reccea + colby.granger   9

All the Best Dates
“It's not cheating. 'Bring your best and represent.' It's 21st century L.A, man. Anything goes.”
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
october 2009 by reccea
Enough
"So, how many beers have I had, again?" Colby muttered into David's neck as his hand slid into David's pants.
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
may 2009 by reccea
Thugs
Everyone's got their breaking point, With me it's spiders, With you it's me.
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
may 2009 by reccea
Cookies for Colby
Colby was out in the parking lot by the time he remembered that Charlie still lived with his dad. His and Don's dad: in the house where Colby's CO--Colby's boss--had grown up. So this wasn't going to be weird at all.
Numb3rs  Colby.Granger  Alan.Eppes  Charlie.Eppes 
may 2009 by reccea
Hair
"Hair," David repeated, running one hand over Colby's. It was short-clipped and dirty blond (unsat, Colby had told him with weirdly defiant satisfaction, meaning it wouldn't pass an Army inspection, but he still freaked out if he didn't get a haircut every sixteen to twenty days--and David couldn't really argue when he was shaving his own head every two or three).
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
may 2009 by reccea
Maybe Sprout Wings
He put on his best dumb-farmboy face, one David had seen him whip out on the job a few times. It was scarily good. "I dunno what happened, Sarge, it must've been my guardian angel."
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
may 2009 by reccea
Before This
He didn't know that one day you could look at the person sitting next to you, the person who'd been there all along, through bad times and good, and suddenly realise that there was nowhere else you wanted to be, no one else you wanted to be with.
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
may 2009 by reccea
Tabasco and Morning Breath
“You’re damn right. And quit,” David slapped Colby’s hand, “stealing my food.”
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
may 2009 by reccea
Twenty Minutes
"Twenty minutes," Don said, his voice hard. "Off the record, David. Give me your gun and your badge. You can't walk in there representing the United States Government."
Numb3rs  David/Colby  David.Sinclair  Colby.Granger 
may 2009 by reccea

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