Elisabeth (dragonydreams) wrote,

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Fic: Magic in Numbers 5/12 (Willow/Charlie - Numb3rs x-over) PG-13

Title: Magic in Numbers
Author: Elisabeth
Email: dragonydreams@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.dragonydreams.com
Rating: PG-13
Fandom(s): BtVS/Numb3rs
Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Charlie Eppes
Summary: The FBI is called in when teenaged girls go missing, who just happen to be new slayers.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al. and Scott Free.
Distribution: slayerversathon, my LJ, my site, TtH, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.

Author's Note 1: Thanks to angelskuuipo, emeraldswan and kallie_kat for all of your help and handholding.

Author's Note - BtVS: Okay, so in order to make this story work, I had to play around with storylines a bit since this takes place Post-Chosen, in LA. Basically, Angel didn't take over Wolfram & Hart, he killed Connor and Cordelia died in her coma. The rest comes out in the story.

Author's Note - Numb3rs: Takes place mid-season 2, after 'Mind Games' but before 'All's Fair'.

Start with Chapter 1

Chapter 5

Charlie pulled Don into the hallway. "Why don't you let me try talking with Willow alone," he suggested.

"What, you think she'll open up to you because she's a fan?" Don asked.

"Fan? What? Me, no," Charlie answered, clearly flustered by that idea.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice how she was practically bouncing at meeting you," Don teased his brother. He constantly marveled at how oblivious Charlie was to women.

"Only on an intellectual level," Charlie insisted. "But do you think that will help?"

"Her clear infatuation with you? I don't see why not," Don said. "Who knows, maybe you'll even get lucky."

"Don't be absurd," Charlie protested. "Not only would it be unethical, it would be..."

"C'mon Charlie, when's the last time you got laid?"

Charlie crossed his arms over his chest, defensively. "That's none of your business."

Don chuckled. "Let's see how that answer changes after this investigation. Alright, go charm the pants off her," he said with a wink.

Charlie paced for a minute outside the interrogation room before successfully putting aside Don's wild notions and returning to speak with Willow.

"Willow, would you like to join me for dinner?" he asked her.

Willow glanced at Lindsey. "We're done here? They're letting me go?"

"Well, technically, you're not under arrest. And I'm not an FBI agent, so there's no real reason why we can't have a meal together."

"Are you planning on discussing the case?" Lindsey asked.

"Perhaps. I'm not trying to trick you into giving anything away. I promise," Charlie said.

"Willow, I don't think this is a good idea," Lindsey said.

"I'm a big girl, Lindsey. I think that I can decide whether or not I want to have dinner with someone." Turning back to Charlie, she said, "Which I'd love to do."

"Excellent. I-I'll just grab my briefcase and we can head out," he said.

"Willow..." Lindsey started, once Charlie had left the room.

"I know, I know," Willow cut him off. "I'll be careful. But c'mon Lindsey, he's Charlie Eppes. Charlie Eppes asked me out for dinner. Did you really expect me to say no?"

"Frankly, I'd never heard of him before. And since when did you swing that way?" he teased.

"Swing? There's no swinging. I mean, yes, he's attractive in a scholarly, drool-worthy way, but that doesn't mean that there's been swinging over here."

"Really? And when's the last time you went out on a date with a woman?" Lindsey asked.

"You know that I haven't dated anyone since Kennedy and I broke up before she left for Brazil," Willow said.

"Well, you certainly picked a cute one to switch sides for," Lindsey commented.

"Careful, or I'll tell Angel you were checking out the guys at the FBI," Willow said.

"You wouldn't," Lindsey challenged her.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Willow rebutted, laughing.

"Are you ready?" Charlie asked, returning to the room.

"Yes. Do you mind if we go get my car first? I wasn't allowed to drive it here," Willow said.

"No problem. Except that I don't have a car," Charlie said.

"Lindsey? Mind dropping us off at my car? It's at the Bennetts'."

"Sure, why not?" he agreed.

Continued... Chapter 6
Tags: btvs/numb3rs, fic:magic in numbers, willow/charlie

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