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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-07 11:56 pm
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Five Loves of Don Eppes
Fandom: Numb3rs with crossovers with CSI, CSI:NY, and House MD.
Title: Five Loves of Don Eppes
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Eppes/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five pairings that could happen.
Author's Note: Written formyherodrowning in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I liked some of the ones in this one quite a bit. This one was fun to write too.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD, CSI, CSI:NY or Numb3rs. They are owned by CBS or Fox.
Megan Reeves
“You gotta quit doin’ this, Eppes,” Megan teased him as she sat on the edge of his hospital bed. Sonuva bitch had caught him with a round to the shoulder, and he shook his head before responding.
“If I remember carefully, Reeves, this is usually the other way around,” he replied, before leaning back against the pillows of the bed.
“Maybe,” Megan shrugged, “But you’re the one who’s sticking yourself in life-and-death situations all the time.”
“It just happens that more often than not yours end badly?” he said, and she shrugged.
“Maybe it’s something like that.”
“Yeah, something like that,” he nodded, before noticing how her hand slipped forward into his.
“Gotta stop doing that, Don,” she whispered, the look on her face suddenly very sober, “Gonna give your father a heart attack.” He could tell from her words that it was more than just her father who was worried to death.
“I know,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze, “I’ll work on that.”
“You’d better,” Megan replied, a small smile starting to crawl up the side of her face, “I’d hate to have to ground you.”
***
Liz Warner
Don spotted Liz standing in the breakroom, and slowly made his way over to where she was standing. He watched her as she fixed her coffee for a second, before leaning forward and fixing himself a cup of his own. He felt Liz’s eyes wander to him before she actually spoke to him.
“Agent Eppes.”
“Agent Warner,” he smirked, “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you,” she replied, “It’s been a while.”
“Yes it has,” he nodded, “I take it the Tabakian case has been wrapped up.”
“Yep,” Liz nodded, “He’s testified and paid his debt to the court and is back in jail when he belongs.”
“Good riddance,” Don said.
“Amen to that,” she sighed. He hesitated for a second, the grin growing on his face. “Do I want to know what you’re thinking about, Eppes?” she sighed, knowing she should have known better.
“I was wondering if you remembered that rain check.”
***
Sofia Curtis
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.
***
Kaile Maka
“With all do respect, Agent Eppes,” Maka sighed, leaning over his desk as she spoke, “I know this guy. I collared him in New York. I know this guy. I’m telling you, this isn’t his MO.”
“With all do respect, Detective Maka,” Don replied, staring right back at the woman in front of him, “You know as well as I do that the evidence is hard to misinterpret.”
“But Agent Eppes—” she began, and he cut her off.
“Detective, do you have any evidence that exonerates him from this crime?” Don said, and he watched as she weakly collapsed into the chair in front of his desk.
“No, I don’t,” she sighed, shaking her head, “Look, I know this kid. I know him. He’s a misdemeanor crimes kinda kid, not a murderer.”
“This is felony murder,” Don stated, but he could already see the conviction in her eyes, “Maybe he escalated.”
“I would stake my badge on the fact that it wasn’t this kid, Don,” Maka replied, giving him a pleading look.
“Then find me something that tells me he didn’t do it.”
***
Lisa Cuddy
The second House was out the door, she suddenly looked a lot more defeated. “I thought you said this guy was away for life.”
“He was,” Don replied, “But unfortunately the court can’t guarantee the locks on the gates in prison yards.”
She collapsed slightly, leaning against the desk behind her, “I can’t just disappear for a little while, Don. I’m not a scared kid in med school, I’m a dean of medicine at a hospital. I have—responsibilities, I have—”
“I know, I know,” Don replied, walking towards her and pulling her too him, “Look, as far as we know, he has no idea where you are. And I’m not leaving until this guy is back where he belongs. We won’t move you unless absolutely necessary, alright?”
“Alright,” she nodded, looking down at her feet. Don slipped a hand under her chin and got her to look up at him.
“Hey,” he gave her a smile, “Everything’s gonna be fine. Trust me.”
She gave him a nod, “I know, and I do. I do.” She pulled back from him slightly and gave him a wider smile. “You know you haven’t changed a bit.”
He laughed, “Neither have you, Lise. Neither have you.”
Title: Five Loves of Don Eppes
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Eppes/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five pairings that could happen.
Author's Note: Written for
myherodrowning in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I liked some of the ones in this one quite a bit. This one was fun to write too.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD, CSI, CSI:NY or Numb3rs. They are owned by CBS or Fox.
Megan Reeves
“You gotta quit doin’ this, Eppes,” Megan teased him as she sat on the edge of his hospital bed. Sonuva bitch had caught him with a round to the shoulder, and he shook his head before responding.
“If I remember carefully, Reeves, this is usually the other way around,” he replied, before leaning back against the pillows of the bed.
“Maybe,” Megan shrugged, “But you’re the one who’s sticking yourself in life-and-death situations all the time.”
“It just happens that more often than not yours end badly?” he said, and she shrugged.
“Maybe it’s something like that.”
“Yeah, something like that,” he nodded, before noticing how her hand slipped forward into his.
“Gotta stop doing that, Don,” she whispered, the look on her face suddenly very sober, “Gonna give your father a heart attack.” He could tell from her words that it was more than just her father who was worried to death.
“I know,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze, “I’ll work on that.”
“You’d better,” Megan replied, a small smile starting to crawl up the side of her face, “I’d hate to have to ground you.”
***
Liz Warner
Don spotted Liz standing in the breakroom, and slowly made his way over to where she was standing. He watched her as she fixed her coffee for a second, before leaning forward and fixing himself a cup of his own. He felt Liz’s eyes wander to him before she actually spoke to him.
“Agent Eppes.”
“Agent Warner,” he smirked, “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you,” she replied, “It’s been a while.”
“Yes it has,” he nodded, “I take it the Tabakian case has been wrapped up.”
“Yep,” Liz nodded, “He’s testified and paid his debt to the court and is back in jail when he belongs.”
“Good riddance,” Don said.
“Amen to that,” she sighed. He hesitated for a second, the grin growing on his face. “Do I want to know what you’re thinking about, Eppes?” she sighed, knowing she should have known better.
“I was wondering if you remembered that rain check.”
***
Sofia Curtis
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.
***
Kaile Maka
“With all do respect, Agent Eppes,” Maka sighed, leaning over his desk as she spoke, “I know this guy. I collared him in New York. I know this guy. I’m telling you, this isn’t his MO.”
“With all do respect, Detective Maka,” Don replied, staring right back at the woman in front of him, “You know as well as I do that the evidence is hard to misinterpret.”
“But Agent Eppes—” she began, and he cut her off.
“Detective, do you have any evidence that exonerates him from this crime?” Don said, and he watched as she weakly collapsed into the chair in front of his desk.
“No, I don’t,” she sighed, shaking her head, “Look, I know this kid. I know him. He’s a misdemeanor crimes kinda kid, not a murderer.”
“This is felony murder,” Don stated, but he could already see the conviction in her eyes, “Maybe he escalated.”
“I would stake my badge on the fact that it wasn’t this kid, Don,” Maka replied, giving him a pleading look.
“Then find me something that tells me he didn’t do it.”
***
Lisa Cuddy
The second House was out the door, she suddenly looked a lot more defeated. “I thought you said this guy was away for life.”
“He was,” Don replied, “But unfortunately the court can’t guarantee the locks on the gates in prison yards.”
She collapsed slightly, leaning against the desk behind her, “I can’t just disappear for a little while, Don. I’m not a scared kid in med school, I’m a dean of medicine at a hospital. I have—responsibilities, I have—”
“I know, I know,” Don replied, walking towards her and pulling her too him, “Look, as far as we know, he has no idea where you are. And I’m not leaving until this guy is back where he belongs. We won’t move you unless absolutely necessary, alright?”
“Alright,” she nodded, looking down at her feet. Don slipped a hand under her chin and got her to look up at him.
“Hey,” he gave her a smile, “Everything’s gonna be fine. Trust me.”
She gave him a nod, “I know, and I do. I do.” She pulled back from him slightly and gave him a wider smile. “You know you haven’t changed a bit.”
He laughed, “Neither have you, Lise. Neither have you.”