Distribution: The Nook, TtH
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, no money made, no characters created.
Spoilers: NUMB3RS season 3, Season 7 of BtVS
Summary: The trials of being a werewolf in the FBI.
Since being released from Child Services, the werewolf child had refused to let Colby set him down. The girls were just as anxiously holding on to his belt loops. Which made things interesting after all the paperwork had been signed and Colby had been given permission to take the three kids home. The cover story was that these three kids needed further investigation, the real reason was that Don couldn’t stand to see the kids fighting the social workers to the point of needing to be drugged into submission. Also, Megan was concerned that the kids would be abused in the System. A translator had been blatantly ignored by all three kids several times. They wouldn’t listen to a word he said, even if he was directly translating on Colby’s behalf.
But since the kids wouldn’t let themselves be strapped in any vehicle for enough time for Colby to climb into the driver’s seat and Colby couldn’t explain that they need to stay put, Colby was forced to ask for a ride home. David Sinclair cheerfully volunteered. The FBI needed someone to say that the kids were being taken care of, protected and that Colby’s roommate didn’t mind.
So Colby climbed into the backseat of the SUV and strapped himself in. Only then would the kids allow themselves to be seatbelted beside him. The girls strapped themselves into one seatbelt next to Wu. It was too much for Colby, he waved for David to take them home despite the stretching of the seatbelt laws.
One the way, Colby wondered if he should have texted Oz to give the man fair warning. He wasn’t worried that Oz would react in such a way that David would suggest taking the kids back to HQ, he just…
Too late now. They were home. Yin, Yang and Wu watched Colby unbuckle and unbuckled themselves. They found their normal places to hang on Colby before he was even standing straight outside of the vehicle. David was still smirking as he led the entourage up the stairs to the third floor. Colby tried to juggle his keys without accidentally hitting any of the kids when Oz opened the door to the apartment.
Oz’s gaze traveled over Colby, David and then the kids. His lips quirked in a half-smile. “Productive day?” he teased.
David relaxed, Colby relaxed and then the kids relaxed. Thank goodness Oz was Oz.