Title: May the Best Person Win
Characters: Colby Granger/Christina Finn
10_random Prompt: 04. Spotlight
fic_variations Prompt: magic (#1)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Colby and Christina try to reach an agreement.
Author's Note: Short little blurb. But this was fun.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Numb3rs or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Do we really have to sit through this?” Colby sighed, whining slightly as he settled into the uncomfortable theater seats.
“Yes,” Christina sighed, sitting down in the seat next to him. “We can’t talk to the guy until after the show is over, so we might as well just sit here and enjoy it.”
He grumbled a bit after that, before crossing his arms in front of his chest, “I hate magic shows.”
He shrugged. “I could always tell how they did it.”
“Well, that’s no fun,” she sighed, wrinkling her nose slightly.
“So can I skip this, and come back later?” He started to get up, and walk away when he caught the look she was giving him.
“Sit back down and watch the show.”
Colby sighed heavily, before settling back down in his seat. Christina rubbed his shoulder lightly, before giving him a smile. “Think of it as a chance for us to get to know each other better.”
He turned to her with a grin, “You looking forward to getting to know me better, Miss Finn?”
“Let’s just say I’m not objecting to it,” she said with a smirk, before turning back to face the stage for a while.
“Well—we already know where each other is from, what they do,” he sighed, settling down in the seat, and lacing his fingers behind his head. “What more is there to know?”
“Lots of things,” Christina nodded. “I mean, for all I know, you think I’m a hick from Wisconsin—which, I’m not.”
“I know you’re not. And if anyone should be thinking hick, it should be you. I’m from Idaho.”
“So I win.”
“Ah,” she nodded, trying not to laugh. “I see.”
He grinned back at her, before looking back towards the stage as the spotlight started spinning around on the stage and he closed his eyes. “The damn thing makes me dizzy.”
“Are you going to complain the entire show?” she asked, giving him a look.
“Maybe,” he replied, returning the look.
“Is there a way I can get you to stop?” she asked. “Other than skipping the show?”
He sighed for a minute, thinking, “Buy me dinner?”
“So what, you’re annoying me into going on a date with you?”
“No—I want you to buy me dinner.” She gave him a look. “And if you want it to be in the context of a date, that’s completely up to you.”
“So—dinner?” he said, and she chewed her lip for a minute. “Dinner and I stop complaining.”
“A very tempting offer,” she nodded. “But you’re going to have to try a bit harder than that.”
The lights went down in the room, and he sighed as he turned back to the stage. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
“Oh, believe me,” she smirked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I know. And I’m more stubborn than you think.”
“Well then,” he said, returning the smirk and holding his hand out to her. “May the best person win.”
She grinned back at him before shaking his hand, “May the best person win.”