Waiting in an empty room.

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TiTle: Waiting in an empty room.
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Ian/Charlie
Summary: You can't beat the math, Charlie.
Warnings: Mega heavy Angst, Character death, sudden tense change, OOC(?)
A.N.: So I just finished watching Addams Family Values (the summer camp one) and now I'm desperately wanting to read some Charlie/Abby Sciuto (NCIS). If anyone can point me towards some I'd love you until I forgot.

also I had a fantastic dream last night where Charlie, Abby, Zach Addy(Bones), Spencer Reid(Criminal Minds) and I were plotting to take over the world. Ian and Don were Charlie's bodygaurds.


You always joked about how we would never live to grow old, how our jobs were too dangerous but I loved you despite all that. It should have been me. Even your Voodoo math said it should have been me. But perhaps that is why you left me, to prove you could beat the math.

You can't beat the math, Charlie. I died that day as I held you in my arms, knowing I was to blame, knowing I could have blown his brains out over your shoulder and hesitating just long enough for him to stab you in the femoral artery.

As you lay there gasping out your last breath you told me not to blame myself, to live. But how could I when I'd just lost the only thing in my whole life that meant anything?

Char-lie Char-lie Char-lie. My heart beats in time to your name, pumping out fresh agony with every passing minute.

I know we wont be apart much longer, your voodoo math tells me that the chances are far higher now that I'll die and Charlie, the math is never wrong, only wrongly interpreted.

Ian slings his rifle bag over his shoulder and heads for the FBI building. He ignores the way the secretaries and even some of the other agents shrink back in fear. He hears them whispering about him behind his back, saying his eyes are cold, dead.

Old agents telling new agents about Charlie Eppes and how Ian Edgerton lost his warmth (and possibly his mind) the day Charlie died. Secretaries speculating on the kind of relationship the two might have had. And Charlie's brother's team, trying so hard to help Ian, whispering about how he takes chances he shouldn't, about how it's more or less Don's word and a prayer that's kept him from being kicked out of the FBI (and the unspoken fear of what he might do if turned loose in his less than mentally stable place).

Ian doesn't care. He goes to work does his job and goes home. He touches the photograph of Charlie on his nightstand and goes to bed, hoping he wont wake up in the morning.