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Numb3rs: Connect the dots 3/13 (Fanfiction)


Word Count: 28.450
Summary: While helping Don out with a case against the drug lord JM, Charlie gets hit by a car. When it’s becoming clear that the accident was in fact an attack, Don worries for Charlie’s life. A race against the clock begins, loyalties are questioned and Charlie has to fight his very own demons.
Pairing: Charlie/Amita (but only hints – canon pre-relationship)
Rating: PG
Spoiler: Sniper Zero, For better or worse
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv-show Numb3rs and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

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Chapter 2


Amita rubbed her eyes. “This is a nightmare,“ she said and Larry put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.“ But one could see the deep worry for his former student on his face.

Amita shook her head. “I know. It’s just …“ She didn’t want to say it. The last words she and Charlie had exchanged - private words - had been hurtful - for both of them. Both weren’t sure what they were feeling at the moment and that hurt.

It seemed silly to Amita to let one date dictate their relationship. On the other hand, they hadn’t been able to talk about anything other than work and that couldn’t be right ... and now, Charlie was lying in ICU and nothing was right anymore.

Larry tipped his head in question when Amita looked at him hesitantly and she sighed. “What about brain damage, Larry? I don’t want to think about it but …“ She hesitated.

Larry nodded in understanding. “You should think about it,“ he said sadly.

“Charlie’s brilliant. What if he … can’t even tie his shoe laces in the end? That would be …“ She got up and crossed her arms, walking towards the window to look down on the traffic. Rain was hitting against the glass.

“Charles is stubborn,“ Larry said behind her, “He’ll pull through.“

Amita sighed. “I hope so,“ she said.


When Don entered the neurological ward in the evening, Amita and Larry were heading towards the elevators.

“Hey!“ he said. Relieved, he noticed that both of them seemed to be calm. That meant that Charlie’s condition couldn’t have changed to the worse. Another positive point was the fact that the doctors had moved him from the ICU to the neurological ward.

Amita seemed exhausted, but she was smiling. “Hey!“ She looked back towards Charlie’s room before she crossed her arms. “He’s still sleeping. Your father’s with him. Larry and I are heading to CalSci – I’ll cover Charlie’s classes for the time being. Larry’s going to talk to the dean. Charlie was scheduled to represent CalSci on a convention next week and Larry was the one to recommend him. They’ll need to find someone new to go there.“

Don nodded. “Okay, good.“

Amita hesitated for a moment. “They still don’t know if he …“ She stopped, pressing a trembling hand on her lips. Don pulled her into his arms. He knew that the things between here and Charlie were difficult at the moment - although he couldn’t comprehend why since he’d had some really good relationships after a disastrous first date.

But he also knew that Amita meant a lot to Charlie and it was plain to see that she was reciprocating his feelings. As soon as Charlie felt better, he would take care that he and Amita tried a second date. She pressed her face to his shoulder and he felt her trembling.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll see.“ He gave a assuring smile to Larry over her head. The older man had crossed his arms and a hand was cupping his cheek, a typical gesture expressing his anxiety.

“Larry, the LAPD sent Charlie’s personal belongings to me this afternoon. I went through his backpack but most of his stuff doesn’t make any sense to me. I want to make sure that I don’t miss something that has to do with my case. Could you come by the FBI tomorrow?“

“Sure, Don. I have a class at ten, but I can come by after,“ Larry answered.

Amita wiped her eyes, pulling away from Don. “I could come, too. I have to take over Charlie’s office hours. I could come by after and we could drive to the hospital together.“

They smiled and Larry and Amita then headed for the elevator after a short farewell. Don sought out the right room and entered.

“Donnie,“ Alan said with a warm smile.

Don was infinitely relieved when Charlie turned his head and looked at him. A weak smile curled his lips. “Don,“ he said softly.

His voice was rough and weak, but he was awake and talking and that was everything Don wanted for now. “Hey, buddy!“ the agent smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, “You’re awake.“

“Woke up a few minutes ago,“ Alan answered.

Charlie nodded weakly. Then he frowned. “What are you doing here?“

Don smiled. “You want me to leave?“

Charlie shook his head no, grimacing when the movement was aggravating his headache. “You were here fast. Your work …“

“You were asleep the whole day, Charlie,“ Don answered with a serious expression, “And the case can wait. I’m not working on it alone. How are you feeling?“

“As if I was hit by a car,“ Charlie answered. Don tried a smile, but it seemed to be rather forced, because Charlie closed his eyes. “Sorry.“

“It’s okay,“ Don answered.

“I can’t remember the accident. I …“ Charlie stopped. Don smiled. Charlie seemed to be weak, but aware of his surroundings.

There was just one more question left unanswered. “Charlie, what’s the root of 3209?“

Charlie frowned. “What?“

Don tried not to let his unease show when Charlie hesitated. “Just tell me.“ He pulled out his cell to use the integrated calculator.

Charlie sighed. “56,64-“

“Alright,“ Don interrupted with a smile, nodding at Alan.

“Happy now?“ Charlie asked.

“You have no idea,“ Don answered.

Charlie smiled and closed his eyes. He looked tired all of a sudden. “Donnie,“ he muttered.

“Hm?“ Don’s forefinger stroked Charlie’s back of the hand.

“I’m glad you’re okay.“

Alan frowned in confusion and looked at Don who shook his head. He realized that Charlie had dropped off to sleep. “Yesterday, there was a raid. We didn’t talk after and … he was worried.“

Alan nodded in understanding.

“So … no brain damage?“ Don asked.

Alan shook his head. “They’re doing some tests tomorrow, but … I think it looks good.“

Don smiled. “Great.“


He leant back in his armchair, staring at the blind tv screen. A LAPD file was lying in front of him on the coffee table. The phone in his hand seemed to be heavier than it actually was. Like always when he had to tell bad news. “He’s alive,“ he said.

JM let out an irritated sound. “What’s so hard in hitting someone with a car, huh?“

He swallowed, nodding. “I’m sorry.“

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t help me,“ JM answered.

“I’ll try to kill him this evening,“ he said.

“No,“ JM answered, “Just let him be for the moment. It has to look like an accident. I hope, you managed to hurt him.“

“He’s hurt pretty bad.“

“Will he be able to work?“

“Not at the moment.“

“And your position in Eppes’ team is secure?“

He hesitated.

“Answer me,“ JM hissed and he flinched.

“Sure. Nobody suspects a thing. They’re still convinced that the dirty cops are to be found only in the LAPD.“

“Good,“ JM answered, “keep an eye on the professor. As soon as he can so much as add two and two, I want to know. Until then, you’re keeping your head down. It’ll be easier to get to him when everybody thinks that this was an accident.“

“Did you get the calculations the professor did?“

“Yes. We’re not using those rest areas at the moment.“

“So he was right?“ That surprised him. He hadn’t believed that Eppes’ little brother would be of help.

That he was right with the rest areas JM was using as market places meant that Eppes’ team had been right.

JM was silent for a moment. “Focus on your job.“ He hung up.

Chapter 4
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