Tell me how much you love me... I know you want to! And I know why! BECAUSE I POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE SEQUEL TO 'FAMOUS LAST WORDS'!!!! and you all thought it wouldn't come!! Shun the non-believers! Shun! Sssshhhhuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnah!ahem Anyway, sorry it took me so long, but originally, I hadn't planned on a sequel. It was just something that popped into my widdle head.

Disclaimer: I don't own NUMB3RS, or anything affliated... except this fic.

P.S. The girl's name is pronounced ' Nem-ah-sen-ee' okay?

Charlie's PoV

Charlie smiled as he picked up the chalk in his office at CalSci. The hospital had been so boring, and then he had to stay home for a while and try not to work on P vs. NP in his garage. Now he was back with his chalkboards and numbers, where he belonged. Music blared in his ears, chalk dust covered his hands, dark curls fell in his eyes. It was difficult with the crutches, but he could manage. Amita had told him what she taught in his classes so he could plan what he would go over.

Someone taped him on the shoulder; he jumped almost a foot in the air. He spun around as fast as he could without falling over. A girl of about seventeen stood before him, looking as startled as Charlie felt. Her bluish-grey eyes were wide, dirty-blonde hair hung in her face, and long, slender fingers covered her mouth. He pulled his headphones off, but he could hear the music perfectly.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Well," she said timidly, "I'm… I'm here to give you a warning. There's someone after you. You have to be careful, Professor Eppes. There's someone who wants to hurt you."

"How do you know?"

"He… he had me and I escaped. He let me go because I said I wouldn't tell you, but I had to because I know what he can do. He mentioned your brother, Don, too."

Stunned, Charlie asked, "Who are you? Why would warn me?"

"Because it's the right thing to do."

"Who are you?" he repeated, "I've never seen you before."

She blushed lightly, saying, "Everyone calls me Nemo. Well… my few friends. It's short for Mnemosyne. I have to go. Just remember what I said!"

She ran off quickly, almost hitting Larry on her way out.

"Who was that, Charles?" he asked.

"Oh, she was doing a project for school. Wanted to know about one of my theorems. So, what's new? Where you staying? Are you still sleeping in your office?"

"No… I'm… uh… I'm staying with Megan. At her house."

"Really? How is that?" Charlie asked, slightly shocked.

"Oh, it's great. Really great. She has a very nice house, y'know. And a big bathtub. It's just… great."

Charlie merely raised his eyebrows at his friend, silently wondering if Larry liked the bathtub better alone or with some company. There was another knock at the office door, and Amita came in, smiling brightly when she saw Charlie.

"Welcome back!" she squealed, hugging him, "How come you didn't tell me you'd be back today? I've been wondering!"

"I wanted to surprise you," he replied, "I guess it worked."

She just nodded before hugging him again.

"I'll just be on my way," Larry said quietly.

The door clicked behind him. Almost immediately, Amita put her hands on Charlie's face and kissed him. He was happy to be back where he belonged, back at CalSci with the girl he loved.

Don's PoV

Don was sulking in his cubicle as usual. Two months had already passed since the, implosion, and they still hadn't caught the guy who did it. They had no new leads, and their only suspect was nowhere to be found. He's vanished from right under their very noses. Sometimes, Don felt as though he had a better chance of finding the Holy Grail than their suspect. He felt bad when he lashed out at the team to look harder and to be more vigilant. Colby could often be seen shooting Don dirty looks when he wasn't looking and whispering darkly with David at his cubicle. Megan was drinking more coffee than usual (which was quite an accomplishment) and hushed Colby and David whenever Don came into sight.

They understand, he thought, They know why I'm pushing them so hard, don't they? They want to get this guy, too… don't they?

He had also temporarily abandoned his apartment, choosing instead to stay with his father and brother. Charlie had been a bit of a mess for the first two weeks, jumping at loud noises and trembling slightly whenever the floor creaked. Done knew it was bound to happen. You didn't go through something like that and not be somewhat unstable. He'd been the same way after his first fire fight.

I never should've brought Charlie, he thought. but he said would help him with his equations. Why can't I ever say 'no' to him?

"Don?"

He jumped slightly and turned. Megan was standing behind him; she looked rather frazzled.

"Don, we're going out for dinner. You wanna join us?"

"No. I'm really tired. I'll just go home. Thanks anyway," he replied.

He left the radio off on his drive home. He'd also been more paranoid than usual, feeling the need to investigate every little noise he heard. It was the most paranoid he'd ever been because this time, he didn't just have himself to look after; he had to worry about Charlie, too. He would rather die than see anything bad happen to Charlie again, especially if it was his fault.

"It happened once, and it won't happen again," he muttered.

He hitched a fake smile (he hoped it looked sincere) onto his face and went inside. Charlie was clumsily trying to help their father set the table with paper plates, while Alan Eppes cooked in the kitchen; the smell was divine.

"Hey, Pop. Smells great in here. What's for dinner?" Don asked.

"I made sloppy joe's. Come on, help your brother set the table while I finish up here."

He grabbed some napkins and got ketchup for their French fries.

"Don! You forgot the honey mustard sauce!" Charlie whined playfully, "You know I don't use ketchup!"

"Of course, how could I forget, buddy?"

He was pleased to find himself actually smiling. It had been a long time since he'd had a true smile on his face. When he got back to the dining room, Charlie was giggling at something their father had said, and their father was laughing loudly. Don chuckled. It was going to be a great evening.

Charlie's PoV

It was the best dinner Charlie had had in a while, especially because Don was there and in a good mood. Their father told them funny stories about each other and about things that happened at work. At one point, Charlie thought the neighbours might call the cops on them for disturbing the peace because they were laughing so loud. He even laughed to the point of tears when Alan told a particularly embarrassing tale about Don but was paid back when Don told one about him in high school.

Of course, then the Kings' season opener was on, and only a power outage would stop the Eppes men from watching it.

"Hurry up, you two," Don called from the living room, "the game' comin' on!"

"Alright, alright! We're comin'!" Charlie called from the kitchen.

"NO! Not a public service announcement! Not now!"

Charlie crutched his way into the living room. Don was glaring and scowling at the TV. He looked at the screen and nearly dropped his crutches. He quickly snatched the remote from Don to turn the volume.

"Charlie, what the-"

"Quiet!"

"Mnemosyne 'Nemo' Burrowes was seen at this convenience store this afternoon. If you have any information regarding her whereabouts, please call the number at the bottom of your screen. Thank you. We now return you to the Kings' season opener."

"Hey, Chuck… buddy, what's wrong?" Don asked quietly, guiding him to the couch, "Talk to me."

Charlie took a deep breath, then said, "She got taken because she warned me about him. Greene. The guy you're looking for. He found out and took her… all because she warned me about him."

He mouthed wordlessly for a few seconds before putting his face in is hands. He felt Don's hand on his back. Alan Eppes, who had missed this episode, called from the kitchen, "Remember, Charlie! I've gotta take you to the doctor's tomorrow to get your cast off!"

Charlie called an affirmative through his fingers. He'd almost forgotten. He managed a fake smile when their father came out and throughout the Kings-Coyotes game. However, when he went to bed shortly afterwards, he could not escape the guilt that so restlessly pursued him.

finis chapter one

By the way... Charlie likes honey mustard sauce... because I like honey mustard sauce. And I thought it would be cute for him to whine. Lemme know what you think! You know how to do it! Oh, and if you don't know, it's the Los Angeles Kings and the Phoenix Coyotes; they're NHL teams.