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Numb3rs: Connect the dots 8/13 (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.

Connect The Dots Masterlist
Chapter 7


Freddy and the other man had disappeared into a house in the suburb. The area was neat and unobtrusive. Colby wondered whom the house belonged to because they’d already searched all the places Freddy could have hidden at weeks ago.

“Looks peaceful,“ David said, watching the neighbourhood.

“Yeah,“ Colby answered, “just like Wysteria Lane.“

David looked at him in disbelief and Colby shrugged. “What? Desperate Housewives is always on when I get home from work.“

David stifled a laugh and Colby rolled his eyes. “The show’s good, you know.“

David shrugged. “Right, Miss Granger.“

“Could we focus on the case?“ Colby asked.

David nodded. “Sure.“ He opened his car door. “Let’s invite Mr. Tyson and his friend into our interview room.“

The two men got out of the car and approached the house. David went to the front door while Colby crept into the garden. The garden was beautiful but not too hard to tend to. Colby pressed against the wall and crept towards the porch door, taking a look inside. He was looking directly into the living room. Nobody could be seen. He heard David calling, “Mr. Tyson, FBI!“

Colby saw a shadow going by the corridor and tensed. He stretched to take a look through the window above his head. He could see the front door, now. Freddy’s companion opened it and spoke with David. Somebody crept by the corridor towards the porch door and Colby got ready. When Freddy opened the door and entered the garden quietly, Colby grabbed him, pushing him to the wall. ”Leaving so soon?“ he asked.

Only a couple of minutes later, Freddy and the other man were sitting in the back seat of David’s car. David started the engine. “Running away from federal officers. I think we should talk.“

Freddy answered with a dark look into the rearview mirror. David addressed Colby. “Are you watching Grey’s Anatomy, too?“


His hand were shaking while he dialled the number and he pressed the disposable cell to his ear, keeping an eye on the traffic in front of the FBI headquarters.

“Yes?” JM answered.

“It’s me,” he said, “We have a problem.”

”Yes, we do. Freddy and Kirk got arrested today,” JM answered, irritated.

He bit his lip. “Eppes decided not to be a team player. When I heard that he was placing surveillance on one of our rest areas it was already too late. He knows that there’s something off. He suspects someone from the FBI could be the mole.”

”Well, you must’ve made a mistake.”

“No. He doesn’t know that it’s me. He’s still looking for suspects, I think. But he knows that there’s something wrong and that’s enough for us to get worried.”

JM stayed silent, thinking.

“I have to get out of there.”

“No. We need all of you there.”

Frustrated, he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “If they catch me-“

“They won’t. I’m already thinking of a solution. Don’t worry about it. Just stay where you are and watch the agents. Report to me. And stay up to date on the professor. Don’t be too obvious about it.”

“That’s no problem. Eppes’ team’s pretty close. The other agents are asking for the professor and I can hear them.”

“Perfect.” JM hung up.

He switched off the disposable cell and shoved it into his jacket pocket to get rid of it later on his way home. He wasn’t in any danger at the moment, but he was worried about that changing soon. Eppes’ mistrust had shown him that he shouldn’t underestimate the agent.


“Hey!“ Megan said when she entered the break room.

Don looked up from his coffee. “Hey!“ He spooned sugar into his cup and stirring, sat down at one of the tables.

“How’s Charlie?“ Megan asked.

“He’s in pain and tired out. He doesn’t have the slightest idea what’s been going on the last few years. Aside from that …“ He shrugged.

“Okay, I get your point.“ She poured herself coffee.

Sandra Balin opened the door. “Agent Eppes, LAPD’s on the phone.“

He raised his eyebrows. “Why?“

“You should talk to them yourself,“ the agent explained and Don followed her back to her desk with Megan in tow. “Captain Henshall called me since neither Agent Hitchcock nor you were at your desks.“

The young woman seemed to want to apologize, but Don just nodded.

“That’s okay, Agent.“ He took the earpiece off the cradle. “Eppes?“

“This is Captain George Henshall, LAPD. I was told you’re the one investigating the JM case.“

“You got that right,“ Don answered.

“You were observing some rest areas the last few days but couldn’t get a hit.“

“Yes,“ Don answered.

“We know why that is. We got an anonymous call. Someone told us that one of our officers gets paid by JM and that he warned him about the surveillance. We investigated and found some sms and e-mails going out to JM’s guys. To be precise, to Freddy Tyson.“

Don gaped. “We arrested him today.“

“That’s why I’m calling you,“ Henshall answered, “We want JM just as bad as you. The officer got arrested. He’s already on his way to you.“


Officer Richard McTroy was sitting in one of the interrogation rooms, staring into space. Megan, who was in the observation room with Colby, crossed her arms. “He’s totally calm.“

Colby sipped his coffee. “What does that tell you?“ he asked.

“If you were under suspicion to have been bribed by a well-known criminal wouldn’t you be nervous?“ Megan asked.

Colby nodded. “You think he’s guilty.“

“Whatever he’s going to tell us – he’s definitely guilty.“

“But he’s surprisingly calm. I mean, he could lose his job, maybe go to jail … I really hope Hitchcock’s as good as he always says. JM’s guys are not easy to get to talk.“

Megan shrugged when Tom Hitchcock entered the interrogation room with McTroy’s file.

“David and Don are talking to Freddy and Kirk?“ Colby asked and Megan nodded.


“Officer McTroy,“ Hitchcock said, nodding at the man, before he said down opposite him, “I’m Agent Hitchcock and I’m investigating against JM.“

McTroy leant back in his chair, crossing his arms. Hitchcock remained calm and opened the file. “You got arrested today because there’s evidence suggesting that you’ve been bribed by JM to inform him about investigations against him. We’re talking about FBI surveillances on JM’s market places where he trades with drugs. E-mails and sms have been found that suggest that you were paid by JM. Your bank account is currently being looked into to find unusual transfers. Do you have to say something to defend yourself?“

McTroy shrugged. “Nope, I’m a mole.“

Colby laughed in disbelieve and Megan brushed through her hair. “That was fast.“

Hitchcock seemed to be surprised, also. “Okay,“ he said, “Tell me how you did it.“

“I was on patrol. I saw guys looking like federal agents on some of the rest areas. I kept an eye on them and noticed that they were wearing guns. I thought that it could be the FBI. I told Freddy Tyson and he told JM.“

Hitchcock got up and put a legal pad and a pen on the table. “Write down your statement, please. It will be typed and brought to you to sign.“ He turned away and left. McTroy reached for the pen and started to write.

Colby looked at Megan. “He didn’t even try to deny it.“

“Yeah,“ Megan said, “weird.“


“Freddy Tyson,“ Don said and the man in question raised his eyebrows in confusion, “You’re working for JM.“

“JM?“ Tyson asked. He clasped his hands on the tabletop, staring innocently at Don who was standing on the opposite side of the table, Tyson’s file in his hands. “I’m unemployed, man.“

“You were in prison for drug smuggling, procuring and bodily injury.“

“That was a long time ago,“ Tyson said, “I’m the perfect citizen now, man.“

“Really?“ Don asked, “Two of my agents saw you dealing drugs just this afternoon. There’s evidence telling us that you were bribing an officer of the LAPD for information about investigations running against JM.“

“What? Man, that’s a mistake. I was just drinking beer with a friend in his house and suddenly, the FBI’s there and arresting us. You’re trying to frame me.“

“Don’t take the piss out of me!“ Don answered loudly and Tyson squinted his eyes. Don propped his hands on the table. “There’s an officer in this building attesting the fact that you were buying information about our investigations from him.“

Tyson avoided Don’s eyes and crossed his arms. “I won’t say anything.“

Don straightened up and forced himself to calm down. “We want to make a deal.“

Tyson snorted in disgust.

“You tell us where JM is and you will be out of prison a lot sooner,“ Don suggested.

“In your dreams, superman,“ Tyson answered with raised eyebrows, “I’m innocent. No matter what that damn officer’s telling you. He’s lying.“

“Be careful, Freddy,“ Don said, sitting down.

Tyson laughed mockingly. “Agent, I think you’re the one who should be careful.“

Chapter 9
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