DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NUMB3RS OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT…(TOO BAD…) OR "BRINK" FOR A LINE IN THAT MOVIE INSPIRED THIS STORY SOMEWHAT...
A/N: Okay so I originally posted the first two chapters of this story and I received tons of feedback. Most of it said I needed to make it longer, describe their feelings more, add more to the car wreck, etc. So, I did. Although I'm not completely pleased with the final outcome, I do feel it's a little better. Please understand that I am getting a prescription for my description problem...ok not really, but I am working on it. So without further a do:
What We're Made Of
"Hey Charlie, can you come by the office this afternoon to look at a new case?" Don asked as he grabbed something from the fridge for breakfast.
"Huh? Oh yea sure Don." Charlie somewhat replied being that he was preoccupied with some equations on his notepad.
Both men headed off to work and had relatively calm mornings. Around three o'clock Charlie closed up his office, grabbed his laptop and headed over to the FBI office. When he got there, he noticed that things were relatively busy. He looked over at Don's cubicle to see nothing but a computer, desk, and scattered papers. He looked in the work room and there he saw Don's entire team working on what he figured was this "new case."
"So tell me what you've got." Charlie said as he entered the room.
"Well, we've got what appear to be carjackings, but the twist is they're taking the drivers with them." Meghan told him.
"I see, well what do you want me to do exactly?" Charlie asked, not exactly seeing where Don was going with this.
"I would like you, to predict where they're going to strike next. And maybe even where they're hiding. We have 4 disappearances already, and I want to prevent a fifth. I figured you could do something like you did with the Death Squads. Since some of the variables have to be the same, like escape routes and all."
"Yeah, I could probably do something like that. Do you have the information on the drivers? And the location of the disappearances? Along with the driver's residences and traffic flow patterns?" Charlie asked as he was handed each requested item. "Yea okay so I'll get to work on this right away."
"Yea thanks bud…I'll see ya later?" Don answered.
"Sounds good. See ya." Charlie gathered up his items, got in the car, and headed home.
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Charlie opted out of taking the freeway home being that it was rush-hour and he had never been a fan of traffic, who was after all…
As he pulled up to the red light he decided to put on some music. However, he was forced to turn it down when his phone rang. As much as Charlie hated talking to people when he was driving, he picked up his phone.
"Yea Don, what is it?"
"Hey Chuck, can I crash at your place as I've been informed that the power is now down at my place, something about someone blowing a fuse or something."
"Yea sure. I'll see you at the house then."
"Okay sounds good, I'll pick us up a large pepperoni pizza on my way."
"Great, see ya then." Charlie hung up and resumed his music as the light turned green.
Twenty minutes later he was almost home and for that, he was glad. Even though it had been a pretty non-eventful day, he was still pretty tired. Then, the unexpected happened…
As he was making a left onto the next street a pick up truck slammed into him. Charlie was knocked unconscious instantly and within minutes paramedics were on the scene.
"Is he breathing?"
"Yea he's breathing. Nothing seems to be broken, but let's assume the worst and transport him carefully."
The paramedics loaded him into the ambulance while others surveyed the scene. Charlie's car was totaled. It was amazing that he had survived. But he wasn't in the clear just yet…
A/N # 2: Although many of you already reviewed these first two chapters, they've been rewritten(this one drastically changed), so please review once more. I'd definately appreciate it! Next chapter will be up tomorrow!