"Family Ties"

Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs. I do own Dr. Rose Davenport and the plot.

(A/N: This is my first shot at a Numb3rs fic. With a hint of a Stargate crossover. So, be nice. Constructive criticism would be helpful.)

Ch. 1

(Hospital)

A woman in her late thirties was sitting up in her hospital bed. She was lucky enough to have the room to herself. Her hair is light brown, cut at shoulder length. She has deep green eyes with a little blue sprinkled in them. Her facial injuries were somewhat severe. Under the bruises and cuts on her face, she has a tan and is very freckled.

She turned on her laptop and signed on to a secure internet line. She was about to sign in onto her screen name when a female FBI Agent walked in.

"Dr. Rose Davenport?" the female agent asked.

"Who wants to know?" Dr. Davenport asked rhetorically, staring onto the screen.

"Agent Megan Reeves," the female introduced herself.

"FBI?" Rose turned off her laptop and set it down on the bedside table. Rose looked up at Megan Reeves. "Why would the FBI take my rape case?"

"You work for the Air Force, right?" Megan asked, ignoring Rose's question.

Rose sighed and answered, "Yes. I'm a civilian scientist. But you already knew that from my file, didn't you?"

"Fair enough" Megan paused, taking a seat next to the bed. "What are you doing in L.A., then? It says in your file that you're stationed at Cheyenne Mountain, in Colorado Springs?"

"I'm on vacation visiting my family before I leave for a post that's, well, really a long ways from here," she told Megan.

The Agent lifted her eyebrow.

"Don't ask me where exactly. That information is classified," Rose said.

"What happened earlier tonight, then?" Megan asked.

Rose pulled her legs onto her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She rested her chin and closed her eyes.

Rose sighed and opened them slowly and began, "I was walking to my car when . . ." Rose stopped abruptly and swallowed hard." . . . I was attacked from behind. I tried to fight him off. But . . . "

Megan looked at her defensive wounds all over her arms, and legs.

"Basic military training can only do so much," Rose said, offhandedly. She continued, "I felt a needle in my neck." She moved her hair out of the way and showed Megan the very small needle hole. "I don't remember anything after that."

"You said that you were visiting your family? Have you told them what happened?" Megan asked.

"No. They keep calling though,"

Rose was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She checked to see who it was. The name Alan Eppes appeared on the small screen.

"You should probably get that," Megan said.

"Probably," Rose tucked her cell phone away. "I'll let my voicemail get it."

"Do you remember anything else?" Megan asked.

Rose shook her head slowly. And then, "He tried to subdue me by punching me before he resorted to sedating me. Other than that, that's all I can remember right now." Rose glanced at Megan. "How many other woman has he raped?"

"Six. You're the first one he's gotten physical with, though," Megan told her.

"So, he's escalating?" she asked.

"It appears so,"

"I want to see my brother, Don," Rose said.

Megan looked up from her notepad, "He's busy."

"That wasn't a request, Agent Reeves," Rose said firmly.

To be continued . . .