a guest here, albeit briefly, and I think it’s disrespectful to pick a fight with someone on their own turf.”
“Technically, the FBI building could be considered my turf,” he said, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest defiantly.
“Yes, well someone in that building has to call you down on being a stubborn, pompous ass, and I’m the only one who can do so without fear of losing my job.”
“So you’ll do it at work, in front of my co-workers and colleagues, but you won’t do it in front of my family?”
“Exactly,” she replied, “I at least have that much respect for you.”
“Have that much respect?” Don gaped, “You show me little to no respect in front of the people who work for me, and I have to see on a day to day basis. What kind of respect is that?”
Sofia took a deep breath, and tried to keep her head over that, and started backing towards the door, “I—I can’t—you know what, just tell Charlie to FedEx it to me or something. I’m gonna go.”
“Now, hold on a minute, we’re not done yet,” Don said as he followed her.
***
Alan came around the back of the garage, and found Charlie rifling through a stack of folders on his desk. He gave his son a confused look before speaking, “Who’s that in the house with your brother?”
“Detective Sofia Curtis. She works for Las Vegas homicide. She came out to help work on a case,” Charlie replied, before looking up, concerned, “Wait, both she and Don are inside.”
“Well, yes, I’m assuming,” Alan replied, “I haven’t actually been inside yet, I figured I’d wait till the yelling died down.”
“You should have seen the way they tore into each other at work, Dad,” Charlie laughed slightly, “I’ve never seen Don fight like that with a woman, ever.”
“Really?” Alan said, before looking back at his son, completely serious, “You know if she’s single?” Charlie laughed, and Alan continued, “Charlie, I’m dead serious.”
“Dad, I think she would murder him before she married him.”
“Relationships have been built on worse,” he countered, and Charlie just shook his head, before continuing.
“Well, she’s happily returning to Vegas, and as far as I know, never wants to see Don again, so no matter how single she is, I don’t think it would work.”
“Eh,” Alan shrugged, “Worth a shot.”
***
Sofia had finally ended the fight rather abruptly, by storming out of the house and muttering about how she couldn’t get out of LA fast enough. Charlie managed to catch her before she got into her car, and give her the file she need, and Don watched as they said their last goodbyes, confused at how much more relaxed, and happier she seemed when she was talking to Charlie as oppose to when she was talking to him.
He heard a noise coming in from the back, and figured that it must be his father. The door to the kitchen swung open, and Alan walked in like he was walking through a mine field. Don gave his father a look as Alan came cautiously back into the living room. “You alright, Dad?”
“I’m just—making sure the dust had settled,” Alan replied, settling into a chair with his newspaper.
“C’mon Dad,” Don shook his head, “Detective Curtis and I weren’t that bad.”
“Don, Charlie and I could hear you all the way out in the garage.”
“Really?”
Alan nodded the affirmative, and Don cringed, “Sorry. Didn’t realize we were that loud.”
“It’s alright,” Alan replied, “Guess she’s heading back to Vegas, huh?”
“Guess so,” Don replied, “She and I won’t be turning your house into a war zone anymore.”
Alan watched his son as he headed back into the kitchen, and knew that his son wasn’t exactly as thrilled with that prospect as he was making it seem. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were actually going to miss the woman.”
“What?” Don frowned, “Dad, c’mon, you heard the two of us. We’re almost out for blood.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” he said with an nod before heading back into the kitchen, “As I said, if I didn’t know any better, that’s what I’d think.”