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. Okay, when I wasn’t looking a plot slipped by me and entrenched itself into my story. Yet another series that is much longer than it was supposed to be.
Colby watched, frustrated, as first David, then Don and now Megan failed to get anything from the monster in the interrogation room. Granted the guy was good –at being bad, but coming across as lily white. If Colby hadn’t smelled him around the recovered slave girls and the deceased slave boys, he would have doubted the fake money trail that Oz –and then Charlie- had followed. Thankfully, Don trusted his brother’s math more than he trusted Colby’s instincts. If only the girls weren’t too scared to talk to a sketch artist.
Don paced away from the one-way mirror and ran his hands through his hair. “Look at him,” Don said. “He knows all the tricks. Most people just talking to him would have no clue that he’s a slave trader. He comes across as so respectable
. He’s flirting with her. He isn’t even worried enough to keep his lawyer in the same room as us.”
They listened for a moment as the monster spoke. “Agent Reeves,” he smiled. “I’m sure all this mess will be cleaned up soon, but it’ll be worth it if you’d have dinner with me.”
Megan stared in disbelief. “Would I end up being sold to the highest bidder out of the country?”
The monster laughed
. Megan shook her head and walked out.
Colby watched as the monster sat unconcerned. “Let me try,” he finally offered.
Don shook his head. “It’s not worth it. You do good connecting to anyone who’s spent time in the military, but you haven’t had time to fine-tune any interrogation methods.”
“You’ve all tried and got no where. What can it hurt? ‘Sides, a friend of mine bet that a trick he’s been teaching me would work. We have nothing to lose.”
Don threw up his hands. “Fine. Go ahead.”
Colby picked up the file of math stuff that he’d never understand and walked into the interrogation room. He tossed the file on the table and took a seat across from the monster that just happened to be human.
“If I must stay here,” said the unconcerned man sans
a lawyer, “Please send back Agent Reeves. I’d at least enjoy the scenery.”
Colby ignored him. Oz said that this would work. Oz said that this was only slightly different from exerting dominance physically, like tackling an escaping felon or winning a fight in only one move against rapist high school wrestling captain. He stared at his hands and sent a tiny tendril of thought to the beast within. The beast answered. It had felt Colby’s rage at the young not-prey that had been harmed. The beast lent a little power.
Colby raised his eyes to the monster, watched as the monster realized that something very bad was about to happen, and smiled.
Through the one-way mirror he heard Megan speaking. “What is Colby doing in there? Wait! Did you see that wince? Colby just got through.”
The positive reinforcement was nice. “You need quite a crew to scout talent and to kidnap. I bet that several of your legal staff does double duty. But I doubt that you pay them enough for them to take the fall for you.”
“I want my lawyer back here now,” the monster said.
Colby shrugged and exited the room. They had a new lead to follow. In the bullpen, there was already a flurry of activity and information as they tried to match employees with children kidnapped. Megan smiled at him. “Very good job, Colby. You’re learning more and more.”
All in all, Colby much preferred chasing down and stomping wanna-be big bads, so did the wolf inside. They would leave the subtle dominance struggles to the humans.