A/N: I just want to say thank you to Roth, who wrote the original "Shattered" from Don's POV. I have asked Roth for and received permission to write the story from Charlie's POV. Of course, there will be differences, because we both dealt with two different characters from Numb3rs. So, thank you, Roth! I hope that you and everyone else enjoys! Chapter 1 is up!!

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Today was supposed to be normal...or as close to normal as I can get. It wasn't.

I was in the war room, explaining to Don about calculations.

"These calculations are only gong to give us broad suggestions, not – not concrete answers".

I can hear myself telling Don how this would work, but he seems to be not understanding me. I can see, out of the corner of my eye, the people in the outer room. Everyones walking around, but I don't hear what they are saying. I'm to busy with Don, who still didn't get it. So I decided to give him an example.

"There's two dogs, chained to different corners of the backyard".

"Right", he replies.

"And the lengths of their chains, as well as their respective positions, will limit the area the can come into contact".

"So, what, we do the same thing with McCall and the victim?"

I nod. "Starting with the known locations and employing the time frames of the attack, we can focus our search efforts on this--"...that's when the shots rang out. I turned my head to the sound, before Don pushed me to the ground.

"Get down! Stay down!"

I immediately do as he says. I scoot under the table and watch his feet dash out of the room. Looking around, I realized that I had forgotten to grab my laptop, which I reached up onto the table for. I pulled it down near me and froze. Every time a shot rang out, I jumped.

It seemed like hours, before the shooting finally stopped. I slowly crawled out from the table and shakily stood up. I did the only thing that I could think of...pull my laptop closer to my chest. That's when I heard Don asking, if anyone was hit.

I slowly advanced to the door and made my way out. I was looking around, but not really "seeing" anything.

"Hey. Are you alright?" I heard Don't voice, coming closer to me, but I didn't look at him. I was just watching everything. It seemed to go in slow motion for me. "Did you get hit?" He tried to my laptop away from me. That's when I came back to reality.

"Huh?" I asked, looking to see him pulling at the laptop.

"Let me see," he replied. I tried pushing him off.

"No! No." I decided to try and pull away.

"You sure your okay?" he asked me.

"I'm ok", I replied, maybe a little to loudly and with my smile. I was really hoping that he couldn't read into it, but I knew better. I am sure that he saw right through me. That's when Megan came up to us.

"SWAT's mobilizing, paramedics are on their way. I've got two bullet wounds, which are both minor and some cuts from the glass".

"That's it?" I hear Don ask. I'm just looking at them, still in my blank state.

"No", David Sinclair replied. I saw Don and Megan, turn to look at him, but I didn't. I was to scared to move. "Whoever this guy is, I think he got who he came for."

LATER

I was leaning against the building, still clutching my precious laptop and just watching people walk by.

"Hey Charlie" I hear in the distance "Hey. How you doing? Are you alright?" He poked me and I turned to face him.

"I'm fine" I replied quickly and softly. "I'm fine. H – How is everybody?" I glanced away quickly, before looking back to him.

"Well, you know...I mean, all things considered, I'd say we got off lucky", he replied.

"Lucky" I almost rolled my eyes. "He nearly killed all of us- I don't see how you get up and deal with this everyday. "

"Eh, you know. I don't get shot at everyday". I heard him chuckle and just looked at him. "Come on. I'll buy you some coffee."

"No", I replied, shaking my head, "I gotta get back to school and you have work to do."

I walked away, taking one last glance back at Don. I think he understood it. I was scared like you wouldn't believe. I hugged my laptop closer and continued walking towards CalSci.