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browngirlRubber Hose Cryptanalysis (NUMB3RS drabble, PG)
Title: Rubber Hose Cryptanalysis
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers, dark humor.
Author'sNoteQuestion: Why do I most often write 100 words when writing gen?
Acknowledgements: My boyfriend, for informing me of the titular concept. Yes, I did actually ask him what it meant.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"All right, what've you got for me?" Don swings a chair around and sits.
Head tilted down, Charlie looks up unsmiling. "I'm sorry, Don. I've tried several different approaches, and nothing works." He gestures in frustration towards the crowded whiteboards. "The only suggestion I currently have is rubber hose cryptanalysis."
"Huh." Don leans back, watching his agitated brother. "What's that?"
Charlie smiles wryly. "When you beat the subject with a blunt object until he surrenders the necessary information."
Don stares at Charlie, who shrugs and drops his eyes, and sighs. "Buddy," he says ruefully, patting his brother's shoulder, "you've been doing this too long."
Title: Rubber Hose Cryptanalysis
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers, dark humor.
Author's
Acknowledgements: My boyfriend, for informing me of the titular concept. Yes, I did actually ask him what it meant.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"All right, what've you got for me?" Don swings a chair around and sits.
Head tilted down, Charlie looks up unsmiling. "I'm sorry, Don. I've tried several different approaches, and nothing works." He gestures in frustration towards the crowded whiteboards. "The only suggestion I currently have is rubber hose cryptanalysis."
"Huh." Don leans back, watching his agitated brother. "What's that?"
Charlie smiles wryly. "When you beat the subject with a blunt object until he surrenders the necessary information."
Don stares at Charlie, who shrugs and drops his eyes, and sighs. "Buddy," he says ruefully, patting his brother's shoulder, "you've been doing this too long."
