Take a Long Line, by Derry (PG13)

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Fandom: NUMB3RS
Characters: Don, Charlie, Sam, Dean
Length: Medium
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Derry at the CalSci Library
Why this must be read:

Imagine by-the-numbers realist Don up against Supernatural's Sam and Dean Winchester. The FBI has a huge file on the Winchesters. When Dean brazenly walks into a Federal Building it looks like an open and shut case, but maybe Charlie can show him a different way to interpret the numbers.

Derry does a great job of intergrating Supernatural into the Numb3rs universe. It's a collision that sets off fireworks.

Take a short look:

"You know nothing about my family."

Still trying to keep up the momentum, Don opens his mouth to list details, but Winchester cuts him off.

"Oh, yeah, you've read a file. Believed every word of it too, I'll bet, but you don't know a single goddam thing."

"I know that you've left a trail of death and mutilation in your wake. Somehow wherever you go, every horror imaginable follows. I know the casualties include your brother's girlfriend in Palo Alto, his college friend in St Louis, your accomplice in Milwaukee."

"Hey! Your side killed Ronald. No way that's down to me!" And it sounds like this wiseass psychopath is actually insulted by the accusation.

"But you never looked back, did you? What's one more death, after all? You just continue on your merry little tour of destruction and mayhem. Seems the only one safe from you is that brother of yours." And now Don throws in a carefully calculated shrug of his own. "But maybe not even him, huh?"

For a second, Winchester looks as though he's about to leap across the table and wrap his hands around Don's throat, but instead, he takes a deep breath and again speaks in distinct, deliberate words.

"You know nothing about me. You know nothing about Sam. And for all your files and FBI databases and whatever other shit you've got there, you don't know anything about what's really going on out there in the world, Agent Mulder." He flicks a hand dismissively at the file on the table. "You think that's me? That's my life? That's just some fairytale you and your buddies have cooked up. Made the story up to suit yourselves and never asked whether it's true or not. And you never will. Of course not. It's an FBI file, like it's gospel or something. Hey, who needs the actual truth when you've got a file to believe?"

Take a Long Line