A/N: First ever attempt at a fanfic. Recently hooked on Numbers. Don't own any of the characters etc etc.
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"Charlie, I'm going now, I'll lock the front door behind me." Alan Eppes called out to his son who was in the garage working on one equation or another.
"Yeah, alright dad. Have fun with Steve." His son called back without so much as looking away from his blackboards full of numbers and symbols.
He would be in there for several hours, giving the men breaking into his house more than enough time to fully bug the place with cameras and microphones. Once they finished they moved silently to surround the garage. One of the men knocked over a dining chair in the house, making sure it was loud enough for the professor to hear it in the garage.
Charlie Eppes heard the noise and was for the first time distracted from his work. 'That can't be dad home yet. Who else would it be? Don, maybe.' he put his chalk down and with one last look at his work, he exited the garage. He was in no way expecting to be grabbed by multiple pairs of hands as soon as he was out of the garage. There were hands on his arm, at least a man each arm, and another moved up behind him and pushed him face down on the ground, using a painfully strong grip on his shoulders.
Once he was on the ground he yelled at the men, "What's going on?!"
He may as well have not even spoken; they pulled his hands behind his back and put handcuffs tightly on his wrists. Charlie could have sworn they were arresting him, but for the lack of talking from the men and from what he could see none of them were wearing police or FBI uniforms.
A black cloth bag was pulled over his head and they lifted him roughly back to his feet.
Charlie realized as soon as the bag was on what was happening. This was a kidnapping, not an arrest. He had to leave as many clues as possible for Don since he knew he couldn't get away from the men.
He waited until they were inside the house, walking to the front door and then he began thrashing, kicking his legs out and trying to knock over as many things as possible, making sure to show signs of a struggle.
"Hold him damn it!" Charlie heard the first words from his captors. He was subsequently pushed back suddenly, only to be caught before hitting the ground and having his legs lifted up and held in a firm grip.
He knew he had managed to knock over something because he heard the thud as it hit the ground. With luck Don would get the message and start looking for him quickly.
The men got Charlie to their car, and to Charlie's surprise they shoved him not into a van or even a boot, but onto the back seat of whatever car they had. Before driving away Charlie felt the sharp prick of a needle in his upper arm and within the minute he collapsed on the seat, knocked out by the sedative.