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Numb3rs: Connect the dots 6/13 (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 5


“Hey, Amita!“ Don said when he entered the conference room with a file in his hand.

She turned away from the whiteboard to smile at him. “Hey!“

“Do me a favour?“

She nodded.

“Calculate those rest areas, starting from scratch.“

Amita frowned. Don was more serious than the day before. Since Charlie felt a little better - except for the amnesia -, it couldn’t be because of him. Amita noticed how tense the agent seemed to be.

“What? But the calculations are correct.“

Don raised a hand and she stopped.

“Just do it and add a new variable when you’re at it – let’s say somebody knew which rest areas we were going to put surveillance on.“

Amita pushed the cap on the pen, walking towards Don who was leaning against the conference table.

“You’re searching for dirty cops, but nobody from the LAPD could have known that you were going to observe those rest areas.“

“Yeah, I’m still working on that part,“ Don answered.

“You think it could have been someone from the FBI.“

Don shrugged. “I don’t know.“

“Any suspects?“ Amita asked.

Don pulled a face. “It’s too early to say something,“ he said.

“You think it was someone from the team,“ Amita deduced.

Don crossed his arms. “Not my team, that’s for sure.“ He sighed. “Just do it and pretend that JM knows where we’re searching for him.“

Amita nodded, stepping to the whiteboard to erase her equations.

“And do me another favour, don’t tell anyone.“

“You got it,“ Amita answered, “Should I work somewhere else?“

Don shook his head, smiling. “Nobody gets what you are doing with those equations. It shouldn’t be a problem for you to work here.“ He handed her the file. “The file you asked for.“

A little hesitantly, Amita reached for the folder and opened it. Her eyes caught on the protocol and she leafed through the LAPD’s records before she came upon the photos. Charlie’s bicycle was destroyed. Only a bent mess of metal. She swallowed, closing the file.

“I don’t know what you and Larry are looking for,“ Don said.

Amita looked up to him. “We want to check something,“ she said.

“What?“ Don asked.

Amita bit her lower lip, pressing the file against her chest. She didn’t want to tell him about the suspicion she and Larry had - that the accident maybe hadn’t been one. Don was always a little too worried about Charlie and she didn’t want to upset him without reason. Not until she had proof.

“Amita, Charlie’s my brother. Tell me.“

She sighed in defeat. “We’re not sure if the accident was an accident.“

Don’s eyes widened in shock. “What?“

“It could have been an attack.“

“An attack?“, Don echoed, “Somebody hit Charlie with a car intentionally?“

“We don’t know. We want to check.“

“Okay,“ Don said, “Then do it now.“

“What about the rest areas?“

“If someone is after Charlie, I want to know. As fast as possible,“ Don answered.

“Okay. I’ll head over to CalSci and get Larry started on that accident analysis. I can finish the calculations for the rest areas.“

“Whatever,“ Don answered, heading for the door, “I want you to tell me if he could still be in danger. Without proof, I can’t put an agent on him. Find something.“


Larry reached for the phone on his desk and hesitated. Then he shook his head, starting to look for the memo pad in which he kept his contacts. He put the phone back on its cradle to root with both hands on his desk. Documents fell to the ground and Larry’s eyes caught something red before it was buried by two large books. He knelt down and picked up the block with the red cover. He found the list and sat down on his chair again before he dialled. The phone rang only two times, before it was answered. “Sinclair?“

Larry had always liked David. He was much calmer than Colby. He didn’t want to call Megan. He was afraid that he would be unable to utter a single sentence when he was talking to the pretty agent. And he couldn’t call Don. It would only make Charles’ brother nervous to hear his request.

“Agent Sinclair, this is Larry Fleinhardt … Charles’ colleague.“

“I know. Hey, Doc, what’s up?“ Larry liked the way David was treating civilian consultants. If he was sceptical, he hardly showed it. He enquired, trying to understand.

“I was hoping that you could do me a favour,“ Larry said.

“Sure, if I can. What is it you need?“

“Recordings of a radar speed check.“

“To investigate the accident?“ David asked.

“Correct,“ Larry answered, “I need the recordings of the street where the accident happened.“

“Doc, the camera has been checked. There is no photo of the car.“

“No?“ Larry asked, frowning. He reached for a pencil and started to scribble formulas on the next best piece of paper he could find.

“No. After accidents like this one, the radar cameras are checked to see if there’s a photo of the car. But that night, no one in the vicinity was speeding. It’s in the report. Don told me.“

“Hm,“ Larry answered.

“Is there something else, Doc?“

“No,“ Larry answered. There was a knock at his door and he looked up. Karen Walker, one of his female students, was there. He raised a hand and she nodded.

“No, I have everything I need.“ He hung up. “Miss Walker,“ Larry said, getting up, “would you care to help me with an experiment?“

She seemed to be confused. “I’m here for my test.“

“We can talk about that on the way.“

She shrugged. “Uh … okay.“


Don’s cell rang when he got out of his car. He stopped next to it, took off his sunglasses and watched the people who entered and left the hospital while he was answering. “Eppes?“

“Hey, Don, this is Amita.“

“Hey!“ he answered, “Is it about the accident?“ He squinted into the sun, enjoying the warmth that had returned to LA after the last few days of rain.

“No. We’re still working on that. I calculated the rest areas you wanted. I wasn’t sure if I should call the office or-“

“It’s alright,“ Don answered.

“Okay, assuming JM knows that you are watching his usual market places, he’ll use one of the rest areas at Fairland Drive.“

“Fairland Drive,“ Don repeated.

“I’ll send you the rest via e-mail, but I’m sure it’s one at Fairland Drive – she’s listed as number four.“

“Okay, thanks,“ Don answered, “I’m about to see Charlie. Should I tell him something?“

Amita was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know,“ she said hesitantly.

“I could tell him when you’ll be visiting him.“

“I don’t know if I should see him,“ Amita said.

Don frowned in confusion. “What? Why?“

“He doesn’t even know me,“ Amita answered. Don leant against his car, rubbing his forehead. He didn’t know what to say to that. Amita sighed. “Listen, I … I’ll come see him. I’m just …“ She stopped.

“You should come. Amita, I’m not happy about the situation, either. The last thing he knows of me is me being unable to be alone with him for more than half an hour. He needs help.“

“I know,“ Amita answered, “I’ll come by later.“

“Okay,“ Don answered.

“Okay.“ She hung up. Don shook his head and dialled David’s number to send him and Colby to Fairland Drive.


His father was no longer there when Charlie woke up, and in his place, Don was sitting in the chair next to the bed, reading the newspaper. His brother seemed tired and tense. Charlie had never liked this vibe coming from Don. He was reminded of his injuries when he reached for the cup with water on his bedside table and he moaned softly. Don looked up from the newspaper. “Hey, buddy!“ he said. He put the newspaper down and handed him the cup. “How are you feeling?“

Charlie took a few sips of water to get lost of the dry feeling in his mouth. “I’m tired and nauseous because of the pain meds and moving hurts.“ He threw Don a weak smile. “Confused.“

Don nodded in understanding. “You’ll get through it. Don’t worry.“

“Where’s dad?“

“Grabbing a bite.“

“He shouldn’t be here 24/7. He has to go to work.“

“Charlie …“ Don rubbed his forehead. Charlie suspected what he wanted to say.

“He’s retired, right?“

“He’s working on his own schedule,“ Don answered. Charlie sighed, a thoughtful expression entering his eyes. Don lifted a plastic bag onto the bed. “Brought you something.“

Charlie smiled happily. “Presents?“

“Not really. Something to help you pass the time.“

Charlie checked out the bag’s contents, before he looked up at Don. “Chess?“

Don nodded. “Chess and some magazines.“

“Thanks,“ Charlie answered. “Could you …“ He stopped, shaking his head.

“What?“ Don asked, “Tell me.“

“Dad told me that I have a laptop.“ Charlie smiled uncertainly. “That’s weird, since I … never had one. Well … as far as I remember.“

Don forced a smile.

“Could you bring it here? Only if you want to, of course. I just thought that I could go through my current work. Maybe that’ll help me remember.“

Don shook his head. “Your laptop’s a piece of evidence, Charlie.“

His younger bother frowned. “My laptop’s … my laptop?“

Don nodded.

“Because of the accident?“

“For me. For my case,“ Don answered.

“My laptop … for your case?“ Charlie sighed. “You aren’t in FR anymore, are you?“

“No,“ Don answered, “that was a long time ago.“ He pulled the chair closer to the bed, propping his arms on the mattress. “I’m having my own team here in LA. And you’re working for me,“ he said. Then he shrugged. “Well, sometimes. Whenever we need your expertise.“

Charlie couldn’t avoid an enthusiastic smile. Sometimes, he helped the CIA or the NSA but he liked the fact that he was working together with his brother even more. “Sounds great.“

Don returned the smile. “It is.“ He grew serious. “We’re after that drug lord for months now - JM. You wanted to make a link analysis to find dirty cops in the LAPD. We know that JM’s bribing some of them. But we don’t know who.“


“But it’s difficult and you didn’t have a lead, yet. Well, we asked for your help just last week. And you already fond the market places JM uses to sell his drugs to his dealers.“

“Statistics and Brute Force analysis,“ Charlie guessed and Don nodded.

“With a smatter of risk analysis,“ he added.

“How did that work out?“

Don shrugged. “Not the way we wanted.“

“Oh,“ Charlie said, clearly disappointed.

“But don’t you worry about that,“ Don answered hurriedly, “We’ll get JM. You should just rest.“

Charlie shook his head. “I can’t think straight, either way.“

“I can’t imagine that,“ Don grinned.

“Concussion,“ Charlie explained. He yawned. “And I’m constantly exhausted.“

“Then get some sleep.“ Don messed with Charlie’s hair, until his brother turned his head away.

“Get well soon.“ He sighed, watching Charlie drift off.

“Bro,“ he said softly and Charlie raised his eyebrows to show him that he was listening, “no matter what you’ll remember … the two of us – we’re okay. Promise.“

Chapter 7
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